This is a parody of the Beatles, 'Julia'. Anything else I had to say is in the song.
Most of what you say is meaningless
Have you thought a single speech through
Dubya
Dubya, Dubya, oil’s gone wild, galls me
Oh, he weaves a tale of woe, Dubya
Dubya, he tells lies, when he smiles, falsely
So we sing a tale of woe, Dubya
His war, a bloated sow, is smouldering,
Mouldering in the sun
Dubya, Dubya, mourning sons, such grief
So we sing a song of woe, Dubya
When you cannot speak your heart
You can never reach my mind, Dubya
Dubya, slipping sand, mushroom cloud, touchy
So we sing a song of woe, Dubya
Hmm hmm hmm…
Galls me
So I sing a song of woe for Dubya,
Dubya,
Dubya