Dubya cheered the day combat came to Iraq's ground,
'cause he didn't want to miss out on daddy's war.
So he looked for mass destruction with some clowns,
While soldiers danced without support upon trip wires.
I know a lot about him, cause you see,
Dubya is an awful lot like me.

Don't lie to crowds.
Speak to the side. Learn how to hide your dealings.
Cry high with doubt.
And if you fool all, remember you almost caused your fall.

Dubya saw, when they brought that Saddam down,
that he left his WMD's among the injured.
A different kind of war he thought he'd found,
but there was nothing left but sand, dust, and some insurgents.
But Dubya can't be mistaken, 'cause you see,
he had the finest adviser, that was me. I told him:

Don't lie to crowds.
Speak to the side. Learn how to hide your dealings.
Cry high with doubt.
And if you fool all, remember you almost caused your fall.

Don't lie to crowds.
Speak to the side. Learn how to hide your dealings.
Cry high with doubt.
And if you should fall, remember you almost faked it.

Don't lie to crowds.
Speak to the side. Learn how to hide your dealings.
Cry high with doubt.
And if you fool all, remember you almost caused your fall.