Impudence! Gotta do things his way.
Impudence! Or Bush will not play.
Let's interrupt - defy his coup.
Unsuitable is W.
Impudence! Gotta do things his way.
Impudence! Bush closes his eyes.
Impudence! Feeding us more lies.
Where'er he goes, boo-birds will sting
And blame his part for everything.
Impudence! Bush won't open up his eyes.
Run aground, ground.
Run aground, ground, ground.
Run aground.
Impudence! His smirk is not a smile.
Impudence! He is Poppy's child.
They cover up his lazy brain.
No substance, only style again.
Impudence! Bush's smirk is not a smile.
Impudence! Bush closes his eyes.
Impudence! Feeding us more lies.
Where'er he goes, boo-birds will sting
And blame his part for everything.
Impudence! Bush won't open up his eyes.
(instrumental fade)