He thought he could fly away
Lost New Hampshire, and Shrub's squawking, "How I hate that John!"
Smile and do it your way
Shake your fist, you're blowing it, your money will be gone
He can't smirk it out
He can't smirk it out

Think you need some praying
You won't last too long, and still you're tilting to the right
Dubya's amazing
So inept, he spoke at Bob Jones U., so lily white
He can't smirk it out
He can't smirk it out

You are not the sort we think as "prime"
Your cussing and fighting won't end
Your money has bought some extra time
But just how long can you pretend?

Bush's prize will fly away
Let this slimeball tell us that his fight with Gore is strong
Let's all make his party pay
And we'll dance when George Bush falls apart before too long
He can't smirk it out
He can't smirk it out

You are not the sort we think as "prime"
Your cussing and fighting won't end
Your money has bought some extra time
But just how long can you pretend?