I hear tell
You're mad as hell!
Dubya's stronger than you;
Laura's got a great happiness,
And you lack a
Two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two.

Zarqawi
Was unmanly;
Your friend Saddam was, too.
Bush has got a great big third arm,
And you lack a
Two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two.

Yeah, your gal pal is gonna weep when she finds you've a lack;
You can't give in the front, gotta keep looking back;
Yeah, and Bush has a knack, he's got money in that sack;
Big wheels on the rails, rolling down the big track--

Rib-dib-dib-dib-dib-a-do-bah!

I hear tell
Your hero fell.
Bush is upright and true.
Bush has got a strong, firm accord,
And you lack a
Two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two.

[Nonsense syllables and yodeling]

Yeah, I see your showing's kinda weak when you try for a rack;
You can't hold up your front, you'd best cover your back;
Yeah, and Bush is laid back, he lets Mrs. Bush attack;
Her hands are on his chest, and her shoulders arched back--

Rib-dib-dib-dib-dib-a-do-bah!

I hear tell
You're not so well:
Allah's forsaken you.
Bush could break your neck with his arm,
And you lack a
Two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two-wacka-two.

Ba-du-ba-du-ba!