So you been to Yale for a year or two
And you think you've screwed them all
In daddy's bar thinkin' you'll go far
Down south your type don't crawl
Play Shania Twain to parade your disdain
on your twenty grand stereo
Braggin that you know how the Christians feel bold
And white bread's got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Rush Limbaugh will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear, Brace yourself, my dear....

It's a holiday in Afghanistan
It's tough George but it's life
It's a holiday in Afghanistan
Don't forget to pack Condi Rice

You're a crack-smokin' sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to pray like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But Dick Cheney gets richer than you

Well you'll work harder with Karl Rove on your back
For ten billion dollars a day
Soldiers die so your Hummer won't starve
and you can eat plenty of steak

Now you can go where people are dumb
Now you can go where they get nothing done
What you need my son, what you need my son...

Is a holiday in Afghanistan
Where people all dress in black
A holiday in Afghanistan
Where you can smoke your crack!

George Bush, George Bush, George Bush...

And it's a holiday in Afghanistan
Where George does what he's told
A holiday in Afghanistan
Where the people can f*** your hole

George Bush!