(instrumental intro)

(Narrated:)
The Turkey went down to Baghdad.
He was looking for some votes to steal.
Bush was in a bind, 'cause he couldn't find
Just who was killing his oil deal.
Then he came, the Boss (this dumb man);
Bremer told a riddle, and saying what not.
Then the Turkey jumped up and started to stump,
And said, "Boys, let me tell you what..."
"I guess you didn't know it,
But I've been sayin' prayers for you.
So be prepared and just take care,
I've hedged my bets on you.
Now you just aim right down the middle, boys.
You know what terr-ists do."
He's there to meddle; black gold has claimed his soul.
Bush Boy said, "I blame Saddam.
If you fight, we will win.
'Cause we're not done yet, so don't you forget
That you can't rest or think of kin."

(Sung:)
Bush, the one who went AWOL, and played a little hard,
Made hell break loose in Baghdad; can't find rebels, can't stand guard.
Bush cannot win, and he stands on a griddle; war he's sold.
So much to lose, his war for that black gold.

(fiddle break)

(Narrated:)
The Turkey's sheltered at a base, and he said, "You've got to show...
You'll fire upon whomever trips on this base; let them know."
Through his bullsh*t show, the Boss's strings from Karl Rove did this,
With his band of neo-con men, who expound, "War time is bliss!"

(fiddle break)

(Narrated:)
When the Turkey finished being fed,
Press said,"That was pretty good, Great One."
His polls down; Bush was scared, and dared
To get more stolen oil to run.

(Sung:)
Hired Halliburton; contracts done.
Selling off the White House, the Dim Son.
Chickenhawk who just ran through the back door,
Sneaking into Iraq, his oil war.

(fiddle break)

(Narrated:)
The Turkey vowed he'd get revenge; brave talk before defeat.
He's dismayed he's in the middle of a quagmire, taking heat.
Then Rove said, "Dub-ya, please come on back,
'Cause your poll's on the rise again."
Press extolled the stunts of the Dubya dunce.
"He's the best," say Bush's men.

(Sung:)
Hired Halliburton; contracts done.
Selling off the White House, the Dim Son.
Chickenhawk who just ran through the back door,
Sneaking into Iraq, his oil war.

(fiddle break and instrumental ending)