(instrumental intro)

His polls now slipping; Bush is now hatching a scheme.
But we don't trust his men or their war time theme.
War beat is going strong, jingo's their favorite song.
Hear Dubya tell: "Hey Saddam, so long!
Here's how it will be, will be...
You can't repel us - Saddam, so long!
Here's how it will be, will be..."
That's 'cause

Shrub's out of control.
His policy's a crime; world rebukes Bush Baby.
Shrub's out of control.
To cover up his slime, demands fealty.

His style is so fuc*ed up, but Bush is to blame.
"World doesn't matter," he said, " 'Cause I run the game."
World says, "Get lost, Bush! Go home! And now you stand alone."
Bush just proved that he was dumb.
That's how he will be, will be...
Bush just proved that he was dumb.
That's how he will be, will be...
Because

Shrub's out of control.
His policy's a crime; world rebukes Bush Baby.
Shrub's out of control.
To cover up his slime, demands fealty.

(instrumental break)

World says, "Get lost, Bush! Go home! And now you stand alone."
Bush just proved that he was dumb.
That's how he will be, will be...
Bush just proved that he was dumb.
That's how he will be, will be...
Because

Shrub's out of control.
His policy's a crime; world rebukes Bush Baby.
Shrub's out of control.
To cover up his slime, demands fealty.

Shrub's out of control.
His policy's a crime; world rebukes Bush Baby.
Shrub's out of control.
To cover up his slime, demands fealty.