(instrumental intro)

(Chorus:)
Shrub's hiding away.
Shrub's hiding away.
He is a coward, in desperation.
At war, he went hiding away.

Shrub had no plan.
Away from his home town.
When those poor passengers on planes;
Four went crashing down.
Was Bush a target?
Bush hid in fear.
On Air Force One, should not be cowering.
In New York, he took long to appear.

Shrub's hiding away.
Shrub's hiding away.
He is a coward, in desperation.
At war, he went hiding away.

Shrub is no leader.
Loafed all his life.
"Hard work is for the birds," he muses,
"So I'm free from strife."
Things had gone his way...
Without a brain.
Now many thousands of people lie dead,
Foreign policies Bush tried to win.

Shrub's hiding away.
Shrub's hiding away.
He is a coward, in desperation.
At war, he went hiding away.

Yeah, we knew his father.
We hate his son.
We ought to try them both for treason
For the things they'd done.
Does things the wrong way,
Without a brain.
Shrub's still a boy who needs more sleeping,
He is led around by handlers who just spin.

Shrub's hiding away.
Shrub's hiding away.
He is a coward, in desperation.
At war, he went hiding away.

His lies exposed:
Dumb Star Wars plan.
He made this nation more vulnerable;
Rattling sabers can.
New York now sobs.
Bush stayed away.
He said, "That plane was going my way."
When in fact, he was just hiding away.

Shrub's hiding away.
Shrub's hiding away.
He is a coward, in desperation.
At war, he went hiding away.

(repeat chorus and fade)