New songs are up, Bushies stop by
To Amiright; their tempers fly.
Bitch and they whine, bitch and they whine,
On the messageboard
run by Amiright.
They tear their hair; they can't explain
How I can write so fast, while they all strain.
Bitch and they whine, bitch and they whine.
On the messageboard, said Bush Baby's fine.
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Go look
up all they've wrote to date.
Their totals only show they're not so great.
Bitch and they whine, bitch and they whine.
On the messageboard, where the Bushies cried.
(instrumental break)
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
New songs are up; the Bushies cry:
"Is there nobody who can stop this guy?"
Bitch and they whine, bitch and they whine.
Can't they write a song that Bush Baby's fine?
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Whine, whine, whine, bitch and they whine.
Whine, whine...
Whine, whine...
Whine, whine...
Whine, whine...
(fade)