(instrumental intro)

Bush is squawking, "Can't wait too long!"
Pleasin' his right wing throng.
He'll go on attack; he's not worried 'bout talk in the Beltway.
Arms muscle's the name of the game,
And bad guys get squashed away, like that Saddam Hussein.
Bush tried to goad; that's not surprisin'.
War's his road, we're realizin'.
'Cause he wants to be where the right wing wants him to be...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.
Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

Bush has really no mind to reign.
And his smile can't hide lack of brain.
But his crown's now decidin' for gain,
He'll take things the wrong way.
And he'll dream of the things he'll do
With Iraq now broken; billion dollars made by the Bush crew.
Bush tried to goad; that's not surprisin'.
War's his road, we're realizin'
'Cause he wants to be where the right wing wants him to be...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.
Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.

Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

(repeat refrain and fade)