Pushy Mr. Bushy the position you hold,
Pays your bills while it destroys our souls,
I wish you'd leave, don't think you'd miss me,
Your friends all go down in punditry history,

Dummy Mr. Rummy your country is a wreck,
Can you feel Fox News and Karl Rove breathing down your neck?
You move too fast, don't understand peace,
You're going to go down in tyranny history,
Rummy

War, war, brutal war,
You're shaking the whole world down to the core,
But still you'd rather have oil rigs than houses or markets,
Any day, anyway, get away,

I think you feel more fulfilled,
Every turban-head that your vast armies kill,
You want to rise and you want to rule,
You want to do something your daddy just couldn't do,

Zany Mr. Cheney your position on health,
We'll pay for care and you can hoard your wealth,
I didn't realize that you loved strategy,
I didn't realized you planned such bloody awful strategies,
Cheney

Pardon Mr. Martin since you ask,
You're a Canadian pain in the ass,
I know I shouldn't voice this out,
And so I beg your pardon Mr. Martin,
Oh, you're a dummy.