(instrumental intro)

Shrub bombs Iraq; ain't no surprise.
World's on the brink, so he'll tell you some lies.
Our allies refuse to help; Bush sings the blues.
Hear him whine...

Wants war to start; oil is his goal.
His go-it-alone sneer has been put on hold.
Coalition is gone; anti-Bush taunts start to pile.

"Want my way!" says W.
He pleads, "I really need you."
Bush has really found he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
Though he sings a mad tune,
World mocks this baboon:
"You'll not have your war today."
They'll not believe what Bush will say.
They all know he's wrong...

He'll feed Big Oil's greed.
In a daze, he will taunt,
"Not much you can do;
Can't appeal what I've done."
Death drops from skies above,
So we're told, when the Shrub bombs Iraq.

"Want my way!" says W.
He pleads, "I really need you."
Bush has really found he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
Though he sings a mad tune,
World mocks this baboon:
"You'll not have your war today."
They'll not believe what Bush will say.
They all know he's wrong...

Shrub bombs Iraq; ain't no surprise.
World's on the brink, so he'll tell you some lies.
When Hussein's gone,
Then all that oil he wants brings a smile.