Hey, James Baker, fix up Iraq
we're in dismay
at this hole we're in
Junior's blunders; a sorry display
What he did there's a crime

We'd all prefer
it would go away
His endless stream of more lies
not biting...
It's like Hell now
Bush screwed up that place
He's sure placed us in a bind

Fear...
that's all he had was
fear...
Folks trusted him now
we're...
here...

Faker, that's clear; now it is plain
His ruthless pursuit sustained by lying
Now all his blunders just won't go away
Things did not go as designed

And now folks hate
the mess that he's made
A shame that we're stuck
with this man's bumbling
Now folks here wish
he'd just go away
We'll be stuck there for some time...

Why...
did folks believe his
lies...
Was obvious; not wise...
meanwhile soldiers die...

So, James Baker
hope you've a plan
hope you're the man
to end this mess we're in
We sure hope that it's not too late
End this mess, sir
please, guy...