(instrumental intro)

Leave, Powell.
Farewell, you've already served your country well.
So leave Bush Hell.

Leave, Powell.
It sucks working for a pRez who'd pass the buck,
Leaving you stuck.

You have been an excellent soldier,
No matter what they say.
You've done a statesman's job.
But we feel that you've had enough,
You'd better quit while on top.

Leave, Powell.
Don't wait 'til Bush wins another term;
He won't, don't share his fate.

There's Condi, Don Rummy, Dick Cheney;
War hawks, the Evil Three.
They're the real enemy.
So don't waste your time to lobby for peace in
The Mideast.

(instrumental break)

Don't want you, don't want you, don't want you.
We think you know by now.
Bush listens to armchair generals.
You should go away, we're telling you
They'll just ruin your plan.

Leave, Powell.
Farewell, you've already served your country well.
So leave Bush Hell.

War's the only word that Bush hears now,
To hold power in this land.
Leave Bush Hell.

(instrumental ending)