I've got a whole damn world to fix
When I reached inside my bag of tricks
I pulled something outta' my ass
Flung it in the air and it went "kabbam"

I'm George Bush
I, am, George Bush

The "kabbam" it reached across the bend
Upped and encouraged all my friends
Who're painting things in stars and stripes
Got excuses in my pocket to justify it

I'm George Bush
I, am, George Bush

Laws for pals, might for the right
Ten minus seven equals five
And we got the math to prove we know
We can't detect the same ol' mistakes
Even when we put on a show

I'm George Bush
I, am, George Bush

Brownnose administrators
Funky fetish followers
Are all here on this lovely day
To marvel the shit we've spewed and celebrate
But now I got myself into a plight
Well, the party says it's quite alright
Got me to thinkin', what the hell?
The world has yet to here me tell:
I'm George Bush
I, am, George Bush
I'm George Bush

I… just fucked things up