Battle Hymn of the Dubya Republic

Mine eyes have seen the likelihood of everlasting war
Jenna's sucking down the vintage where the grapes of wrath are poured
Dubya's loosed the frightful budget of his buddy's costly swords
His "truth" is droning on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
What's it to ya if we screw ya?
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
The war keeps marching on.

I have seen him eat a pretzel and get awful choking cramps
They have builded Bush an office with some rosy colored lamps
l can read his righteous blather, watch his little foot that stamps
Dubya keeps droning on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
What's it to ya if we screw ya?
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Get Colin Powell, Right On!

I have read the fiery nonsense writ in angry Muslim shpiel,
"As we deal with Arab nutters, like a pig let's make 'em squeal."
Let the Bush kid born of Barbara crush the serpents with his heel
Since God's Republican!

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
What's it to ya if we screw ya?
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
This war keeps marching on.

Bush has paid his war compadres and shall never call retreat
He is sifting out detractors from his judge-a-mental seat
Oh, be swift, or else, to answer him! "Oh Bush, you are so neat!"
His "truth" keeps droning on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
What's it to ya if we screw ya?
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
This war keeps marching on.

ln the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With an all-star sort of chutzpah that just nixes Allah, see?
As he died to make men holy, now we kill to make men free,
While Jesus rolls his eyes

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
What's it to ya if we screw ya?
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
This war keeps marching on