Debating skills, sub-par...
On Shrub's back: a radio?
Debate wasn't close;
The polls said so.
Shrub said, "I don't like it...
When folks call me a liar!"
That static hiss?
Shru-ub's... wired!
So far right...
No brains in his dome.
Lies, all he had to say.
Bush started war all alone.
We say, "Bush, we loathe you,
'Cause we know you're a liar."
Debate points missed...
Shru-ub's... wired!
(instrumental break)
Bush went to war coldly, right from the start.
For tripped-out Right: Iraq, to tear it apart.
Bush swerves, now slumpin', actin' so uncouth.
We'll dismiss him, in turn, at the polling booth...
More scandals blow, just see him sweat.
Hasn't caught Osama.
Vote 'gainst Cheney's pet.
The Shrub, we won't rehire.
Bush won't be missed...
He'll be... fired!
Fired!
Fired!
Fired!
Copyright © 2004 by W. Tong
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