Oh, the time will soon come when the Air Force One
at the Andrews Base will be landing.
Then we'll see the man and we'll groan once again
the hour when the drip comes in.

Yes, his name's George Bush and his brain is full of mush
his approval rating is sinking
'cause the blood that is spilled when our soldiers are killed
shows he's incapable of thinking.

Oh, the Towers did fall, aren't revenged at all
even though he promised we'd be winning.
And his chiefing command we simply cannot stand
each time that the drip comes in.

And the words that he's used prove he's so damn confused
'til Dick Cheney tells him what to be saying.
And says this stupid man, "Ours is such a Christian land."
Oh, if he only knew why we're praying.

Oh, the guys who're sent to the unemployment
line don't regret for Kerry they were voting.
But those red State slobs saved the top man's job.
Again did the drip come in.

'Cause unless you got dough he won't help you, you know
and your weary face will be drooping.
And the media's men will remind you once again
to his level they'll always be stooping.

Oh, the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
'cause in 2008 he can't be running.
Then we'll vote for someone who will succeed the son
and no more will the drip come in.

Then we'll raise our hands and the Prez will heal our land
and the right wing's days will then be numbered
and our nation's slide ends with renewed high tide
and our Goliath no more will be slumbered.