It's a little bit funny, his squealing and lies
Dubya's one of those, who can, sleazily hide
Oh, he's got money, but, from press he's hid
Inside The White House, where, four years he's lived

Cheney's a vampire, undead as a stone
He's a man, who drinks potions, made from, Type A or O
We know it's not much, but it's the least, we can do
Our gift is our song, and, this one goes "BOO!"

And you can tell everybody, Dubya is wrong
And Cheney bites into blood, sanguine and strong
They've both got no minds
They've both got no minds
They're less smart than any lawn
How wonderful life will be when they are gone

Shrub sat on the roof, then slipped off to fall
Well a few, of the nurses, saw he'd not, bled at all
'Cause when comes the night-time, and the sunlight's gone
That's when Cheney appears, and, sucks 'til Shrub's wan

Shrub's excuse is blood-letting, to feed Cheney's mood
You see, Dick's forgotten, what it means, to eat food
Anyway, the thing is, what we really mean
They're the creep-i-est guys, we've ever seen

And you can tell everybody, Dubya is wrong
And Cheney bites into blood, his fangs are long
They've both got no minds
They've both got no minds
They're less smart than any lawn
How wonderful life will be when they are gone