(instrumental intro)

Bush's crazy war A-Team;
They are crazed, 'cause bloodlust gives 'em joy.
Bush, the boss of this A-Team;
Dreamin' 'bout war is the Bush Boy.

Committing war crimes while all his polls just slide.
He won't change his ways, unshaken; still talkin' snide.
This election day, we'll hear big squawk from Dim Son.
His fall to disgrace means his party power's gone.

Rove still hatchin' elite schemes.
He's been scheming for Election Day.
Still sparrin', Bush's deceit team,
'Cause Number One, the Fake, don't know which way.

The Bush regime's crimes are vast; they're on the spot.
Bush couldn't care less; trots outs excuses used a lot.
His impeachment day now looms; most folks want him gone.
Forever disgraced, Bush; Dick, his Veep, made him pawn.

(whistled instrumental)

There's isn't a cure to make his polling right.
His A-Team and cast still long to pick a fight.
Send Bush back to Texas; it's impeachment he fears.
Stop Bush, or he'll stay scheming for two more long years.

Bush's crazy war A-Team;
They are crazed, 'cause bloodlust gives 'em joy.
Bush, the boss of this A-Team.
Dreamin' 'bout war is the Bush Boy...

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