Walkin' in the park just the other day, Hey!
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Oil rigs and derricks were sprouting,
Lumberman sawing, thought they said,
"Hey, Boy Bush! Let us score!"
And you know how it is;
Bush really don't know what destruction is, whoa, oh,
So he asked them to drill and stay awhile.

I start to notice, with the smoke, it got very dark
And I was really, really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and then he said,
"Please, hey, would you care to all get in line! Get in line!"
Well you know, he wrote us a fine and then he had some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that the courts now allow jail time, ooh.

Why don't Bush take a good look at himself and describe what he see,
And Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, do you like it?
There he sit, using space, just a boob from a backward state
Ah, trying hard to hide it.
He really don't care what they're spoiling, oh, oh,
You know there's nothing on his oil soaked mind, ooh.

If you drive down in the streets today, hey, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don't care, really don't care,
don't care, really don't
Which, which way the president lies,
So I've decided what I'm gonna do now.
So I'm packing my bags for the distant mountains
Before the beauty goes now,
Over the hills where the beauty lies, ooh.
I really don't know.

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