{Refrain}
Hurry on my president
There'll be peace when you are gone
Lay your empty head to rest
Don't you speak no more

Once you chose to be the next Bush in office
Just to lie about Iraq having rockets
You were gaining our good favor
But you said too much

If your ears could hear you'd know we aren't clapping
If your brain could think you'd know why we're laughing
You hear the voices of your country
You can hear them say

{Refrain}

Playing pretend as a man who's a genius
Your charade will haunt you 'til you're a senior
And if you claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that you are slow

On a normal day of having the word blues
There's no doubt it's hooked on phonics that you use
You're learning words but it's confusing
Then you hear the voices say

{Refrain}

Carry on, we will always remember
Carry on, all your many word blunders
Now that you've worked on your phonics
Surely school waits for you