(instrumental intro)

World blasts his role; made war wrongfully.
They're bitchin' at this man for his zealotry.
Wants you to drink his Kool-Aid from his cup.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

War plans are shaky, 'cause this leader's weak.
Shrub can't seem to stand on his own two feet.
Press should be thanked; they prop up this pup.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

Please don't ask Bush what's on his mind.
He's always mixed up, and he's reeling, blind.
Now in fear, the world, as it holds its breath,
As Bush now shows no care, dealing death.

The Shrub's war plans: more killing, his plot.
He's stripped our rights to sustain what he got.
To his dismay, soon his term is up.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

His tongue gets tied when he tries to speak.
This free-ride fake is long past his peak.
Go vote and let's cure our country of this bind
And we'll free the world from this Shrub's dull mind.

The Shrub's war plans: more killing, his plot.
He's stripped our rights to sustain what he got.
To his dismay, soon his term is up.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!
He's all f*cked up.