(instrumental intro)

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

He's unsatisfactory.
He's lied throughout the years.
All this time, we've watched this moron
Clownin' like a fool with peers.
He's so keen on lettin' brown-skinned folks die;
Got a lot more killed today.
Get his Brownshirt Right off of our backs.
Send this Oil Putz away.

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

Well, he's squirmin', 'cause he's caught in a fog;
More jobs lost by this fool.
Pushed a brand new tip-top tax cut;
Phony thinks he's cool.
Figure out ways that we can slow or stop
This drunkard; we'll make him pay.
Dubya can't wait, for he soon faces
All the debt he made today.

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

Faked his job and flubbed it...

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