(As sung by Dubya:)

I'm goin' back to Crawford!
My agenda has gone off track.
Donors lined my pockets,
But I can't get them off my back.

Lots of people screamed they loathe me.
But I don't trust my falling polls.
I hope they'll come around.
But they just haven't found
My view from Crawford is my world.

(instrumental riff)

I'm goin' back to Crawford!
My opponents don't like my tone.
My appeals to right wing dreams
Aren't sealed, nor set in stone.

Lots of people screamed they loathe me.
But I don't trust my falling polls.
I hope they'll come around.
But they just haven't found,
My view from Crawford is my world.

(instrumental riff)

Crawford, Texas, where I'm calling
Might be home after just a while.
Can't let the right wing see me crawling,
Compromise just ain't my style.

So lots of people screamed they loathe me.
But I don't trust my falling polls.
I hope they'll come around.
But they just haven't found,
My view from Crawford is my world.

(instrumental riff)