Dubya smiles and knows that he's the lucky one.
Though his handlers' spun... he's ruler 'cause he's Poppy's
son.
He is not like you and me; he's free from the law.
Don't be in awe; the Shrub's a dunce, his fatal flaw.
And even though they ain't Big Money.
Bushies love Shrub; he's their honey.
Can anybody give a brain to Shru-u-u-ub?
On global warming, Bush still lies.
World sees a boy in their eyes.
He shills for anything to help the looney Right.
He's a guy seen by the world as a stupid pup... stinking
up.
Handlers help him when he's stuck.
The whole world finds he has no mind;
Cheney takes him home.
Dub-ya can't be left alone,
Or he will burn one of his own.
And even though they ain't Big Money.
Bushies love Shrub; he's their honey.
Can anybody give a brain to Shru-u-u-ub?
On global warming, Bush still lies.
World sees a boy in their eyes.
He shills for anything to help the looney Right.
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And even though they ain't Big Money.
Bushies love Shrub; he's their honey.
Will somebody give a brain to Shru-u-u-ub?
On global warming, Bush still lies.
World sees a boy in their eyes.
He shills for anything to help the looney Right.
(fade)