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Dubya
Dumbbell
Got your brother in a whirl
He got to leave it up to his girl
Hey, Bush, she's sewn up tight
Hey, Bush, for Sunday night
She likes you, and gave it her all
There's no chancing, and took no time
Your party cheats, they play it hard
You want more, and you want it first
Put you down, say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, you put us on
(Chorus:)
Dubya Dumbbell, convinced you're the best
Dubya Dumbbell, your race is a mess
Dubya Dumbbell, how could you know?
Bush camp, we loath you so!
(instrumental riff)
(repeat first verse and chorus)
Don't ya? Ow!
(instrumental riff)
(Chorus:)
Dubya Dumbbell, convinced you're the best
Dubya Dumbbell, your race is a mess
Dubya Dumbbell, how could you know?
Bush camp, we loath you so!
(instrumental riff)
Convinced you're the best, your race is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got transmission and a live wire
Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dues
And we loath you best
You're a juvenile success
Because your race is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
To what you wanna know
Calamity's child, chi-child, chi-child
Where'd you wanna go?
Can Jeb do for you?
Looks like you've been there, too
'Cause you're convinced you're the best
And your race is a mess
Ooo, ooo, your race is a mess
Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
How could they know? Hah Hah-hah
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