(instrumental intro)

Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
What good is bein' czar, or havin' big bucks?
Please call the doctor if his throat's still stuck.

Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
'Cause he's not safe at home, when he's eating alone.
Even if his head's in a glove.

The Bush Boy, George, is called the Shrub
And he's so hard to mold.
But it means much to him to be around long.
He'll do as he's told.
Bush Baby chuckles, as he will soon realize
What a sight, to see him this way.
But he can't understand it;
Just how he got stung.
He fainted and fell right away.

The Bush Boy watched football in his room.
And then with no warning,
Started choking on an unchewed pretzel, that right?
He's thinking: someone don't like him.
That point of view sometimes will go and overtake him
He's not wrong, just indifferent.
But his pride won't him do things
To make you think he's right

Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
What good is bein' czar, or havin' big bucks?
Please call the doctor if his throat's still stuck.

Laura, don't let Bush Baby eat any more pretzels.
'Cause he's not safe at home, when he's eating alone.
Even if his head's in a glove.
'Cause he's not safe at home, when he's eating alone.
Even if his head's in a glove.