Though they tried before to tell him
Of his dealings, Bush had crumbled - fell apart
Every time we've come to hear him
He has got his words all mangled
Isn't smart

Chorus:
Every little thing he says is comic
Everything he does just earns him scorn
Even though it's more than we can stomach
Now we know what Bush says when he's sworn

Does he have to tell tall stories
'Bout a thousand points of light - does he forget?
They're not tall enough to sell us
But it always seems Bush ends up
For the Right

Every little thing he says is comic
Everything he does just earns him scorn
Even though it's more than we can stomach
Now we know what Bush says when he's sworn

Bush is running campaign ads a thousand times a day
Thinking this will carry him, the dumb old-fashioned way
But his silent fears have gripped him
Because his polls are down
Before long his tongue has tripped him
Now he's been marked a clown

Every little thing he says is comic
Everything he does just earns him scorn
Even though it's more than we can stomach
Now we know what Bush says when he's sworn

Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing he says is comic... comic... comic
Comic... comic... comic