You keep saying you got something for me.
Something called "tax cut," but confess:
You've been messin' where you shouldn't be messin'
and now some rich guy is gettin' all our best.

These truths are made for talkin', and that's just what I'll do.
Two thousand four, these truths are gonna walk all over you.

You keep lyin', more than ever did Clinton.
And you keep talkin' 'bout the wins you don't get.
You keep braggin' when you oughta shamin'.
Now, what's right is right, but you're farthest-right yet.

These truths are made for talkin', and that's just what I'll do.
Two thousand four, these truths are gonna walk all over you.

You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'.
You keep thinkin' that you haven't got burned! Ha!
Any Democrat's your intellectual matchin', yeah.
And what they know, you ain't even tried to learn.

These truths are made for talkin', and that's just what I'll do.
Two thousand four, these truths are gonna walk all over you.

Are you ready, truths?
Start talkin'!