Turn on the tube, what do I see?
A whole lot of people saying, "Blame George B.
He points his crooked little finger at Osama and Saddam,
and everybody else who practices Islam."
He says, "So-and-so did this, such-and-such did that.
Forget UN and Congress, I'll just bomb Iraq!

"Get over it!
Get over it!
Do whatever I say 'cause I'm the president,
Get over it! Get over it!"

It just hasn't been the same since the economy crashed,
Dubya Bush is giving everybody our cash.
The more I think about it, the people were right;
Let's go impeach Dubya, impeach him tonight.
He invades other countries, he acts like he's king
And has the taxpayers pay for everything.

Get over it!
Get over it
Somebody with some brains get a new president.
Get over it! Get over it!

It's like listening to my mother, every time I hear him speak.
There's a war in spite of his yellow streak.
Some call it sick,
And I call it cheap.

Dubya, Dubya.

Drags the defict round like a ball and chain,
He wallows in the guilt of his family's name.
He waves around our flag, wearing his fake crown,
Puts our money in the gutter, bringing everybody down.
When we complain about the present,
He blames it on the past.
I'd like to take George Dubya B. and kick his little ass.

"Get over it!
Get over it!
Do whatever I want, 'cause I'm the president.
Get over it! Get over it!"

Get over it! Get over it!
He's leaving office sometime, so let's make in quick!
Get over it! Get over it!