He
Don't Know What To Do
The Middle East, there is violence.
And - and a lots of work to be done.
Plays on his ranch, Bush just watching.
And - and the blame is all on the Son.
Oh no, don't ask Dubya Bush; he don't know what to do.
He's a bumblin', smirkin' liar.
Oh don't ask Dubya Bush; he don't know what to do.
The Mideast now on fire.
Throwin' the rocks at the soldiers.
Watching the death on the TV.
Fire into the crowd of stone throwers.
Bullets killing the kids.
Good God, don't ask Dubya Bush; he don't know what to
do.
The Mideast now on fire.
Oh don't ask Dubya Bush, he don't know what to do.
The death toll gettin' higher.
(Sung during instrumental interlude:)
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Who is to blame in this country?
We all know who is the one.
Won't interrupt his vacation.
And he just won't speak with no one.
Oh no, don't ask Dubya Bush; he don't know what to do.
He's a bumblin', smirkin' liar/
Oh no, don't ask Dubya Bush, he don't know what to do.
The Mideast now on fire.
(Sung during instrumental interlude:)
Rocks in the street.
Death in the street.
Dozing homes into the ground.
Silence from the clown.
Oh don't ask Dubya Bush; he don't know what to do.
The Mideast now on fire.
Hey, don't ask Dubya Bush, he don't know what to do.
And the death toll gettin' higher...
Rockets in the daytime, mortars in the night...
(repeat last line and fade)
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