A shallow man, George W., He never knew Just what to do. Poppy said, "Dick Cheney's gonna make you dance. You have no clue. So, don't get high. So, don't get high. Or we're all going down." The bilge he tried to sell Was softened up, because There's no doubt... If people knew, there would be  Such cries of rage. "You're a dunce!" they shout. He just talks jive. He just talks jive. He laughs, wheels and deals, and smirks.

Lived off his name, George W.,
What a right wing prick!
The press won't tell.
The Right Wing rants,
And Bush would dance,
That's the reason why...
All his polls soon fell.
We'll get the last laugh.
We'll get the last laugh.
His regime will run aground.

Mr. George W.
Mr. George W.
Mr. George W.
Dunce!

He lied his way through TV shows,
But "passed" debates,
His shills all shout.
Made it appear that his past years "eluded" him.
Drunken, no doubt.
Went AWOL and lied.
AWOL and lied.
Poppy has more tricks up his sleeve.

And now he rants, and leads war chants,
To get just what he wants.
Bush brinkmanship.
For early crimes, should be behind prison bars.
What he "thinks" is zip!
This crook misread...
Yeah, this crook misread.
He had no mandate for sleaze.
Sleaze!

Mr. George W.
Mr. George W.
Mr. George W.
Dunce!

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