Bush! Ha ha! Saviour of his own ass.
Bush! Ha ha! He'll bugger every one of us!

Seemingly, there's hardly any reasons for this senseless, illegal war,
remorseless savagery, horror, and continuing very meddlesome occupation.
Ah, what the hell's happening, George?
"Duh? Sorry. Search me!"

Aarrggh! Only Dr. Hans Blix, a former U.N. weapons inspector, can provide any explanation:
"Bush! Ha ha! He's a Texan idiot!"

"Hark! Faithful poodle hazard! Tony Blair approaching!"
"Huh? What do you mean Tony Blair approaching? Off after him, fast!
Have no fear! Have my NASA staff fire off all 'P.R. Vapo-Spin' heavy missile systems!
Despatch the Chancellor to save the United Kingdom from fall!"
"Aha! Flash Gordon's alive?"

Bush! - Ha ha! - Saviour of all halfwits.

He's just a man with only half a mind,
- He knows naff all, nothing.
Even he can never, never fail,
For no-one save the US of A can have the golden oil.
(What a joke!)

"Sorry George, I hate you! Thankfully, we have ONE election to save the Earth!"

Sherry... sorry... Kerry baby!
Kerry, can you come out tonight?
Here, I'm sorry 'bout Bush,
Camp out tonight.

(Why don't you come out)
To this macho gay bar
(Hey handsome, come out)
There's amyl-nitrate here,
(Come out)
Where we'll dance the night away,
You're my obsession!

Sorry, Kerry baby!
Kerry, can you come out tonight?
(Come, come, come out tonight)
(Come, come, come out tonight)
Hey honey, you had best tell your wife,
Tell her gay marriage's all right!

(Why don't you come out)
Misbehave, with your shiny dress on?
(Come out)
Your firm, horny butt's oh so fine!
Nail varnish? Mmm yes!
(Come out)
I say! Move it nice and easy!
Hey boy, I'm gonna lose my mind!

Sherry... sorry, Kerry baby,
Can you come out tonight?
(Come, come, come out tonight)
(Come, come, come out tonight).....

Feed my drug habit - Bank-Raid

It's Christmas time, no, there's nothing left,
My band's been on the downwards slide for many years.
With Christmas time, there's a chance
For death and tragedy,
To revive dead, flagging careers.
And in our world of mullets,
We do our tiny bit for "Charidee",
Then release our Greatest Hits,
At Christmas time.

I'll say a prayer,
Wish that to the stores you run.
It's Christmas time,
I'll knock Sir Cliff off Number One!

The rockstar mansion needs new windows,
And I'm well overdrawn, I fear.
Let's go the the studio bathroom,
Where that snow white powder disappears.
Now don't let me forget my lines
Or then it's history fast, I fear.
Well thank God for Mr Geldof,
It's down to his shrewd idea, that I'm still here!

Well, they won't YET have heard of me in Africa
With the other fading, D-List, has-been bands.
To there, I might go right away,
I need that winter tan, that hot-weather holiday.
Let's get high at Christmas time!

Toast! Here's to us!
Raise that glass to No. One!
Here's to me!
How my career will just run and run!
What? Don't you know it's Christmas time?