(instrumental intro)

A pile of dung still hisses: right wing radio.
They want war; debate is "wrong."
Undismayed bein' strung along; they're in denial.
We've heard such crap, at times; wonder how low they'd go.
How they thunder, dusk-to-dawn.
They'll attack again, to help their right wing friends.
Right wing throngs now raising hell...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They have practiced their part,
Ripping their foes apart.
All they have to do is lie.
Shrub sucked before.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight... Shrub is a lightweight...)

Lookin' back at how it was; three years gone by,
When our good times turned to bad.
Bush's way seems raving mad; so much deranged.
See these throngs for Shrub, who is a king to them.
They are mesmerized - this herd.
Bush Team felonies: they'd out a spy, for glee.
They just felt, through fear, they'd stay...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

All these Bush felonies;
They'll pay dearly, you'll see.
To get even, they'll just lie.
They'll strike the poor.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight...)

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time.

(repeat chorus and fade)