Say Goodbye Bushie, to the white house.
You think you're dry, but soon you'll be doused.
As November comes, your numbers will fall,
and down will come Bushie, Cheney and all.
While you are sleeping, snug in your bed,
We're making blue states, out of the red.
When you wake up, on Novemeber three,
You'll see that your lies did not fool this country!