(instrumental intro)

We can't stand Shrub's "command."
Earned disgrace; he must fall.
Want him gone - we'll cheer on healing (his recall)...

There's no where Bush can dare
Just show up and stay.
Bush can't see them laugh at him,
Nor hear them say:

Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...
Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...

Bush's lies, we despise.
Sold through right wing spin.
Hearing them, seeing them.
Fascist state, we're in.

"Stick to your script," said he,
Rove reminds today.
We must pound right wing clowns.
Let Bush hear you say:

Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...
Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...

(repeat refrain - instrumental ending)