How many toads must George Bush knock down
While they are stalling his plan?
Yes, 'n' how many pleas must the White House unveil
Before those sheep understand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cattle calls cry
Before they reform this fair land?
The answer, my friend, ain't crowin' 'bout his sin;
The answer is growin' up to win.

How many crimes must bad men cook up
Before they are sent to fry?
Yes, 'n' how many fears must good men brave
Before they can let Shiites try?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths in Iraq till we know
That Sunnis will fight by their side?
The answer, my friends, ain't blowin' up your kin;
The answer is knowin' that's a sin.

How many years can Israelis exist
Before they are pushed to the sea?
Yes, thru how many tears can "God's people" persist
Before they're allowed to breathe free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can Mahmoud churn his dread,
Defending his nuke parity?
This prancer, no friend, is showman in thin skin;
The answer's o'erthrow him from within.