(instrumental intro)

He used to be appalling when stoned
You'd know if he caused a fight
Believing there was no answer but to goad
He'd want to tear apart, beating up someone
But Shrub hasn't changed
The more he says, the more we think he's dumb

Now he says to us, "There ought to be limits to freedom!"
As a rich kid, he was born with rights to brag
"Limits to our freedom" made us realize that this land
Should not police your mind, 'cause Bush Baby says it's bad

Bush would limit our freedom, guaranteed (enough of you!)
Hound the Right we despise, and with words not too kind
Hound the Right, hound the Right
Hound the Right, won't you hound the Right
Limits to our freedom? Enough of you! Bush, you boob!

Shrub could lose and he should leave us all alone
Hey, people, don't take pity
His brothers choose the good old family home

He likes living easy with his family ties
On the Internet, our "freedom" zapped him
Right between the eyes

Now he says to us, "There ought to be limits to freedom!"
As a rich kid, he was born with rights to brag
"Limits to our freedom" made us realize that this land
Should not police your mind, 'cause Bush Baby says it's bad

Bush would limit our freedom, guaranteed (enough of you!)
Hound the Right we despise, and with words not too kind
Hound the Right, hound the Right
Hound the Right, won't you hound the Right
Limits to our freedom? Enough of you! Bush, you boob!