Subtitle: What if Bush´s a slob like us?

Smirking face and empty eyes
And he keeps on telling them all those lies
He expect them to believe
(Dubya, girls ain´t that naive)
Bush, I´ll buy a beer or two!
(Cause you got all that "green" I want from you)
Raise your ante, throw the dice
I´m moving in on Liza Rice

He can trash the left
But can he read the rights?
And I was out last night
Hangin' around with Bush!

Liza whispered/smiled; "...get off... ;-)"
Cheney soaked himself with Koff
Remember now guys that all you see
Pizza, bar, the phone is free
Oil the rocks, old fashion' fad
He told me, he felt sick like dad
He told me that he f**ked Al Gore
Told me that his butt´s secure'

It was'n'inaugural
and he was talkin' "Raq"
While we were getting high on crack
Hangin' around with Bush!

This' d'coolest clubbin' I ever done
Chicks, cigars, it´s Clinton fuuun!
Body, guards, all look astray
I pray the feds will stay away
Bush´s gonna drive to get us all more beer
What the Hell´s four more years?
We´ll do Stacy X, and mount Rush-more
With coke left on the floooor

He can´t zip it up
And he can´t spell "get out"
Now his balls hang out
Bouncin' around for Bush

Oh!!!

Hit the door!!!
Oh-Oh-Fore!!!
Chain and ball is here
Slapping around with Bush!