|You're a mean one, Mister Bush.
You really are a heel.
You walked right into the White House
With a win that wasn't real
You're trying to roll back advancements
You're a monster, Mister Bush.
You're dumber than Dan Quayle
You're a vile one, Mister Bush.
You drip blood from your smile.
You have all the real compassion of Steve Irwin's crocodile
Given no choice by your fascism, you want...
People to say "Heil!"
You're a foul one, Mister Bush.
You're a nasty, wasted skunk.
Or economy is ruined with your side-of-supply junk
The three words that best describe your words, and I quote:
"Lies! False! Bunk!"
You're a liar, Mister Bush.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Where are those big, bad awful weapons
You say Saddam Hussein's gots
And if Iraq was about 9/11, you've provided no proof that
Saddam to those plots.
You nauseate me, Mister Bush
From head down to my shoes.
You're as hooked on oil and money as you used to be on booze
And on the second of November...
You... are... going... to... loooo...ose!
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