Had on the doubtful moron
Handin' out prepacked snore lines
More intelligent is boron
Or a package of lime.
As I listened to Dubya
I knew it's true, he's a clown
But not stupid as I thought once
He's so high, he's unwound
Smokin' the ganja. . .psychedelic eyes

He's burnin' blunts in the White House
Cigars had once earned renown
As Bill Clinton shoved 'em in and out
Of fat Monica's mound.
After that Bill smoked 'em
But just tobacco was in place
But when they're in Dubya's snout
He sucks THC in his face.
Smokin' the ganja. . .blinders on his eyes

So he got us into this hell,
That offers escape nowhere
Because he's blowin' smoke two ways and gettin' high
He sees things that aren't there
That weed's driven him right out his head
But how he really gets
Hallucinations, he is smokin'
Afghan poppies, pods, no florets
Opium phantasms fire up this guy
Dope's dope phantasms