Oh the world will sing
Of an American king
A thousand years from now
And not because he passed some laws or had that lofty brow
While good old John and Harry got kicked right in the tush
We all have to slave away for that dickhead Dubya Bush

Incredible as he is inept
Whenever the history books are kept
They'll call him the phony king of America
(A pox on that phony king of America!)

He sits alone on an imaginary throne pretending he's the prez
A little tyke whose IQ is like the string hanging on a fez
And he throws an angry tantrum if he cannot have his way
And he calls for Dick, says he's sick
You see, rotten is how he'll play

Too late to be known as George The First
He's sure to be known as George The Worst!
A pox on that phony king of America!

While he taxes us to pieces
Except the millionaires
He sends men off to fight his wars
Without a single care
Ahh
But while there is Democracy
Things are not totally black
We'll find a way to make him pay
And take our country back

The minute before he knows we're there
We'll vote him out of his underwear
The breezy and uneasy king of America
The sniveling varmin
Misunderestimating
Pie higher makin
Grecian saying
WMD stockpiling

Dubya Bush the phony king of America.