Now somewhere in the redneck ranches out in Texas there lived a dumb boy named Bush the buffoon
One day Iraqis found oil in their motherland
Forced young Dubya Bush's hand
Dubya didn't like that, he said "I'm gonna git that oil"
So one day he talked to his dad, booked himself a room at the Whitehouse, too soon

Bush the Buffoon, it took him 'till June, to find out he had a rival
He ran attacks, with fraudulent facts, the Dems should have charged him with libel
His rival it seems, had broken his dreams
By winning the vote in Miami
His name was Al Gore, and he was a great bore
A genius, but awkward and clammy
Near Capital Hill, Shrub's pawn Rhenquist, Will
Gave Dubya the vote, screwing fairness
Bush knew right then, to win it again, he'd squash all political awareness!
But Mike Moore was hot, soon Dubya was not
So Dubya, collapsed in the polls now, aahh

Now, John Kerry came in, boring as sin, and proceeded to lie down and take it
He said, "Bush, you're kind of bad."
And Dubya said, "John, you've made me so glad
Glad because this time, this time I won't have to steal it or fake it!"

So Bush the Buffoon, he made in '05's June
The constitution the Bible
Justice checked out, and she left in great doubt
Our future; our country's survival!