(instrumental intro)

He's my little clown.
I end up relieving.
I keep his eye on the ball.
'Cause he's used to leaning on me.
Bush has pledged allegiance to our cabal.
I run it all - he's my little clown.

I'm owner of his rule.
I plug the dike, so Bush rates "satisfactory."
Clean his dirty laundry.
Covering up his dirt; we can do with ease.

Bush's lack of brains is a pain, though.
If he's wrong, we'll go on attack.
We're called liars, but we just don't care.
Big Oil now runs the nation - get back.
Bush won't take the blame (flak).
He's my little clown.

(instrumental break)

Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...
Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...

He's my little clown.
Without me, he's nothing; Shrub is just his father's son.
Building my money.
Dreamin' of glory.
Iraq has his finger on the trigger of the gun.

Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...
Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...
Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...
Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...
Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...
Shrub's the figurehead of the Right - he is my little clown...

(repeat refrain - instrumental fade)