Press won't think about the war Shrub just gave us:
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Fibbing's a virtue, 'cause Dubya's lazy.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Iraq now is just Bush's plaything.
Oil Boy and a puppet is this king.
Iraq attack for oil took heat, so
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
War's his road to avoid defeat.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Iraq now is just Bush's plaything.
Oil Boy and a puppet is this king.
Bush Daddy's past met defeat.
That's why war hawks must fly.
If Shrub takes hell, he'll get beat.
Then once again, a Bush says goodbye...
(instrumental break)
Our press right now is just Bush's plaything.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush
Baby).
They are just hacks for Shrub, their sweetheart.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush
Baby).
War's his road to avoid defeat, so
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush
Baby).
If Shrub took hell, he'd get beat, so that's why
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush
Baby).
Shrub wants his war while running, now (Lie for Bush
Baby).
They lie for Bush baby (lie for Bush Baby)...
(fade)