Oh, the streets of Rome
are filled with traffic.
So are cities, all, everywhere.
But Republicans only give us static
'cause to business lords, to go green isn't fair.

Clinking glasses with mistress in a hotel room
and thinking of ways, the middle class to fleece.
Dubya, he's wondering when they'll call him?
When he'll win the Prize for Peace?

Can you imagine him
with power solar
and telling Saudis
they're wasting time?
Our Leader, he's gonna be saving the icecaps polar
and doing what we all need to save our clime.

Maybe he'll even sign initiative to feed the hungry.
Planes loaded with food, flying south like a pack of wild geese.
Imagine, him sharing the wealth of our country?
He might win the Prize for Peace!

Sending 'round the world
soldiers not of war but mercy?
Oh, for the day when he'll go
all-reversey!

He'd leave Rome
where the Pope would smack him
for ignoring the poor, and laughing at how they cried.
Crooked men work for him, the evil ones they back him
but could Dubya one day show us another side?

Newspaper said Cubs won World Series?
Fighting between dogs and cats did cease?
That day, EVERYTHING would have to be different
when he wins the Prize for Peace!
That day, EVERYTHING would have to be different
when he wins the Prize for Peace!