Hear Shrub moan, "I just want to fight."
His father says, "Soon you're gonna - play your cards
right.
So never fear, 'cause you're the Fortunate Son."
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
Protests spring up; Bush creates this strife.
Distraught, Bush yells, "Who are they calling a dull
knife?!
My daddy fears I'll have one term - serve only once!"
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
His gall is what they taunt.
Dumb dunce.
"You're a jerk; we'll say this once."
World thinks bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
(instrumental break)
War noise, unproved charges hurled.
Does he get away with pissing off the world?
G. Dubya B., just cannot talk or enunce.
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
His gall is what they taunt.
Dumb dunce.
"You're a jerk; we'll say this once."
World thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
(repeat last line and fade)