(instrumental intro)

Soon... in November, repay the Shrub.
Look... and go vote: no more time for Shrub.
Bush must go; Iraq should spell that Shrub is through.
Bush's right wing team and crew:
Still is slinging lies at you.

Election Day's when we'll say, "No, W!"
With each day, find a new way to drub his coup.
All the time now, his polls slip;
His blind Iraq blunder.
His Iraq war dreams untrue;
His pretending time is through.

So, Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
He hasn't much time to borrow.
Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
His regime hasn't much time to bor-r-row.

He'd "borrow" 87 billion (cronies' pay).
Stupid think tank neo-cons just want their way.
Bush thinks through war, that oil is ours,
But rebels grow stronger.
Hid our soldiers killed from view;
Bush cronies steal your cash from you.

So, Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
He hasn't much time to borrow.
Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
His regime hasn't much time to bor-r-row.

Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"
Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"
Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"

(repeat final refrain and fade)