(instrumental intro)

A crime to have Bush at the throttle...
This dumb king is not a bright dude.
He's dazed every day.
With temerity, he gets away with his ineptitude.

Will Bush lose his daze? Maybe never.
He just doesn't know what to do.
He'll find every way to loot treasury funds
To pay friends who have helped out his coup.

(Chorus:)
In his right wing dreams,
He'll see his polls climb,
And do the things he wants to do;
We'll remind him...
He'll run aground, and soon he'll know
That millions of us loathe him so.
They'll grind him...

(instrumental break)

He'll raid our lock box, 'gainst our wishes.
It seems that this nightmare's come true.
The box will be empty; our surplus a memory,
'Cause Bush had to pay I.O.U.'s.

In his right wing dreams,
He'll see his polls climb,
And do the things he wants to do;
We'll remind him...
He'll run aground, and soon he'll know
That millions of us loathe him so.
They'll grind him...

(instrumental ending)