When are you gonna come clean
When will you show your hand
You should have stayed on the ranch
You should have listened to your old man
You know you can’t lie forever
I never did vote for you
No more fodder for your friends to war with
Too many young are singing the blues
Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
So goodbye yellowcake road
Where the Neo-Con dogs all howl
You can’t plant me in Ramadi
I’m trading my sword for my plough
Back to the howling old Dick in the woods
Hunting his friends and his foes
Oh I’ve finally decided that all your lies
Will end with the yellowcake road
Ro-Ro-Ro
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
What do you think you’ll do then
After Iraq’s up in flames
It’ll take more — than a couple of Rove turds
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you’ll get a replacement
There’s plenty like you to be found
GOP mongrels who ain’t got a conscience
Putting more boots on the ground
Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
So goodbye yellowcake road
Where the Cheneys and Rumsfelds all prowl
You can’t plant me in Fallujah
You committed the ultimate foul
Back to the howling old Dick in the woods
Slimy as the horny backed toad
Oh I’ve finally decided that all your lies
Will end with the yellowcake road
Ro-Ro-Ro
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
Ahh-Ahh-Ahh
Ahh
