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Throw him out; his oil war's insane.
Let's get this heel soon retired.
What we must do: get Shrub to face Election Day.
War for an oil deal: quagmired.
Election Day, we'll bet you strife we'll still find,
'Cause the Shrub wants to see world peace unwind.

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

Now his polls are falling to the ground.
We claim he's wrong; we blame him.
His war's unjust, but too long to flee.
Right wing bliss? Quagmire claims him.
He's a war monger, mouth full of what he said before.
'Cause war will make Bush happy; we don't need his war.

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

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Bush Baby's just dumb as can be,
His head's not steel, just wood inside,
And so just what is he supposed to do?

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

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