A vitriolic song sung from the point of view of President George “Dubya” Bush suggesting his corruptness, lack of touch with problems both local and foreign, and fear and avoidance of sensitive topics around the Middle East.
Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
Freedom? I'm talking about Nascar
I guess I'll go on back to Crawford
I've got some friends waiting there
Richard Pearl and Colin and Osama Bin and Douglas Fine
Cheney will have to come on down with me
Dang old Chinese finger-trap!
Hope I got taquitos in the freezer and Capri Sun packs
Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
Terror is the word I use instead of saying Muslim people
Muslims? Islams? I'm talking about Nascar!
Horses in the stable, cock-a-doodles roosting
I made damn sure the Viet Cong stayed the hell out of Houston
Jobs don't seem that scarce to me, everyone I know has got one!
All my Yale friend cokehead buddies wonder where these stats are from
The White House on the Nascar circuits: my vision of freedom!
Fool me once in Texas and you'll fool me twice in Tennessee
Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
Terror is the word I use instead of saying Muslim people
Muslims? Islams? I'm talking about Nascar!
Cheerleading kept me off the streets
My father kept me out of Nam! Ooh-doggy!
[Background]
Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
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[Foreground]
Policies that don't make sense, why should they sell me anything different?
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Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
Terror is the word I use instead of saying Muslim people
Terror-terror, freedom-freedom, Dubya-dubya, Nascar-nascar
Terror is the word I use instead of saying Muslim people
Muslims? Islams? I'm talking about Nascar!
Yee-hoo!