(instrumental intro)

Ain't no moron like the one we've got.
Ain't no moron like the one we've got.
Ain't no moron like the one we've got.

Bush knows it's no fun to appear to flounder.
He can't make his words seem to agree.
When he flops, his brain is a bad rebounder.
Knowing what to do's a mystery.
He's a vile untrained pretender
For right wing hypocrisy.
Ooh...

Ain't no moron like the one we've got.
(Oh, no, Bush won't get better.)
Bein' son of Poppy really helps a lot.
(When he screws up things, more grief he brings.)
Doesn't matter what he does, he'll flub.
(Can't get his sh*t together.)
Ain't no moron like the one named Shrub.

He's Big Oil's pup; it to them he's owin' (he's owin')
Influence abused, Big Oil's way.
We shouldn't be surprised Enrongate keeps growin' (keeps growin')
Bigger every minute; watch the fray.
Bush is pissed because of Enron.
'Cause his words - his words no longer sway.
No, no...

Ain't no moron like the one we've got.
(Well, he's pissed because of Enron.)
Bein' son of Poppy really helps a lot.
(Now the Shrub pretends Lay's not his friend.)
Doesn't matter what he does, he'll flub.
(In two-thousand-four, he'll be gone.)
Ain't no moron like the one named Shrub.

(Sung during instrumental break:)
Oooh... what a no-good king we've got.
His policies are rot...

Ain't no moron like the one we've got.
(Oh, no, Bush won't get better.)
Bein' son of Poppy really helps a lot.
(When he screws up things, more grief he brings.)
Doesn't matter what he does, he'll flub.
(Can't get his sh*t together.)
Ain't no moron like the one named Shrub.

Ain't no moron like the one we've got.
(Well, he's pissed because of Enron.)
Bein' son of Poppy really helps a lot.
(Now the Shrub pretends Lay's not his friend.)
Doesn't matter what he does, he'll flub.
(In two-thousand-four, he'll be gone.)
Ain't no moron like the one named Shrub.

(instrumental fade)