Soon John boy Kerry runs alone,
Lights on campaign trail, no one's home.
Bush, to the planets we will zoom,
Want's to return to the the moon.

Gerry Ferraro, not much threat,
Handin' out money, votes will get.
Dean reappears in the middle of June,
Bush wants to go to the moon.

Few years ago, his daddy won,
Will in November the son?

Polls full of voters, paid with green,
Mouths scream for corporate new regime,
Dems say job markets will baloon,
Let's send John K. to the moon,
Let's send John K. to the moon,
Let's send John K. to the moon.