It didn’t take long after you didn’t win
Proclaiming yourself the new Napoleon
Cowboy George on his throne.
Shooting off your guns and your mouth on the ranch
Pissing off the world from Mozambique to France.
Now we’re stuck on our own.

So what can you do—now your popularity’s falling
Find an enemy you can beat and come a-calling.
People eat what’s on their plate
Even if it’s only lies
Just be sure to fill them up with freedom fries.

You didn’t need new clothes ‘cause you’re wearing the flag
You figured by now the election’s in the bag
Everything else is forgotten.
It didn’t work out quite the way you planned
Mission accomplished? I don’t understand.
And you never mention Bin Laden.

And oh, have you heard? No word
Of weapons of mass destruction
As Cheney’s pals start the Iraqi reconstruction
And now we’re stuck with the bill
As our good friend Kim Jong Il
Builds another nuke out there in North Korea.

Lololololololo—The Emperor strikes out again
Lololololololo—The Emperor strikes out again
(ah, ah, Señor Aznar, ah ah, Mr. Blair)