He's a Navy son of a Navy son
And he ain't here to take no guff
He stood in line 'way past his prime
And he's two states west of Texas tough
He plays with fire and he plays with gas
And he ain't afraid to mix 'em
He'll tell you straight if things ain't broke
For goodness sake, don't fix 'em!

  CHORUS
  No more fear, Bush or McCain
  No more years of the same old same
  Give Barack's brr-ain a chance
  Or fly by the seat of a pair of pants - again

Their last big man never had a plan
And the grand old party ran short
They closed their eyes & rolled the dice
Now they're bettin' on an old war horse
They'll drill for oil and stay the course
And swear they will reform
Can't trust the folks who got us in
To get us out of their - perfect storm.

  CHORUS

If you're happy then McCain's your man
In your Chevy van or Lexus
Take another look at the Karl Rove playbook
And guess who's off the hook in Crawford, Texas
(Take another look, take another look, take...)

In the words of Franklin Roosevelt
We've nothing to fear but fear itself

  CHORUS

They think Palin's where it's at
Palin thinks the earth is flat
(Drill, baby, drill)