(instrumental intro)

All those crazy right wingers cried, "Saddam's a creep."
Bush will send bombers and fake out sheep for his war.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

We're going now - doesn't matter what we find.
No backing down - he's made up his mind.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

Suffering poll drops is this king; he wants Saddam, dead or alive.
Oil means just how much it costs to survive in this world.
Bush has shown us now, how oil fills his heart with love.
Why won't he 'fess up? We think it's all that he loves.
Black gold pool from heaven.

He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

(repeat refrain and fade)