Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
What good is bein' czar, or havin' big bucks?
Please call the doctor if his throat's still stuck.

Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
'Cause he's not safe at home, when he's eating alone.
Even if his head's in a glove.

The Bush Boy, George, is called the Shrub
And he's so hard to mold.
But it means much to him to be around long.
He'll do as he's told.
Bush Baby chuckles, as he will soon realize
What a sight, to see him this way.
But he can't understand it;
Just how he got stung.
He fainted and fell right away.

The Bush Boy watched football in his room.
And then with no warning,
Started choking on an unchewed pretzel, that right?
Been drinking?  Someone don't like him?
That point of view sometimes will go and overtake him.
He's not wrong, just indifferent.
But his pride won't him let do things
To make you think he's right.

Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
What good is bein' czar, or havin' big bucks?
Please call the doctor if his throat's still stuck.