In the Southland of the country they'll vote for a stupid lush
and if you go down there you better just beware
of a man named Georgie Bush.
That Georgie, he's trouble, and we gotta give him what-fer.
All the wingnuts call him "Mr. President" but I
won't even call him "Sir."

'Cause he's bad, bad Georgie Bush.
Wants to kick the whole world in the tush.
He's badder than old Reagan Ron
and meaner than his dear old Dad.

Now Georgie, he's a rambler, and to the rich his tax cut goes.
And the press ain't sayin' 'bout all the cocaine that used to go up his nose.
He's got a great big ranch in Texas, he's got a place up in Maine too.
And the dumb galoot wears these great big boots
but they always step in poo.

'Cause he's bad, bad Georgie Bush.
Wants to kick the whole world in the tush.
He's badder than old Reagan Ron
and meaner than his dear old Dad.

Last Friday, at a briefing, George gave his drink ice.
His pals said, "Attack Saddam's Iraq,
and, oh, that oil looks nice."
Well, he cast his eyes upon it, and the trouble soon began.
Georgie learned a lesson 'bout messin'
with the average American.

'Cause he's bad, bad Georgie Bush.
Wants to kick the whole world in the tush.
He's badder than old Reagan Ron
and meaner than his dear old Dad.

When Georgie takes to fightin' for re-election in 2004
he's gonna see the electoral puzzle has a whole bunch of pieces gone.

'Cause he's bad, bad Georgie Bush.
Wants to kick the whole world in the tush.
He's badder than old Reagan Ron
and meaner than his dear old Dad.
Yeah, he's bad, bad Georgie Bush.
Wants to kick the whole world in the tush.
He's badder than old Reagan Ron
and meaner than his dear old Dad.
Yeah, he's badder than old Reagan Ron
and meaner than his dear old Dad.