Showdown Hoedown

Bush:
When I was just a little shrub growing up in Texas,
My daddy taught me how to deal with an Evil Axis,
So when people ask me questions that I don't know about,
I call someone a terrorist, and then I smoke 'em out.

Ohhh hunt 'em down and smoke 'em out,
Hold those terrorists to account.
This is what I'm talkin' 'bout,
Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Now grab your partner by the hand,
Good 'ol Dubbya is in command.
There's oil 'cross that Rio Grande.
Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Rub 'em up, slap 'em down, push 'em in, pull 'em out, shake 'em up, smoke 'em out...

Everyone:
Let's roll!

(Dance break)

Bitchy White Woman:
You say this war's because of me,
And my big six ton SUV,
So I'll raise a flag for all to see.
Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Woman from Mexico:
In Mexico is where I'm stuck,
Entonces, man, I'm outa' luck.
When bombs start dropping, guess I'm fucked!
Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Adrian:
Now the LCP show's come to pass,
You mighta' thought it was crude and crass,
But if you don't like it, he'll bomb your ass!
Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Bush:
Now I hope my point is plain to see,
Just close your mind and follow me!
Who cares about the economy?
Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Gonna smoke 'em outa' their holes!

Chingado!