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We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

We'll never like W.
The boss named Shrub's too weird.
The world does not like W,
'Cause he's far worse than they feared.

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

He doubted global warming,
On issues, Shrub's far right.
He made life here quite gloomy.
While starting wars to fight.

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

Shrub's daddy once told to him:
"Start a war - you'll be a man."
Iraq attacked, faked issues;
Now he's targeting Iran.

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

And when Shrub's term has ended,
And Bush has gone away.
Send off this twit to Crawford,
And this is what we'll say:

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Hooray! He's gone away!

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