(instrumental intro)

Cacklin' cronies are on board.
They'll help to hide George Dubya's flaws.
Lay low, making it so.
Take Bush's dough.
Now it's their time to rescue Bush Baby...

Hitchin' on the gravy train.
Everything's there but the fare,
And all along,
They'll make Bush "strong."
To bring what they want.
Don't need much to please their head man,
Who's a snappy goon.

Dubya's phony, he's a child.
He got to make the Right Wing happy.
You will see, in just a while.
Cacklin' cronies, like that Norton woman
Love the Right Wing, and their bizarre hummin'.
They hang on to Dubya,
This throng of hangers-on.
Say it now,
Say it now,
Say it now, Bush Baby

Cacklin' cronies making Bush smile.
They hope to hang on to power
To help the Right; they've got the might.
Forget the world's plight.
They're Bush's team;
They won't answer questions, yeah...

Dubya's phony, he's a child.
He got to make the Right Wing happy.
You will see, in just a while.
Cacklin' cronies, like that Norton woman
Love the Right Wing, and their bizarre hummin'.
They hang on to Dubya,
This throng of hangers-on.
Say it now,
Say it now,
Say it now, Bush Baby

Cacklin' cronies making Bush smile.
They hope to hang on to power
To help the Right; they've got the might.
Forget the world's plight.
They're Bush's team;
They won't answer questions, yeah...

Duh, duh, duh, duh, Dubya...