Coronation Hymn for Our Blessed Sovereign, George Bush the Second of that Name

Almighty Bush, Thy lofty Throne
Hath Torture for its Cornerstone,
And shining bright before Thy reign
Are boundless ways of causing Pain.

All Glory unto Bush we yield,
Thy Quagmire is our Empire's Shield;
Thou make’st our Nation's name adored
Like unto that of Mongol Horde.

With Payoffs are thy Lackeys bless'd
They kneel, they tout, at thy behest.
They in thy light, O Bush, shall dwell;
Let Naysay'rs be consigned to Hell.

Thy Boot with gladness all shall lick,
And those of Rove and Big Time Dick,
Our slavish Tongues to Thee belong,
For in Thy Ignorance we are Strong.