He's not smart, a C student
And that's after buying his way into school
Beady eyes, and he's kinda dyslexic
Can he read? No one's really quite sure
He signs stuff and he executes people
Maybe that's why, he doesn't have any friends
Cocaine and a little drunk driving
Doesn't matter, when you're the Commander in Chief

Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole

*Put on some make-up, turn on the 8-Track
I'm putting a week back on the shelf
Suddenly I'm the President, of the United States
But they I woke up, and realized I'm still me

He's too dumb, to eat pretzels
Apparently smart enough to fix an election
Moved boldly into the White House
Though most people voted against him
He likes naps, He's good at naptime
A couple of naps and then a nap and then he's ready for bed
He may be from Bush decent, He's always gonna, gonna be the un-president
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole
Idiot son of an asshole
He's the idiot son of an asshole

He's our president!

[* not in the War On Errorism's version]