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Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
"No, we ain't joking... We're the Supreme Court majority, and we've declared that corporations are people, too."
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Carrie Prejean, Pinhead Pinup, drops her lawsuit against Miss Universe Pageant when her own sex tape is exposed
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
New Species of Giant Rat
http://www.internetweekly.org/2009/09/cartoon_giant_rat_found_beckus_dickheadus.html
Papua New Guinea (IWR Satire) - A new species of giant rat, one of the largest and ugliest ever found, has been discovered deep in the jungle of Papua New Guinea.
The rat, which has no fear of white humans, measures 6 feet long, placing it among the largest species of rat known anywhere in the world.
The creature (Beckus Dickheadus) was discovered by an expedition team filming the BBC program - "Lost Land of the Volcano Nazis".
Like the other exotic racist species, the rat is believed to live within the Mount Bosavi crater, and nowhere else except perhaps on Fox News.
"Beckus Dickheadus is one of the world's largest rats. It is a true rat, the same kind you find in the city sewers," says Dr Alto Sax, a mammalogist based at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History who accompanied the BBC expedition team.
http://www.internetweekly.org/2009/09/cartoon_giant_rat_found_beckus_dickheadus.html
Papua New Guinea (IWR Satire) - A new species of giant rat, one of the largest and ugliest ever found, has been discovered deep in the jungle of Papua New Guinea.
The rat, which has no fear of white humans, measures 6 feet long, placing it among the largest species of rat known anywhere in the world.
The creature (Beckus Dickheadus) was discovered by an expedition team filming the BBC program - "Lost Land of the Volcano Nazis".
Like the other exotic racist species, the rat is believed to live within the Mount Bosavi crater, and nowhere else except perhaps on Fox News.
"Beckus Dickheadus is one of the world's largest rats. It is a true rat, the same kind you find in the city sewers," says Dr Alto Sax, a mammalogist based at the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History who accompanied the BBC expedition team.
Friday, September 04, 2009
The Republicans have no shame, but the Democrats have no spine.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
JOHN YOO PUNKED IN HIS OWN LAW CLASS BY COMEDY GROUP
http://www.commondreams.org/further/2009/07/18-0
In this video, a satirical comedy group from Australia called the Chasers, confronts torture lawyer John Yoo during one of his recent classes at Berkeley. With a black hood over his head, the unidentified man stands on his chair, outstreches his arms and asks the professor, “How long can I be required to stand here ’til it counts as torture?”
Rather than respond, Yoo simply apologizes for having to end class. As he grabs his stuff and prepares to leave, the Chaser says, “If this is awkward for you, it’s very uncomfortable for me. I can tell you.”
http://www.commondreams.org/further/2009/07/18-0
In this video, a satirical comedy group from Australia called the Chasers, confronts torture lawyer John Yoo during one of his recent classes at Berkeley. With a black hood over his head, the unidentified man stands on his chair, outstreches his arms and asks the professor, “How long can I be required to stand here ’til it counts as torture?”
Rather than respond, Yoo simply apologizes for having to end class. As he grabs his stuff and prepares to leave, the Chaser says, “If this is awkward for you, it’s very uncomfortable for me. I can tell you.”
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
"... the Cheney Bunch... the Cheney Bunch... they're the crazies we call the Cheney Bunch"
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I Want YOO Out Of The Legal Profession
Originally posted April 9, 2008
What Did Yoo Do?
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Originally posted April 9, 2008
What Did Yoo Do?
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Some things should never be cloned
Original written on August 18, 2001
Click HERE for MIDI music:
They'll Never Clone A Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "I'll Never Find Another You" by The Seekers)
(instrumental intro)
Shrub is going nowhere.
He cannot understand.
That he'll be gone one day,
Then he won't rule this land.
Cloning people's quite an idea.
Just watch out what they do.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Shrub's the Always Dumb One.
Just hear the things he'll say.
Do not heed this Dumb One.
Boot him Election Day.
He could screw the whole world over,
Before his reign is through.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Took a long, long, journey
To Crawford, to hide.
Shrub can't walk through the storm...
Without his guide (Dick's his guide).
Bush's family fortune
Can't measure Shrub at all.
He could lose power tomorrow,
And watch his regime fall.
"In '04, I'll lose," the Shrub fears,
"I don't know what to do."
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
A Duh-Buh-You... A Duh-Buh-You.
Original written on August 18, 2001
Click HERE for MIDI music:
They'll Never Clone A Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "I'll Never Find Another You" by The Seekers)
(instrumental intro)
Shrub is going nowhere.
He cannot understand.
That he'll be gone one day,
Then he won't rule this land.
Cloning people's quite an idea.
Just watch out what they do.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Shrub's the Always Dumb One.
Just hear the things he'll say.
Do not heed this Dumb One.
Boot him Election Day.
He could screw the whole world over,
Before his reign is through.
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
Took a long, long, journey
To Crawford, to hide.
Shrub can't walk through the storm...
Without his guide (Dick's his guide).
Bush's family fortune
Can't measure Shrub at all.
He could lose power tomorrow,
And watch his regime fall.
"In '04, I'll lose," the Shrub fears,
"I don't know what to do."
Let's make sure they'll never clone a Duh-Buh-You.
A Duh-Buh-You... A Duh-Buh-You.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
What's Up?! Who Threw Shoes At Me?
(Sung to the tune of "Wake Up, Little Susie" by The Everly Brothers
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by President George W. Bush at his infamous December 14, 2008 press conference in Baghdad:
What's up?! Who threw shoes at me? What's up?
What's up?! Who threw shoes at me? What's up?
I'm here to give a speech.
What's up?! Why am I within reach?
Who's that shoe thrower? I had to duck; security's been breached!
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me? Hell...
I'm gonna leave a mess for Obama
I'm gonna leave this mess of a war
I'm gonna leave, but our troops will stay...
Don't keep score!
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me? Hell...
I hope Obama doesn't bash me again
And say, "Bush Baby, looks like he goofed again."
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
I want to go home.
What's up, who threw shoes at me? What's up?!
What's up, who threw shoes at me? What's up?!
Iraq War isn't so hot; we're losin' much of what we had got.
The cost is steep for risks I took; my reputation is shot.
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me? Hell...
I'm gonna leave a mess for Obama
I'm gonna leave this mess of a war
I'm gonna leave, but our troops will stay...
Don't keep score!
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
What's up, who threw shoes at me?
(fade out)
Monday, April 06, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Rush Limbaugh (an American folk song)
Lyrics and music by 333maxwell (Chas Holman)
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=7442774&q=hi&newref=1
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, tell us what to do
So many enthralled with the venom you spew
Mix hatred with bigots and see what you brew
And the people you reach most they haven't a clue
CHORUS:
There's a special place for you
Hell's too cold for what you do
And all the mistruths you have told
Won't get you back the soul you've sold
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, always on the right
The mothers who listen send their kids to fight
In two foreign wars which you seem to delight
And the doves will be bled by the hawks you incite.
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, you're safe in your booth
And the lies that you cast some digest as the truth
One gets what they give but you get what you take
When things are their worst the more money you make
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, addicted to pills
And preaches to others about others ills
The more he's exposed the more he sedates
The calmer things are the more he gets irate
Lyrics and music by 333maxwell (Chas Holman)
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=7442774&q=hi&newref=1
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, tell us what to do
So many enthralled with the venom you spew
Mix hatred with bigots and see what you brew
And the people you reach most they haven't a clue
CHORUS:
There's a special place for you
Hell's too cold for what you do
And all the mistruths you have told
Won't get you back the soul you've sold
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, always on the right
The mothers who listen send their kids to fight
In two foreign wars which you seem to delight
And the doves will be bled by the hawks you incite.
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, you're safe in your booth
And the lies that you cast some digest as the truth
One gets what they give but you get what you take
When things are their worst the more money you make
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, addicted to pills
And preaches to others about others ills
The more he's exposed the more he sedates
The calmer things are the more he gets irate
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
Al Franken is now U.S. Senator-elect from Minnesota
while Rush Limbaugh is BIGGER! FATTER! And more IDIOTIC!
while Rush Limbaugh is BIGGER! FATTER! And more IDIOTIC!
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
"... He's a fat conservative butthead, with the face of a horse's ass."
Cue up the song: Rush Limbaugh Sings "I'm A Nazi"
Cue up the song: Rush Limbaugh Sings "I'm A Nazi"
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Incredible Shrinking Republican Party
Republican Mental Midgets Threaten To Stampede
Republican Mental Midgets Threaten To Stampede
Monday, February 09, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
GOP: "We're the party of small [-minded] government and fiscal [ir]responsibility"
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Goodbye To Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Goodbye To Love" by The Carpenters)
Good riddance to the Failure-In-Chief and his disastrous 8-year Reign Of Error
Click HERE for MIDI music
We say goodbye to Shrub!
History won't spare him; truth, he can't deny.
Time and time again, this dunce named Shrub expressed defiance.
World loathes the Shrub and all his stupid bullsh*t.
His right dreams, the culprit.
Dubya Bush's time's up; he's unwanted and alone.
He always took the sleazy way; his pestilence has grown.
We say goodbye to Shrub!
Brought the world sorrow like a Frankenstein.
Rampant crime, abuse, and making enemies
Durin' his time, his endless errors and deceivin'
Led to his wars; something he's despised for.
Eight long years of Bush's lurching finally reached an end.
Looniness and empty slogans, mistakes he can't mend.
It's his way; the Shrub is rotten
As are his Republicans...
(guitar solo)
Bush despised as Fuhrer; it's no mystery at all.
He should be convicted; cheer misfortune at his fall.
Try him for war crimes or he won't see what he's done wrong.
Impeach now: Bush and his throng.
We say goodbye to Shrub...
We say goodbye to Shrub...
(guitar solo and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Goodbye To Love" by The Carpenters)
Good riddance to the Failure-In-Chief and his disastrous 8-year Reign Of Error
Click HERE for MIDI music
We say goodbye to Shrub!
History won't spare him; truth, he can't deny.
Time and time again, this dunce named Shrub expressed defiance.
World loathes the Shrub and all his stupid bullsh*t.
His right dreams, the culprit.
Dubya Bush's time's up; he's unwanted and alone.
He always took the sleazy way; his pestilence has grown.
We say goodbye to Shrub!
Brought the world sorrow like a Frankenstein.
Rampant crime, abuse, and making enemies
Durin' his time, his endless errors and deceivin'
Led to his wars; something he's despised for.
Eight long years of Bush's lurching finally reached an end.
Looniness and empty slogans, mistakes he can't mend.
It's his way; the Shrub is rotten
As are his Republicans...
(guitar solo)
Bush despised as Fuhrer; it's no mystery at all.
He should be convicted; cheer misfortune at his fall.
Try him for war crimes or he won't see what he's done wrong.
Impeach now: Bush and his throng.
We say goodbye to Shrub...
We say goodbye to Shrub...
(guitar solo and fade)
Monday, December 15, 2008
Lame Duck Bush Is A "Shoe-In" For Most Hated Person In Iraq
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/16/world/middleeast/16shoe.html?em
President Bush, on a surprise trip to Iraq and Afghanistan, got a taste of dissent at a Baghdad press event Sunday when an Iraqi journalist threw shoes at him, forcing him to duck.
Click HERE for the video.
Click HERE to play the game!
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/16/world/middleeast/16shoe.html?em
President Bush, on a surprise trip to Iraq and Afghanistan, got a taste of dissent at a Baghdad press event Sunday when an Iraqi journalist threw shoes at him, forcing him to duck.
Click HERE for the video.
Click HERE to play the game!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Crawford Bound
Written originally on October 17, 2002
Crawford Bound
(Sung to the tune of "Homeward Bound" by Simon & Garfunkel)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Shrub's sitting on a bad situation.
People picket the way he runs the nation...
His speech - no one understands.
He knows nothing 'bout foreign lands.
His photo-ops are neatly planned
He is not the one who's in command...
Crawford bound...
Wishes he was
Crawford bound...
Home... on his ranch escaping.
Home... where the crowds aren't braying.
Home... where the Shrub's creating
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
Everything Bush does just seems
To be a "threat" hatched by his team...
Imaginary enemies helped shut down our democracy
Through pre-arranged rogue agencies
To prop up Bush, who longs to be...
Crawford bound...
Wishes he was
Crawford bound...
Home... on his ranch escaping.
Home... where the crowds aren't braying.
Home... where the Shrub's creating
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
The right wing chants for war again.
Saddam is blamed, and condemned...
Shrub's tough words on Iraq must be
A shield for mediocrity.
His emptiness in policy
Just means he's inept as can be...
Crawford bound...
Wishes he was
Crawford bound...
Home... on his ranch escaping.
Home... where the crowds aren't braying.
Home... where the Shrub's creating
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
(instrumental ending)
Written originally on October 17, 2002
Crawford Bound
(Sung to the tune of "Homeward Bound" by Simon & Garfunkel)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Shrub's sitting on a bad situation.
People picket the way he runs the nation...
His speech - no one understands.
He knows nothing 'bout foreign lands.
His photo-ops are neatly planned
He is not the one who's in command...
Crawford bound...
Wishes he was
Crawford bound...
Home... on his ranch escaping.
Home... where the crowds aren't braying.
Home... where the Shrub's creating
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
Everything Bush does just seems
To be a "threat" hatched by his team...
Imaginary enemies helped shut down our democracy
Through pre-arranged rogue agencies
To prop up Bush, who longs to be...
Crawford bound...
Wishes he was
Crawford bound...
Home... on his ranch escaping.
Home... where the crowds aren't braying.
Home... where the Shrub's creating
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
The right wing chants for war again.
Saddam is blamed, and condemned...
Shrub's tough words on Iraq must be
A shield for mediocrity.
His emptiness in policy
Just means he's inept as can be...
Crawford bound...
Wishes he was
Crawford bound...
Home... on his ranch escaping.
Home... where the crowds aren't braying.
Home... where the Shrub's creating
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
Silence - lots of Z's (zzzzz)...
(instrumental ending)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah
(Sung to the tune of "Que Sera Sera" by Doris Day)
Dedicated to failed, utterly unqualified Vice Presidential Candidate Sarah Palin, who, after losing in a landslide, publicly persists in retaining her delusion that she may someday win the presidency of the United States for the moribund Republican Party
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Wanted our trust to run the world;
This hockey mother ran for V.P.
Thought she was witty;
"Folksy," her pitch.
Her side lost miserably.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
You never will be V.P.
The voters did not agree.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Though she messed up, she is still loved;
Her base's sweetheart - she'll be their head.
Losses were painful Election Day.
Most of the voters said:
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
You'll never be our V.P.
The voters did not agree.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Now she just rambles on her own.
Public, she bothers: "Please look at me!"
"President Palin," her fans now pitch.
End of the G.O.P.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
You never will be V.P.
The voters did not agree.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah!
(Sung to the tune of "Que Sera Sera" by Doris Day)
Dedicated to failed, utterly unqualified Vice Presidential Candidate Sarah Palin, who, after losing in a landslide, publicly persists in retaining her delusion that she may someday win the presidency of the United States for the moribund Republican Party
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Wanted our trust to run the world;
This hockey mother ran for V.P.
Thought she was witty;
"Folksy," her pitch.
Her side lost miserably.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
You never will be V.P.
The voters did not agree.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Though she messed up, she is still loved;
Her base's sweetheart - she'll be their head.
Losses were painful Election Day.
Most of the voters said:
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
You'll never be our V.P.
The voters did not agree.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Now she just rambles on her own.
Public, she bothers: "Please look at me!"
"President Palin," her fans now pitch.
End of the G.O.P.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
You never will be V.P.
The voters did not agree.
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah...
Nay, Sa-rah, Sa-rah!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Gov. Palin prank called, thinking it is President Sarkozy of France
Click HERE to listen to the recorded 7-minute phone call from The Masked Avengers, comedians from Montreal.
TRANSCRIPT
A transcript of a prank phone call between Quebec comedy duo "The Masked Avengers" and Alaska governor and Republican vice-presidential nominee Sarah Palin:
SARAH PALIN: This is Sarah.
MASKED AVENGERS: Ah, yeah, Gov. Palin.
PALIN: Hello.
AVENGERS: Just hold on for President Sarkozy, one moment.
PALIN: Oh, it's not him yet, they're saying. I always do that.
AVENGERS: Yes, hello, Gov. Palin.
PALIN: Hello, this is Sarah, how are you?
AVENGERS: Fine, and you? This is Nicolas Sarkozy speaking, how are you?
PALIN: Oh, it's so good to hear you. Thank you for calling us.
AVENGERS: Oh, it's a pleasure.
PALIN: Thank you sir, we have such great respect for you, John McCain and I. We love you and thank you for taking a few minutes to talk to me.
AVENGERS: I follow your campaigns closely with my special American adviser Johnny Hallyday, you know?
PALIN: Yes, good.
AVENGERS: Excellent. Are you confident?
PALIN: Very confident and we're thankful that polls are showing that the race is tightening and...
AVENGERS: Well I know very well that the campaign can be exhausting. How do you feel right now, my dear?
PALIN: I feel so good. I feel like we're in a marathon and at the very end of the marathon you get your second wind and you plow to the finish.
AVENGERS: You see, I got elected in France because I'm real and you seem to be someone who's real, as well.
PALIN: Yes, yeah. Nico, we so appreciate this opportunity.
AVENGERS: You know I see you as a president one day, too.
PALIN: Maybe in eight years.
AVENGERS: Well, I hope for you. You know, we have a lot in common because personally one of my favourite activities is to hunt, too.
PALIN: Oh, very good. We should go hunting together.
AVENGERS: Exactly, we could try go hunting by helicopter like you did. I never did that. Like we say in French, on pourrait tuer des bebe phoque s, aussi [translation: we can kill baby seals also].
PALIN: Well, I think we could have a lot of fun together while we're getting work done. We can kill two birds with one stone that way.
AVENGERS: I just love killing those animals. Mmm, mmm, take away life, that is so fun. I'd really love to go, so long as we don't bring along Vice-President Cheney.
PALIN: No, I'll be a careful shot, yes.
AVENGERS: Yes, you know we have a lot in common also, because except from my house, I can see Belgium. That's kind of less interesting than you.
PALIN: Well, see, we're right next door to different countries that we all need to be working with, yes.
AVENGERS: Some people said in the last days and I thought that was mean that you weren't experienced enough in foreign relations and you know that's completely false. That's the thing that I said to my great friend, the prime minister of Canada, Stef Carse. [Palin doesn't seem to know that the Prime Minister of Canada is Stephen Harper]
PALIN: Well, he's doing fine, too, and yeah, when you come into a position underestimated it gives you an opportunity to prove the pundits and the critics wrong. You work that much harder.
AVENGERS: I was wondering because you are so next to him, one of my good friends, the prime minister of Quebec, Mr. Richard Z. Sirois, have you met him recently? Did he come to one of your rallies?
PALIN: I haven't seen him at one of the rallies, but it's been great working with the Canadian officials. I know as governor we have a great co-operative effort there as we work on all of our resource-development projects. You know, I look forward to working with you and getting to meet you personally and your beautiful wife. Oh my goodness, you've added a lot of energy to your country with that beautiful family of yours.
AVENGERS: Thank you very much. You know my wife Carla would love to meet you, even though you know she was a bit jealous that I was supposed to speak to you today.
PALIN: Well, give her a big hug for me.
AVENGERS: You know my wife is a popular singer and a former top model and she's so hot in bed. She even wrote a song for you.
PALIN: Oh my goodness, I didn't know that.
AVENGERS: Yes, in French it's called De Rouge a levre sur un cochon [translation: lipstick on a pig], or if you prefer in English, Joe the Plumber...it's his life, Joe the Plumber.
PALIN: Maybe she understands some of the unfair criticism, but I bet you she is such a hard worker, too, and she realizes you just plow through that criticism.
AVENGERS: I just want to be sure. That phenomenon Joe the Plumber. That's not your husband, right?
PALIN: That's not my husband but he's a normal American who just works hard and doesn't want government to take his money.
AVENGERS: Yes, yes, I understand we have the equivalent of Joe the Plumber in France. It's called Marcel, the guy with bread under his armpit.
PALIN: Right, that's what it's all about, the middle class and government needing to work for them. You're a very good example for us here.
AVENGERS: I see a bit about NBC, even Fox News wasn't an ally as much as usual.
PALIN: Yeah, that's what we're up against.
AVENGERS: Gov. Palin, I love the documentary they made on your life. You know Hustler's "Nailin' Paylin?" [Clueless Gov. Palin does not recognize that "President Sarkozy" is talking about a porno movie parody]
PALIN: Ohh, good, thank you, yes.
AVENGERS: That was really "edgy."
PALIN: Well, good.
AVENGERS: I really loved you and I must say something also, governor, you've been pranked by the Masked Avengers. We are two comedians from Montreal.
PALIN: Ohhh... have we been pranked?! And what radio station is this?
AVENGERS: CKOI in Montreal.
PALIN: In Montreal? Tell me the radio station call letters.
AVENGERS: CK...hello? If one voice can change the world for Obama, one Viagra can change it for McCain.
[Barely audible from governor's mansion in the background]: ... That's a radio station in France.
PALIN'S AIDE: I'm sorry, I'm going to have to let you go.
AVENGERS: Yeah! Woo-hoo!
Interview With The Masked Avengers And How They Fooled Gov. Palin
Click HERE to listen to the recorded 7-minute phone call from The Masked Avengers, comedians from Montreal.
TRANSCRIPT
A transcript of a prank phone call between Quebec comedy duo "The Masked Avengers" and Alaska governor and Republican vice-presidential nominee Sarah Palin:
SARAH PALIN: This is Sarah.
MASKED AVENGERS: Ah, yeah, Gov. Palin.
PALIN: Hello.
AVENGERS: Just hold on for President Sarkozy, one moment.
PALIN: Oh, it's not him yet, they're saying. I always do that.
AVENGERS: Yes, hello, Gov. Palin.
PALIN: Hello, this is Sarah, how are you?
AVENGERS: Fine, and you? This is Nicolas Sarkozy speaking, how are you?
PALIN: Oh, it's so good to hear you. Thank you for calling us.
AVENGERS: Oh, it's a pleasure.
PALIN: Thank you sir, we have such great respect for you, John McCain and I. We love you and thank you for taking a few minutes to talk to me.
AVENGERS: I follow your campaigns closely with my special American adviser Johnny Hallyday, you know?
PALIN: Yes, good.
AVENGERS: Excellent. Are you confident?
PALIN: Very confident and we're thankful that polls are showing that the race is tightening and...
AVENGERS: Well I know very well that the campaign can be exhausting. How do you feel right now, my dear?
PALIN: I feel so good. I feel like we're in a marathon and at the very end of the marathon you get your second wind and you plow to the finish.
AVENGERS: You see, I got elected in France because I'm real and you seem to be someone who's real, as well.
PALIN: Yes, yeah. Nico, we so appreciate this opportunity.
AVENGERS: You know I see you as a president one day, too.
PALIN: Maybe in eight years.
AVENGERS: Well, I hope for you. You know, we have a lot in common because personally one of my favourite activities is to hunt, too.
PALIN: Oh, very good. We should go hunting together.
AVENGERS: Exactly, we could try go hunting by helicopter like you did. I never did that. Like we say in French, on pourrait tuer des bebe phoque s, aussi [translation: we can kill baby seals also].
PALIN: Well, I think we could have a lot of fun together while we're getting work done. We can kill two birds with one stone that way.
AVENGERS: I just love killing those animals. Mmm, mmm, take away life, that is so fun. I'd really love to go, so long as we don't bring along Vice-President Cheney.
PALIN: No, I'll be a careful shot, yes.
AVENGERS: Yes, you know we have a lot in common also, because except from my house, I can see Belgium. That's kind of less interesting than you.
PALIN: Well, see, we're right next door to different countries that we all need to be working with, yes.
AVENGERS: Some people said in the last days and I thought that was mean that you weren't experienced enough in foreign relations and you know that's completely false. That's the thing that I said to my great friend, the prime minister of Canada, Stef Carse. [Palin doesn't seem to know that the Prime Minister of Canada is Stephen Harper]
PALIN: Well, he's doing fine, too, and yeah, when you come into a position underestimated it gives you an opportunity to prove the pundits and the critics wrong. You work that much harder.
AVENGERS: I was wondering because you are so next to him, one of my good friends, the prime minister of Quebec, Mr. Richard Z. Sirois, have you met him recently? Did he come to one of your rallies?
PALIN: I haven't seen him at one of the rallies, but it's been great working with the Canadian officials. I know as governor we have a great co-operative effort there as we work on all of our resource-development projects. You know, I look forward to working with you and getting to meet you personally and your beautiful wife. Oh my goodness, you've added a lot of energy to your country with that beautiful family of yours.
AVENGERS: Thank you very much. You know my wife Carla would love to meet you, even though you know she was a bit jealous that I was supposed to speak to you today.
PALIN: Well, give her a big hug for me.
AVENGERS: You know my wife is a popular singer and a former top model and she's so hot in bed. She even wrote a song for you.
PALIN: Oh my goodness, I didn't know that.
AVENGERS: Yes, in French it's called De Rouge a levre sur un cochon [translation: lipstick on a pig], or if you prefer in English, Joe the Plumber...it's his life, Joe the Plumber.
PALIN: Maybe she understands some of the unfair criticism, but I bet you she is such a hard worker, too, and she realizes you just plow through that criticism.
AVENGERS: I just want to be sure. That phenomenon Joe the Plumber. That's not your husband, right?
PALIN: That's not my husband but he's a normal American who just works hard and doesn't want government to take his money.
AVENGERS: Yes, yes, I understand we have the equivalent of Joe the Plumber in France. It's called Marcel, the guy with bread under his armpit.
PALIN: Right, that's what it's all about, the middle class and government needing to work for them. You're a very good example for us here.
AVENGERS: I see a bit about NBC, even Fox News wasn't an ally as much as usual.
PALIN: Yeah, that's what we're up against.
AVENGERS: Gov. Palin, I love the documentary they made on your life. You know Hustler's "Nailin' Paylin?" [Clueless Gov. Palin does not recognize that "President Sarkozy" is talking about a porno movie parody]
PALIN: Ohh, good, thank you, yes.
AVENGERS: That was really "edgy."
PALIN: Well, good.
AVENGERS: I really loved you and I must say something also, governor, you've been pranked by the Masked Avengers. We are two comedians from Montreal.
PALIN: Ohhh... have we been pranked?! And what radio station is this?
AVENGERS: CKOI in Montreal.
PALIN: In Montreal? Tell me the radio station call letters.
AVENGERS: CK...hello? If one voice can change the world for Obama, one Viagra can change it for McCain.
[Barely audible from governor's mansion in the background]: ... That's a radio station in France.
PALIN'S AIDE: I'm sorry, I'm going to have to let you go.
AVENGERS: Yeah! Woo-hoo!
Interview With The Masked Avengers And How They Fooled Gov. Palin
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Michele Bachmann (R-MN)
In your heart, she knows she's right.
In your guts, you know she's nuts.
In your heart, she knows she's right.
In your guts, you know she's nuts.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
"... "You probably heard that John McCain suspended his presidential campaign yesterday to focus on the financial crises. You had to kind of expect that this might happen. For a man of his age, it's very difficult to maintain an election." –Jimmy Kimmel
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Gone Broke - Throw Us A Line
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by financially and morally bankrupt Wall Street bankers, pleading with Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson (former CEO of bankrupt Goldman Sachs) for a $700 billion "blank check" government welfare bailout to cover their losses
{Refrain}
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
We're... whom you love... old friend, Henry.
Keep arrranging... keep us from bankruptcy.
You've been our boy, and you really felt our pain, when our profits bled.
We stand to lose, and pay the price of greed,
So, bail us out instead, because we've
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Hear... what we say... as our problems pile.
Bankruptcy we're spurning; save us from cash denial.
We've spread 'round the world (who didn't have a clue): mortgage-junk surprise.
Say whatever sells, or else, we're through.
Save us from pryin' eyes; because we've
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
(instrumental break)
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by financially and morally bankrupt Wall Street bankers, pleading with Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson (former CEO of bankrupt Goldman Sachs) for a $700 billion "blank check" government welfare bailout to cover their losses
{Refrain}
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
We're... whom you love... old friend, Henry.
Keep arrranging... keep us from bankruptcy.
You've been our boy, and you really felt our pain, when our profits bled.
We stand to lose, and pay the price of greed,
So, bail us out instead, because we've
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Hear... what we say... as our problems pile.
Bankruptcy we're spurning; save us from cash denial.
We've spread 'round the world (who didn't have a clue): mortgage-junk surprise.
Say whatever sells, or else, we're through.
Save us from pryin' eyes; because we've
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
(instrumental break)
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Gone broke - throw us a line; believe us, gone broke - throw us a line.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
Waitin' for a bailout from ol' sweet Henry;
Hoping that we're bailed out on time.
We're goin' down; it's a bad situation; gone broke - throw us a line.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Monday, September 15, 2008
We Will Pay Dearly If McCain's Enthroned
(Sung to the tune of "I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash)
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(instrumental intro)
We will pay dearly if McCain's enthroned.
He'd remove all obstacles in his way.
Palin will draw the crowds who will vote blind.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
McCain will just fake it now, as Palin's pawn.
Hoping his bad polling has disappeared.
Sitting on scandals brayin' at their door.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
(Bridge:)
Dumb all-around, this G.O.P. crew lies...
Truth, they must shred; nothing but moose pies*...
We will pay dearly if McCain's enthroned.
He'd remove all obstacles in his way.
Palin will draw the crowds who will vote blind.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
(Repeat refrain and fade):
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
(Moose pies = Alaskan bull sh*t)
(Sung to the tune of "I Can See Clearly Now" by Johnny Nash)
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(instrumental intro)
We will pay dearly if McCain's enthroned.
He'd remove all obstacles in his way.
Palin will draw the crowds who will vote blind.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
McCain will just fake it now, as Palin's pawn.
Hoping his bad polling has disappeared.
Sitting on scandals brayin' at their door.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
(Bridge:)
Dumb all-around, this G.O.P. crew lies...
Truth, they must shred; nothing but moose pies*...
We will pay dearly if McCain's enthroned.
He'd remove all obstacles in his way.
Palin will draw the crowds who will vote blind.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
(Repeat refrain and fade):
Woo the Religious Right (Right)... Right (Right)... Election Day.
(Moose pies = Alaskan bull sh*t)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Sarah's Vile
(Sung to the tune of "Sara Smile" by Daryl Hall & John Oates)
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(instrumental intro)
Without care, she's telling lies.
Drafted by McCain to woo the Right.
Trojan Moose, we see, Palin's skating...
From the sunlight.
Scandals unfold, unseemly.
Haven't got much to run upon, so they lie, coldly.
This rube, for Veep? No, never!
Sarah's... vile!
Corruption piles up, we see...
What is she concealing? We all want to know.
Or Election Day can end in sorrow.
For the presidency, let's show
All you got to do is say, "NO!"
Scandals unfold, unseemly.
Haven't got much to run upon, so they lie, coldly.
This rube, for Veep? No, never!
Sarah's... vile!
Corruption piles up, we see...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Sara Smile" by Daryl Hall & John Oates)
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(instrumental intro)
Without care, she's telling lies.
Drafted by McCain to woo the Right.
Trojan Moose, we see, Palin's skating...
From the sunlight.
Scandals unfold, unseemly.
Haven't got much to run upon, so they lie, coldly.
This rube, for Veep? No, never!
Sarah's... vile!
Corruption piles up, we see...
What is she concealing? We all want to know.
Or Election Day can end in sorrow.
For the presidency, let's show
All you got to do is say, "NO!"
Scandals unfold, unseemly.
Haven't got much to run upon, so they lie, coldly.
This rube, for Veep? No, never!
Sarah's... vile!
Corruption piles up, we see...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
He's Still The One
Sung to the tune of "Still The One" by Orleans
by Judy Morrow
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McCain’s been here since way back when
But Dems, we never want to see him again
‘Cause you should all know, after all these years,
He’s still the one who’ll play into all our fears
He’s still the one (wacky cranky and mad)
Still the one (he’s flip flopping bad)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
On TV, we see him ev’ry day
A cynic, new ideas he pushes away
When it comes to Iraq, never wants us to leave
Tax cuts first were bad, now he firmly believes
He’s still the one (says "economy's strong")
Still the one (who has it all wrong)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
(instrumental break)
He’s still the one (says hope is all wrong)
Still the one (yet Obama is strong)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
Changing our world, for him is wrong
Though our country‘s thirst for it is strong
He’s still the one (an angry grouch)
Still the one (yes he’s way outta touch)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
He’s still the one (whose positions get switched)
Still the one (whose own party has dissed)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
He’s still the one (at clouds he does shout)
Still the one (old man, turn about)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
Sung to the tune of "Still The One" by Orleans
by Judy Morrow
Click HERE for MIDI music
McCain’s been here since way back when
But Dems, we never want to see him again
‘Cause you should all know, after all these years,
He’s still the one who’ll play into all our fears
He’s still the one (wacky cranky and mad)
Still the one (he’s flip flopping bad)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
On TV, we see him ev’ry day
A cynic, new ideas he pushes away
When it comes to Iraq, never wants us to leave
Tax cuts first were bad, now he firmly believes
He’s still the one (says "economy's strong")
Still the one (who has it all wrong)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
(instrumental break)
He’s still the one (says hope is all wrong)
Still the one (yet Obama is strong)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
Changing our world, for him is wrong
Though our country‘s thirst for it is strong
He’s still the one (an angry grouch)
Still the one (yes he’s way outta touch)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
He’s still the one (whose positions get switched)
Still the one (whose own party has dissed)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
He’s still the one (at clouds he does shout)
Still the one (old man, turn about)
George Bush’s third term,
Yep, he’s still the one
Friday, August 01, 2008
How does Dick Cheney get away with lying about torture? You know the drill...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Dummy With Nothing
(Sung to the tune of "Money From Nothing" by Dire Straits)
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(instrumental intro)
We want... we want George Bush impeached...
We want... we want George Bush impeached...
(long drum break - lead guitar intro)
Look at that dodo; that's the way he'll screw it.
Bush plays the dumb czar who goes on TV.
Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Dummy with nothing, but his hicks don't see.
No, Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Lemme tell you, Bush fans are dumb.
Hurricane Katrina? Didn't lift his finger.
Waits until New Orleans drowns, then he comes.
Supreme Court installed Emperor Dubya.
Bush's mission brought world mis-er-y-y-y.
Gather more proof for the prosecutors.
Impeach this kook on public TV...
Is Bush still braggin' 'bout his warring and his tax cuts?
Bush bombed, without a care.
Is Bush still braggin' 'bout his wars, so blood-stained.
Still on his wagon are his millionaires.
Supreme Court installed Emperor Dubya.
Bush's mission brought world mis-er-y-y-y.
Gather more proof for the prosecutors.
Impeach this kook on public TV...
(instrumental break)
We all got burned by Bush playing Big Czar.
He all got burned by dunce, so dumb.
Crooked, like Papa; Shrub's not too good in front of cameras.
Massive damage he's done.
He supported fat cats; made all right wing choices.
The world press portrays him as a chimpanzee.
Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Dummy with nothing, but his hicks don't see.
No, Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Bush plays the dumb czar who goes on TV.
Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Dummy with nothing, but his hicks don't see.
Dummy with nothing...
Hicks don't see...
(fade)
"... and now, a word from our PEZ - er, pRez..."
(Sung to the tune of "Money From Nothing" by Dire Straits)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
We want... we want George Bush impeached...
We want... we want George Bush impeached...
(long drum break - lead guitar intro)
Look at that dodo; that's the way he'll screw it.
Bush plays the dumb czar who goes on TV.
Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Dummy with nothing, but his hicks don't see.
No, Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Lemme tell you, Bush fans are dumb.
Hurricane Katrina? Didn't lift his finger.
Waits until New Orleans drowns, then he comes.
Supreme Court installed Emperor Dubya.
Bush's mission brought world mis-er-y-y-y.
Gather more proof for the prosecutors.
Impeach this kook on public TV...
Is Bush still braggin' 'bout his warring and his tax cuts?
Bush bombed, without a care.
Is Bush still braggin' 'bout his wars, so blood-stained.
Still on his wagon are his millionaires.
Supreme Court installed Emperor Dubya.
Bush's mission brought world mis-er-y-y-y.
Gather more proof for the prosecutors.
Impeach this kook on public TV...
(instrumental break)
We all got burned by Bush playing Big Czar.
He all got burned by dunce, so dumb.
Crooked, like Papa; Shrub's not too good in front of cameras.
Massive damage he's done.
He supported fat cats; made all right wing choices.
The world press portrays him as a chimpanzee.
Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Dummy with nothing, but his hicks don't see.
No, Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Bush plays the dumb czar who goes on TV.
Bush ain't workin' - that's the way he'll screw it.
Dummy with nothing, but his hicks don't see.
Dummy with nothing...
Hicks don't see...
(fade)
"... and now, a word from our PEZ - er, pRez..."
Faker Bush, Depart
(Sung to the tune of "Achy Breaky Heart" by Billy Ray Cyrus)
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(instrumental intro)
Held hostage is the world; new war rumors now swirl.
That's why we can't wait 'til Bush is gone.
More enemies, not friends; just what a fool's he's been.
Iraq is broken by the Bush war zone.
Bush can do more harm, with few more months to go.
To stave off defeat in all his wars.
Poor Condi's in a snit; coverin' up his sh*t.
Bad news is comin' out 'bout oil whores.
Go tell Bush, "Depart!
You faker, Bush - depart!
You just can't think nor understand.
Just go to hell - depart!
You, faker, Bush - depart!"
Congress, wise up; impeach this man!
(instrumental break)
Compared to Bush's Paw, the Shrub's the worst we saw;
An unelected fraud who got his way.
Helped by his brother Jeb, when Dubya's votes had ebbed.
Supreme Court overruled Election Day.
Bush cronies who are sleaze, do anything they please;
With billions that they've stolen, got away.
While Bush just tells more lies, programmed into his mind.
Can't wait to throw him out and make him pay.
Go tell Bush, "Depart!
You faker, Bush - depart!
You just can't think nor understand.
Just go to hell - depart!
You, faker, Bush - depart!"
Congress, wise up; impeach this man!
Go tell Bush, "Depart!
You faker, Bush - depart!
You just can't think nor understand.
Just go to hell - depart!
You, faker, Bush - depart!"
Congress, wise up; impeach this man!
(Sung to the tune of "Achy Breaky Heart" by Billy Ray Cyrus)
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(instrumental intro)
Held hostage is the world; new war rumors now swirl.
That's why we can't wait 'til Bush is gone.
More enemies, not friends; just what a fool's he's been.
Iraq is broken by the Bush war zone.
Bush can do more harm, with few more months to go.
To stave off defeat in all his wars.
Poor Condi's in a snit; coverin' up his sh*t.
Bad news is comin' out 'bout oil whores.
Go tell Bush, "Depart!
You faker, Bush - depart!
You just can't think nor understand.
Just go to hell - depart!
You, faker, Bush - depart!"
Congress, wise up; impeach this man!
(instrumental break)
Compared to Bush's Paw, the Shrub's the worst we saw;
An unelected fraud who got his way.
Helped by his brother Jeb, when Dubya's votes had ebbed.
Supreme Court overruled Election Day.
Bush cronies who are sleaze, do anything they please;
With billions that they've stolen, got away.
While Bush just tells more lies, programmed into his mind.
Can't wait to throw him out and make him pay.
Go tell Bush, "Depart!
You faker, Bush - depart!
You just can't think nor understand.
Just go to hell - depart!
You, faker, Bush - depart!"
Congress, wise up; impeach this man!
Go tell Bush, "Depart!
You faker, Bush - depart!
You just can't think nor understand.
Just go to hell - depart!
You, faker, Bush - depart!"
Congress, wise up; impeach this man!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
He's An Ancient Man
(Sung to the tune of "Secret Agent Man" by Johnny Rivers)
Just what this country needs for our next president... NOT! A 72-year old warmonger Bush-clone named John McCain
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(instrumental intro)
Who's the man who'd put us all in danger?
He's Arizona's version, Texas Ranger.
With every move, he aches.
Bad health, the chance he takes.
Odds are we won't live to see tomorrow.
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
The wars that he embraces shows he's blind
McCain embraces Bush's evil mind.
Not too careful of who he'd slay.
On Iran, it's bombs away.
Odds are we won't live to see tomorrow.
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
(lead guitar solo)
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
Clingin' to an ancient era, one way.
Said we're stayin' in Iraq forever, his way.
The world had seen his Baghdad trip.
So unhinged that his mind could flip.
The odds are we won't live to see tomorrow.
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
He's an ancient man.
(Sung to the tune of "Secret Agent Man" by Johnny Rivers)
Just what this country needs for our next president... NOT! A 72-year old warmonger Bush-clone named John McCain
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(instrumental intro)
Who's the man who'd put us all in danger?
He's Arizona's version, Texas Ranger.
With every move, he aches.
Bad health, the chance he takes.
Odds are we won't live to see tomorrow.
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
The wars that he embraces shows he's blind
McCain embraces Bush's evil mind.
Not too careful of who he'd slay.
On Iran, it's bombs away.
Odds are we won't live to see tomorrow.
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
(lead guitar solo)
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
Clingin' to an ancient era, one way.
Said we're stayin' in Iraq forever, his way.
The world had seen his Baghdad trip.
So unhinged that his mind could flip.
The odds are we won't live to see tomorrow.
He's an... ancient man.
He's an... ancient man.
Who's worse than the Bush the Dumber?
The mistaken John McCain.
He's an ancient man.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Fool Of A King, It's Over
(Sung to the tune of "Fool, If You Think It's Over" by Chris Rea)
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Bush's reign... its end, our gain.
Fool named Shrub; George W.
Bush taking flak; his regime's gone off-track.
The right wing cheers.... Shrub's eight long years.
The stains on his regime; unreal, his right wing dreams.
Our troops dyin' every day...
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...
The Bush regime... has a power-grab scheme.
We mock his crown... and what he'll say.
For Bush's pride, so many thousands died.
He ruled through fear, for eight long years.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...
Torture is the worst war crime.
Dubya is Dick Cheney's mime.
Troops are dyin' every day,
Iraq war zone.
Warmonger dunce should go away.
We laugh at you and say:
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...
(Sung to the tune of "Fool, If You Think It's Over" by Chris Rea)
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Bush's reign... its end, our gain.
Fool named Shrub; George W.
Bush taking flak; his regime's gone off-track.
The right wing cheers.... Shrub's eight long years.
The stains on his regime; unreal, his right wing dreams.
Our troops dyin' every day...
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...
The Bush regime... has a power-grab scheme.
We mock his crown... and what he'll say.
For Bush's pride, so many thousands died.
He ruled through fear, for eight long years.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...
Torture is the worst war crime.
Dubya is Dick Cheney's mime.
Troops are dyin' every day,
Iraq war zone.
Warmonger dunce should go away.
We laugh at you and say:
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...
Bush & His Looney Bunch Are Right Wing Nuts
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" by Monty Python)
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Conspired with Tony Blair, to make war without care;
Fool and a madman, spouting lies to boost his scare...
Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts;
Ruled for eight long years, now they must go!
Big ones, small ones, lies are all we were fed.
World is pissed; let's have him dismissed.
Thousands in Iraq dead.
Yes, Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts.
War was waged and cronies were made rich.
Bush taking life, perpetuating strife.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
World wants him gone, world wants him gone.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
(instrumental)
Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts;
Ruled for eight long years, now they must go!
Big ones, small ones, lies are all we were fed.
World is pissed; let's have him dismissed.
Thousands in Iraq dead.
Yes, Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts.
War was waged and cronies were made rich.
Bush taking life, perpetuating strife.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
World wants him gone, world wants him gone.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" by Monty Python)
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Conspired with Tony Blair, to make war without care;
Fool and a madman, spouting lies to boost his scare...
Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts;
Ruled for eight long years, now they must go!
Big ones, small ones, lies are all we were fed.
World is pissed; let's have him dismissed.
Thousands in Iraq dead.
Yes, Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts.
War was waged and cronies were made rich.
Bush taking life, perpetuating strife.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
World wants him gone, world wants him gone.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
(instrumental)
Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts;
Ruled for eight long years, now they must go!
Big ones, small ones, lies are all we were fed.
World is pissed; let's have him dismissed.
Thousands in Iraq dead.
Yes, Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts.
War was waged and cronies were made rich.
Bush taking life, perpetuating strife.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
World wants him gone, world wants him gone.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Ain't Nothing Like A Real King
(Sung to the tune of "Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing" by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell)
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Ain't nothing like a real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king.
Ain't nothing like the real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king
Bush looks for "victory"... braggin' 'bout his war.
He can't see; so dumb is he; to him, war's a game.
Can't criticize him, 'cause a "victor" is not to blame.
Things are no bettter, and it's quite clear
Bush is using... power he's abusing; still spreading fear.
Cheney's voice whispering in his ear.
Ain't nothing like the real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king
Bush plays his game, a fantasy.
He pretends... that he can shape reality.
He's seeking shelter; bubble of comfort, see?
The world's found who's to blame: Bush, his name.
The Putz must really be nuts to think things are better.
Has no brains, justfeathers.
We've got bad memories to look back on.
We need much help; sack Bush's trhone.
We're well aware nothing can take the place of winning fair.
So mad and rotten; Bush King's crazy.
So mad and rotten, Bush King.
Ain't nothing like a real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like a real king.
(Sung to the tune of "Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing" by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell)
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Ain't nothing like a real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king.
Ain't nothing like the real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king
Bush looks for "victory"... braggin' 'bout his war.
He can't see; so dumb is he; to him, war's a game.
Can't criticize him, 'cause a "victor" is not to blame.
Things are no bettter, and it's quite clear
Bush is using... power he's abusing; still spreading fear.
Cheney's voice whispering in his ear.
Ain't nothing like the real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king
Bush plays his game, a fantasy.
He pretends... that he can shape reality.
He's seeking shelter; bubble of comfort, see?
The world's found who's to blame: Bush, his name.
The Putz must really be nuts to think things are better.
Has no brains, justfeathers.
We've got bad memories to look back on.
We need much help; sack Bush's trhone.
We're well aware nothing can take the place of winning fair.
So mad and rotten; Bush King's crazy.
So mad and rotten, Bush King.
Ain't nothing like a real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like a real king.
Bullsh*t And Spin
(Sung to the tune of "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush sold... his... lies...
Fooled us for the moment, and his moment's gone.
His... war... schemes... made him much despised; he's an atrocity.
Bull... sh*t and spin... got his war through bullsh*t and spin.
Bush's throng... cheerleaded for slaughter and for endless greed.
Bush's coup... stumbled all around, ignoring those with need.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
(instrumental break)
Still hangs on... Bush wants war forever, owning Earth and sky.
He's slip and pay... and Bush's money won't restore the ones who die.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
(instrumental fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas)
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Bush sold... his... lies...
Fooled us for the moment, and his moment's gone.
His... war... schemes... made him much despised; he's an atrocity.
Bull... sh*t and spin... got his war through bullsh*t and spin.
Bush's throng... cheerleaded for slaughter and for endless greed.
Bush's coup... stumbled all around, ignoring those with need.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
(instrumental break)
Still hangs on... Bush wants war forever, owning Earth and sky.
He's slip and pay... and Bush's money won't restore the ones who die.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
(instrumental fade)
Neocon Morons
(Sung to the tune of "Honky Tonk Woman" by The Rolling Stones)
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(instrumental intro)
They've got a booze-soaked "war-time" king with hubris...
Who tries to start more wars, while thousands died.
Fanatic neocons that Bush made bolder...
Smash their right-wing schemes; we think they've lost their minds.
They're the ne-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
The Twin Towers fell one day in New York City.
We're told to shut up, while Bush moved to fight.
Who said Iraqis would greet us with roses?
The path Bush chose was war, which rules his mind.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
(Sung to the tune of "Honky Tonk Woman" by The Rolling Stones)
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(instrumental intro)
They've got a booze-soaked "war-time" king with hubris...
Who tries to start more wars, while thousands died.
Fanatic neocons that Bush made bolder...
Smash their right-wing schemes; we think they've lost their minds.
They're the ne-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
The Twin Towers fell one day in New York City.
We're told to shut up, while Bush moved to fight.
Who said Iraqis would greet us with roses?
The path Bush chose was war, which rules his mind.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Dubya's Hit A Brand New Snag
(Sung to the tune of "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag" by James Brown)
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He gets blistered... Dubya's in a sling.
Polls have slipped... how that dumb fool feeds hate.
Permanent sag...
Dubya's hit a brand new snag (guitar riff)
So where's Osama? Shrub's war, a crazy scheme.
War does he fancy... but his mind can't hold a theme.
Permanent sag...
Dubya's hit a brand new snag (guitar riff)
Who's doing Shrub's work?
Our troops, who die.
Bush playing "Chief" and "Commander Guy"
He's Shrub the Monkey...
Sir Cash Tornado...
Don't-Know Jack...
Terminator-And-Darth Vader.
No, Dubya... is doin' no work.
Dubya... is doin' no work.
His ignorant bliss... hit and miss...
The Commander Guy... said stay and fight.
This king... and his neocon gang
Will be gone.
Hey, hey!... soon gone...
Hey, hey!... the far right... lost the fight.
Bush gone! Hey! Hey!
(Sung to the tune of "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag" by James Brown)
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He gets blistered... Dubya's in a sling.
Polls have slipped... how that dumb fool feeds hate.
Permanent sag...
Dubya's hit a brand new snag (guitar riff)
So where's Osama? Shrub's war, a crazy scheme.
War does he fancy... but his mind can't hold a theme.
Permanent sag...
Dubya's hit a brand new snag (guitar riff)
Who's doing Shrub's work?
Our troops, who die.
Bush playing "Chief" and "Commander Guy"
He's Shrub the Monkey...
Sir Cash Tornado...
Don't-Know Jack...
Terminator-And-Darth Vader.
No, Dubya... is doin' no work.
Dubya... is doin' no work.
His ignorant bliss... hit and miss...
The Commander Guy... said stay and fight.
This king... and his neocon gang
Will be gone.
Hey, hey!... soon gone...
Hey, hey!... the far right... lost the fight.
Bush gone! Hey! Hey!
Monday, June 09, 2008
Shrub's Dumb As A Rock
(Sung to the tune of "Loves Me Like A Rock" by Paul Simon)
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When he was a little boy (when Shrub was just a boy)
And his Daddy would call his name (when Shrub was just a boy)
He'd say, "Now, W. - do better at your schooling (when Shrub was just a boy)
Was a sadist as a boy (when Shrub was just a boy)
Shrub and looneys of the Right conspire
Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.
He seized the throne, but has no plan (throne, but had no plan)
Bush the Devil played his war game
His right wing voodoo... voodoo, no one he's fooling.
He's the world's most hated man
Starting wars for "world security"
Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.
Bush the Dunce as pResident (dunce is president)
Lowest in history is his name (dunce is president)
His right wing voodoo... voodoo, no one's he's fooling
Office of President, he'd steal
Does he look Presidential? No, he's dumb
Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock, Bush Baby...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
(repeat final refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Loves Me Like A Rock" by Paul Simon)
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When he was a little boy (when Shrub was just a boy)
And his Daddy would call his name (when Shrub was just a boy)
He'd say, "Now, W. - do better at your schooling (when Shrub was just a boy)
Was a sadist as a boy (when Shrub was just a boy)
Shrub and looneys of the Right conspire
Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.
He seized the throne, but has no plan (throne, but had no plan)
Bush the Devil played his war game
His right wing voodoo... voodoo, no one he's fooling.
He's the world's most hated man
Starting wars for "world security"
Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.
Bush the Dunce as pResident (dunce is president)
Lowest in history is his name (dunce is president)
His right wing voodoo... voodoo, no one's he's fooling
Office of President, he'd steal
Does he look Presidential? No, he's dumb
Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock, Bush Baby...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
(repeat final refrain and fade)
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Shrub Is Through
(Sung to the tune of "Waterloo" by ABBA)
Good riddance to the worst president in American history
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(instrumental intro)
Bye, bye!
His reign's soon through, and power, Bush must surrender.
Oh, yeah!
Historians gut his "legacy" in quite a similar way.
In history, crooks deserve hell.
George Bush, let's impeach and expel!
Shrub is through!
His plans defeated for endless war.
Shrub is through!
Promise to loathe you forever more.
Shrub is through!
Bush has laid waste, like a wrecking crew.
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Bye, bye!
World tried to stop attack on weak by stronger.
Oh, yeah!
And now it seems Shrub's only chance is to leave and take flight.
Bush seized so much power to abuse.
To him, rights and the law have no use.
Bush seized so much power to abuse.
To him, rights and the law have no use.
Shrub is through!
His plans defeated for endless war.
Shrub is through!
Promise to loathe you forever more.
Shrub is through!
Bush has laid waste, like a wrecking crew.
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Waterloo" by ABBA)
Good riddance to the worst president in American history
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(instrumental intro)
Bye, bye!
His reign's soon through, and power, Bush must surrender.
Oh, yeah!
Historians gut his "legacy" in quite a similar way.
In history, crooks deserve hell.
George Bush, let's impeach and expel!
Shrub is through!
His plans defeated for endless war.
Shrub is through!
Promise to loathe you forever more.
Shrub is through!
Bush has laid waste, like a wrecking crew.
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Bye, bye!
World tried to stop attack on weak by stronger.
Oh, yeah!
And now it seems Shrub's only chance is to leave and take flight.
Bush seized so much power to abuse.
To him, rights and the law have no use.
Bush seized so much power to abuse.
To him, rights and the law have no use.
Shrub is through!
His plans defeated for endless war.
Shrub is through!
Promise to loathe you forever more.
Shrub is through!
Bush has laid waste, like a wrecking crew.
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Through
(Sung to the tune of "True" by Spandau Ballet)
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Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub's... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...
Shrub's through... carried by his teams.
Partners in crime, for world domination dreams.
His cronies steal; Bush made it so.
Bush is unsound, and it shows.
Bush is unsound...
Bush brought a pox upon the world.
He wants to attack again.
Bush doesn't make it hard to write the next line.
Bush won't want the truth to be said.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...
Power to kill, in his head; but still tied is his tongue.
Unsolved, his messes; Bush just spun.
Listening to Cheney, all along.
Bush still unsound, and it shows.
Bush still unsound...
Power's slipping from his hands...
In eight months time, he'll be gone.
Fakes who'd seize such power; let's fight them next time.
Yes, we want the truth to be known.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...
Bush brought a pox upon the world.
He wants to attack again.
Bush doesn't make it hard to write the next line.
Bush want the the truth to be said.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub is...
Through...
(instrumental break)
The Shrub is through, soon.
The Shrub is through, soon.
We know that... Shrub is... through
(repeat final refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "True" by Spandau Ballet)
Click HERE for MIDI music
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub's... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...
Shrub's through... carried by his teams.
Partners in crime, for world domination dreams.
His cronies steal; Bush made it so.
Bush is unsound, and it shows.
Bush is unsound...
Bush brought a pox upon the world.
He wants to attack again.
Bush doesn't make it hard to write the next line.
Bush won't want the truth to be said.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...
Power to kill, in his head; but still tied is his tongue.
Unsolved, his messes; Bush just spun.
Listening to Cheney, all along.
Bush still unsound, and it shows.
Bush still unsound...
Power's slipping from his hands...
In eight months time, he'll be gone.
Fakes who'd seize such power; let's fight them next time.
Yes, we want the truth to be known.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...
Bush brought a pox upon the world.
He wants to attack again.
Bush doesn't make it hard to write the next line.
Bush want the the truth to be said.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub is...
Through...
(instrumental break)
The Shrub is through, soon.
The Shrub is through, soon.
We know that... Shrub is... through
(repeat final refrain and fade)
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Our Country Visibly
(Sung to the tune of "My Country 'Tis of Thee")
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Our country visibly
Clamped down on liberty
Since Bush was king.
Pre-emptive war; the prize:
Oil (which Bush still denies)
Piled like a mountain are his lies.
Freedom ain't his thing.
Our country visibly
Became a monarchy,
With Bush, as king.
War on Iraq to kill
Torture and power, his thrill.
Cronies so greedy, grabbed their fill
Bush and his right wing.
(Sung to the tune of "My Country 'Tis of Thee")
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Our country visibly
Clamped down on liberty
Since Bush was king.
Pre-emptive war; the prize:
Oil (which Bush still denies)
Piled like a mountain are his lies.
Freedom ain't his thing.
Our country visibly
Became a monarchy,
With Bush, as king.
War on Iraq to kill
Torture and power, his thrill.
Cronies so greedy, grabbed their fill
Bush and his right wing.
It's The Last Chance For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Save The Last Dance For Me" by The Drifters)
As sung by pResident George Dubya Bush, who dreams of accumulating still more imperial power as he waits out his last few months in office
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My last chance... my last chance to try...
To raise my polls high, and save my party's Right.
All the while, problems pile; got no plan
For Aghanistan, or the Iraq fight.
CHORUS:
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Yes, I know... I said "everything's fine,"
Long as power is mine, being Prez is fun.
Bein' King; finish what I start
Before I depart; hope my war is won.
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Don't you know that I don't want to go?
Got Dick Cheney as my crutch.
Spy and torture folks, on my say-so.
I love power so much!
My last chance... to carry on,
Before my term is gone, and it's time to go.
It's my task, to enhance my throne
And my power zone - no one tells me "no"
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Save The Last Dance For Me" by The Drifters)
As sung by pResident George Dubya Bush, who dreams of accumulating still more imperial power as he waits out his last few months in office
Click HERE for MIDI music
My last chance... my last chance to try...
To raise my polls high, and save my party's Right.
All the while, problems pile; got no plan
For Aghanistan, or the Iraq fight.
CHORUS:
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Yes, I know... I said "everything's fine,"
Long as power is mine, being Prez is fun.
Bein' King; finish what I start
Before I depart; hope my war is won.
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Don't you know that I don't want to go?
Got Dick Cheney as my crutch.
Spy and torture folks, on my say-so.
I love power so much!
My last chance... to carry on,
Before my term is gone, and it's time to go.
It's my task, to enhance my throne
And my power zone - no one tells me "no"
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
(repeat refrain and fade)
Friday, May 16, 2008
Monday, May 05, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Insultin' The King
(Sung to the tune of "Sultans of Swing" by Dire Straits)
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(instrumental intro)
He's chicken-livered; isn't smart; he's been straining from the start, in prime time.
Polluted rivers and slop; Bush sold everything.
His base all live in Dixie; cheer his war crime.
It's the Far Right who don't fear what hubris brings.
Bush gets free rides; he hasn't been to many places.
Aznar thrown out now in Spain; Bush fears, as polls go down.
Iraq war attrition; opposition he faces.
Both domestic and foreign; he's still unsound.
Polls have gone south...
Polls have gone south, Bush dragged down.
Let's throw out Dumb Czar George, who thinks he's overlord.
Our nation's in schism; he doesn't want to take blame for anything.
Fighting his oils wars are what we can't afford.
When he f*cks up, by "divine right," he'll say "I'm King."
Dick Cheney doesn't mind... to be the Boss behind the scenes.
He's pulled off big crime jobs, without a fight.
He'll deny that he's wrong 'bout just everything.
Iraq's f*cked up - a "cakewalk" - right?!
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king."
Bush's crowd all make noise; they can be found in his corner.
Drunk with power to arrest and torture; they lied 'bout their roles.
They don't give a damn... about any rights left in our land.
Don't care what we want; just their goals.
We're insultin' these zeroes... zeroes!
Remember the time Dick was caught on the microphone?
"Major league asshole" - don't his words still ring.
W's far right; now it's time he went home.
Few more months to go, so let's sing:
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king"!
(instrumental riff and ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Sultans of Swing" by Dire Straits)
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(instrumental intro)
He's chicken-livered; isn't smart; he's been straining from the start, in prime time.
Polluted rivers and slop; Bush sold everything.
His base all live in Dixie; cheer his war crime.
It's the Far Right who don't fear what hubris brings.
Bush gets free rides; he hasn't been to many places.
Aznar thrown out now in Spain; Bush fears, as polls go down.
Iraq war attrition; opposition he faces.
Both domestic and foreign; he's still unsound.
Polls have gone south...
Polls have gone south, Bush dragged down.
Let's throw out Dumb Czar George, who thinks he's overlord.
Our nation's in schism; he doesn't want to take blame for anything.
Fighting his oils wars are what we can't afford.
When he f*cks up, by "divine right," he'll say "I'm King."
Dick Cheney doesn't mind... to be the Boss behind the scenes.
He's pulled off big crime jobs, without a fight.
He'll deny that he's wrong 'bout just everything.
Iraq's f*cked up - a "cakewalk" - right?!
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king."
Bush's crowd all make noise; they can be found in his corner.
Drunk with power to arrest and torture; they lied 'bout their roles.
They don't give a damn... about any rights left in our land.
Don't care what we want; just their goals.
We're insultin' these zeroes... zeroes!
Remember the time Dick was caught on the microphone?
"Major league asshole" - don't his words still ring.
W's far right; now it's time he went home.
Few more months to go, so let's sing:
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king"!
(instrumental riff and ending)
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
What Did Yoo Do?
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The Angry John McCain Song
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Bush's Crimes, They Aren't A-Changin'
(Sung to the tune of "The Times They Are A-Changin' " by Bob Dylan)
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(Intro: Excerpt from "Taps")
Bush blathers on, people; unclever, this drone.
So clueless 'bout flood waters in New Orleans, shown.
Won't accept it that soon, he'll be wrenched from his throne.
Bush's crimes and wars have you slavin',
Kills men, children, and women, in his Mideast war zone.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
He'd lock up all critics, this King of Pretend.
All his crimes he must hide, 'fore his reign comes to end.
This mind-weak buffoon, who needs press goons to spin.
And there's no tellin' who Bush is blamin'
For his lame duck regime means his party can't win.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's senators, congressmen helped his cabal.
His kind in the Beltway, we should boot them all.
All the people he's hurt; all the world, he's appalled.
Non-reality, relied just upon stagin'
Hired goons, fakes, and bimbos; led to Bush's downfall.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's mother and father, both helped him soft-land.
He politicized policies in our land.
Your sons, sent to slaughter, for his wars, by command.
Bush the Toad is rapidly agin'
We'll elect a new one; Bush the pRez, we can't stand.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Soon Bush will be gone, and the rest of his cast.
As voters, vow Bush's kind will not last.
Fix the present, now, and remember the past.
Shrub's order is rapidly fading.
In history, how he'll come in dead last.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
(Sung to the tune of "The Times They Are A-Changin' " by Bob Dylan)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(Intro: Excerpt from "Taps")
Bush blathers on, people; unclever, this drone.
So clueless 'bout flood waters in New Orleans, shown.
Won't accept it that soon, he'll be wrenched from his throne.
Bush's crimes and wars have you slavin',
Kills men, children, and women, in his Mideast war zone.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
He'd lock up all critics, this King of Pretend.
All his crimes he must hide, 'fore his reign comes to end.
This mind-weak buffoon, who needs press goons to spin.
And there's no tellin' who Bush is blamin'
For his lame duck regime means his party can't win.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's senators, congressmen helped his cabal.
His kind in the Beltway, we should boot them all.
All the people he's hurt; all the world, he's appalled.
Non-reality, relied just upon stagin'
Hired goons, fakes, and bimbos; led to Bush's downfall.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's mother and father, both helped him soft-land.
He politicized policies in our land.
Your sons, sent to slaughter, for his wars, by command.
Bush the Toad is rapidly agin'
We'll elect a new one; Bush the pRez, we can't stand.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Soon Bush will be gone, and the rest of his cast.
As voters, vow Bush's kind will not last.
Fix the present, now, and remember the past.
Shrub's order is rapidly fading.
In history, how he'll come in dead last.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Friday, December 21, 2007
Bush Wants The World
(Sung to the tune of "Joy To The World")
Parody lyrics by John E. Costello
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Bush wants the world, and every one.
George Bush wants to be King
Let everyone prepare his doom
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please, oh please just impeach him!
Bush wants the world, yet he still reigns
Dubya, he must pay
While war and bombs and dumb decisions
Repeat every day
Repeat every day
Repeat, repeat every day!
No more let death and tears grow
Nor bodies lay on the ground
This war was planned by him, we know
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as, far as, Bush is concerned!
He wants the world, he's a disgrace
And every one can prove
The stories of his stupidness
And that he has no love
And that he has no love
And that, that, he has no love.
(Sung to the tune of "Joy To The World")
Parody lyrics by John E. Costello
Click HERE for MIDI music
Bush wants the world, and every one.
George Bush wants to be King
Let everyone prepare his doom
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please, oh please just impeach him!
Bush wants the world, yet he still reigns
Dubya, he must pay
While war and bombs and dumb decisions
Repeat every day
Repeat every day
Repeat, repeat every day!
No more let death and tears grow
Nor bodies lay on the ground
This war was planned by him, we know
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as, far as, Bush is concerned!
He wants the world, he's a disgrace
And every one can prove
The stories of his stupidness
And that he has no love
And that he has no love
And that, that, he has no love.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Fu**ing Up The Country
(Sung to the tune of "Goin' Up The Country" by Canned Heat)
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He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up more places; cookin' up more endless war.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
Let him jump in that water; he speaks bunk all the time.
(instrumental solo)
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
All his f**k-ups are fightenin' - we all know he sure can't stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
He'd attack Iran, he's going to some day; but he can't even lead the U.S.A.
Bush will not take blame, for fu**k-ups to this day.
(instrumental solo)
Iraqis are running, and screaming, and dying.
We should impeach this man; Bush is out of time.
(instrumental solo)
(Sung to the tune of "Goin' Up The Country" by Canned Heat)
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He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up more places; cookin' up more endless war.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
Let him jump in that water; he speaks bunk all the time.
(instrumental solo)
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
All his f**k-ups are fightenin' - we all know he sure can't stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
He'd attack Iran, he's going to some day; but he can't even lead the U.S.A.
Bush will not take blame, for fu**k-ups to this day.
(instrumental solo)
Iraqis are running, and screaming, and dying.
We should impeach this man; Bush is out of time.
(instrumental solo)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
This one-finger salute is brought to you courtesy of the Bush Administration
Thursday, November 29, 2007
It's Bush's Sh*t
(Sung to the tune of "If This Is It" by Huey Lewis & The News)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush keeps droning...
Wants more warring.
Whole world says, "Hell, Bush, go home!"
No more Bush-messing
Would be a blessing.
Ruled by this fool for seven years long.
Hear more Bush lies; more war for oil stealing.
More troops will die; Bush says there's nothing wrong.
Bush will still try... to make up phony reasons.
Bush will not leave, without bein' relieved.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
Bush ain't thinking.
He's back to drinking.
Dubya knows things are just not right.
He's still pretending
His reign's not ending.
He'll say anything to start up a fight.
Bush will just lie, war hell just feeds the greedy.
More troops will die; Bush tells us nothing's wrong.
Ever far-right; Shrub's way (there's no other).
Dubya must go, to face impeachment day.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(instrumental break)
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "If This Is It" by Huey Lewis & The News)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush keeps droning...
Wants more warring.
Whole world says, "Hell, Bush, go home!"
No more Bush-messing
Would be a blessing.
Ruled by this fool for seven years long.
Hear more Bush lies; more war for oil stealing.
More troops will die; Bush says there's nothing wrong.
Bush will still try... to make up phony reasons.
Bush will not leave, without bein' relieved.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
Bush ain't thinking.
He's back to drinking.
Dubya knows things are just not right.
He's still pretending
His reign's not ending.
He'll say anything to start up a fight.
Bush will just lie, war hell just feeds the greedy.
More troops will die; Bush tells us nothing's wrong.
Ever far-right; Shrub's way (there's no other).
Dubya must go, to face impeachment day.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(instrumental break)
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(repeat chorus and fade)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
He's Got No Business Being King
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler)
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(instrumental intro)
By Dick, Bush was told, "Stay in my shadow."
Supreme Court-installed and put in place.
Fascist intentions brought on-line, that's his way.
PATRIOT Act stole our rights blind.
Though Bush was a dunce, he basked in glory.
Executive power gathered strength.
For war, he would chase, to escape blame, before long.
For war, he's reviled; his cronies' gain.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Dissent disappeared; it went unnoticed.
Bush worked to install fear in your heart.
He covered up things to hide the truth, so you won't know it.
His brain has nothing; that's still true.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
By Dick, Bush was told, "Stay in my shadow."
Supreme Court-installed and put in place.
Fascist intentions brought on-line, that's his way.
PATRIOT Act stole our rights blind.
Though Bush was a dunce, he basked in glory.
Executive power gathered strength.
For war, he would chase, to escape blame, before long.
For war, he's reviled; his cronies' gain.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Dissent disappeared; it went unnoticed.
Bush worked to install fear in your heart.
He covered up things to hide the truth, so you won't know it.
His brain has nothing; that's still true.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Continued Slaying And More Torture
(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
Our crooked boss, bombing faraway lands...
Mired forever, there in Iraqi sand.
Cronies were greedy; war, Bush's answer.
The Bush cabal's war not going as they planned.
The mental midge; says, "Do things my way!"
Bush and the far right shrink from war zone.
They made it happen, oil wars they're scheming.
It doesn't matter that the world tells Bush, "No!"
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
So on and on... war keeps on running.
Bush approved torture and torture-lite.
Blood runs in rivers; for oil, to take it.
Bush ignored peace and alarms to fight.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
(repeat and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
Our crooked boss, bombing faraway lands...
Mired forever, there in Iraqi sand.
Cronies were greedy; war, Bush's answer.
The Bush cabal's war not going as they planned.
The mental midge; says, "Do things my way!"
Bush and the far right shrink from war zone.
They made it happen, oil wars they're scheming.
It doesn't matter that the world tells Bush, "No!"
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
So on and on... war keeps on running.
Bush approved torture and torture-lite.
Blood runs in rivers; for oil, to take it.
Bush ignored peace and alarms to fight.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
(repeat and fade)
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Thursday, October 25, 2007
"I'm the Decider, and I don't give 2 bits 'bout yer opinion!"
pResident Bush, now hovering at the depths of a 24% public approval rating of his performance
pResident Bush, now hovering at the depths of a 24% public approval rating of his performance
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
"The Iraq War is largely about oil..." - Alan Greenspan, former Federal Reserve Chair under G. Dubya Bush
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Dismiss Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Give Me Love" by George Harrison)
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(instrumental intro)
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
(instrumental riff)
This fake holds all our land,
Through armed might, war's what he planned to do...
Won't you please go, W?
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
(instrumental break)
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
(Sung to the tune of "Give Me Love" by George Harrison)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
(instrumental riff)
This fake holds all our land,
Through armed might, war's what he planned to do...
Won't you please go, W?
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
(instrumental break)
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
The Whole World Will Celebrate The Day When Bush Is Leaving
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)
Sorry, no MIDI music is available
(instrumental intro)
The whole world will celebrate... the day when Bush is leavin'.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Bush has no faith in the people.
We're the people Bush let down.
Bush has learned no other way;
War, he'll carry on, anyhow.
War's what he's selling you...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The day when Bush is leaving.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Plundered land for the dollar bill;
Bloody dollar bills, Bush's way.
The Dim Son's defining monarchy,
And through fear, he'll stay.
War's what he's selling you...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The day when Bush is leaving.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Impeach 'em all, Bush's crown.
Impeach and burn it aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Through his plans, Bush authored much sorrow.
Grab for power, authored through hate - oh, no
Let's not waste any time; reign in this swine; make him pay!
War's what he's selling you, the whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
He'll never be forgiven.
The whole world will celebrate the day when Bush is leavin,' yeah.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Impeach 'em all, Bush's crown.
Impeach and burn it aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)
Sorry, no MIDI music is available
(instrumental intro)
The whole world will celebrate... the day when Bush is leavin'.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Bush has no faith in the people.
We're the people Bush let down.
Bush has learned no other way;
War, he'll carry on, anyhow.
War's what he's selling you...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The day when Bush is leaving.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Plundered land for the dollar bill;
Bloody dollar bills, Bush's way.
The Dim Son's defining monarchy,
And through fear, he'll stay.
War's what he's selling you...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The day when Bush is leaving.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Impeach 'em all, Bush's crown.
Impeach and burn it aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Through his plans, Bush authored much sorrow.
Grab for power, authored through hate - oh, no
Let's not waste any time; reign in this swine; make him pay!
War's what he's selling you, the whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
He'll never be forgiven.
The whole world will celebrate the day when Bush is leavin,' yeah.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Impeach 'em all, Bush's crown.
Impeach and burn it aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
(repeat refrain and fade)
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Impeach George W!
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)
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(instrumental intro)
Who's leaving? Some more members of the Bush regime's team.
But Bush the Dunce won't wake up.
This dumb king even lost Rove (Bush's brain).
Shrub's rep gone down the drain.
He holds his drink to ease his pain.
For King Bush, trouble spread.
"Throw him out!" the words he'd dread.
Impeach George W! (Impeach George W!)
In mourning; troops' families are feeling
Bush doesn't know how to deal with
A war he just decided for himself.
Troops died to increase wealth.
Bush never talks about it.
Make Dubya go, let's shout it:
No more talk! Lower the boom!
Impeach George W! (Impeach George W!)
Impeach George W!
What are Democrats so afraid of?
They're afraid that they're not sure of
For war, there is no cure for.
Impeach George W!
Is it jello that they're made of?
It's not scurrilous to say:
Let's send Cheney-Bush away!
(instrumental break)
Impeach George W!
What are Democrats so afraid of?
They're afraid that they're not sure of
For war, there is no cure for.
Impeach George W!
Is it jello that they're made of?
It's not scurrilous to say:
Let's send Cheney-Bush away!
Relieve him... start impeachment now, and hurry.
'Cause George Dubya's trigger-happy.
Although we say, "George, go away!" he'll still
Start more wars with which to kill.
Can't let him stay around, George W.
Throw impeachment at his face!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!
Here's an earlier version of this parody, originally posted on
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
War-Drunken W.
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)
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(instrumental intro)
Shrub's keeping... Far Right neocons' oil war wet dream.
Chaos since Iraq's break-up; patrol things for oil-hocking; all in vain.
Their war plan was insane; they held a gun to Iraq's head.
And fling bombs; thousands dead; U.N. doubts the words Bush said.
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)
World's mourning... bombed folks and oil-stealing.
Shrub didn't know how to deal with... the U.N.; he decided for himself,
He'd go to war himself, and stop all talk about it.
And didn't he go about it? Didn't balk, he wants "ka-boom."
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)
War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.
(instrumental break)
War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.
Too easy? The neocons said, "Don't worry."
Their oil war makes them happy.
Go vote and say, "Hey, go away! Don't kill!"
Don't keep your voices still.
So don't just play around, boot W.
Bush can't think; let's make him face... his disaster; lose his race.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Who's leaving? Some more members of the Bush regime's team.
But Bush the Dunce won't wake up.
This dumb king even lost Rove (Bush's brain).
Shrub's rep gone down the drain.
He holds his drink to ease his pain.
For King Bush, trouble spread.
"Throw him out!" the words he'd dread.
Impeach George W! (Impeach George W!)
In mourning; troops' families are feeling
Bush doesn't know how to deal with
A war he just decided for himself.
Troops died to increase wealth.
Bush never talks about it.
Make Dubya go, let's shout it:
No more talk! Lower the boom!
Impeach George W! (Impeach George W!)
Impeach George W!
What are Democrats so afraid of?
They're afraid that they're not sure of
For war, there is no cure for.
Impeach George W!
Is it jello that they're made of?
It's not scurrilous to say:
Let's send Cheney-Bush away!
(instrumental break)
Impeach George W!
What are Democrats so afraid of?
They're afraid that they're not sure of
For war, there is no cure for.
Impeach George W!
Is it jello that they're made of?
It's not scurrilous to say:
Let's send Cheney-Bush away!
Relieve him... start impeachment now, and hurry.
'Cause George Dubya's trigger-happy.
Although we say, "George, go away!" he'll still
Start more wars with which to kill.
Can't let him stay around, George W.
Throw impeachment at his face!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!
Here's an earlier version of this parody, originally posted on
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
War-Drunken W.
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Shrub's keeping... Far Right neocons' oil war wet dream.
Chaos since Iraq's break-up; patrol things for oil-hocking; all in vain.
Their war plan was insane; they held a gun to Iraq's head.
And fling bombs; thousands dead; U.N. doubts the words Bush said.
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)
World's mourning... bombed folks and oil-stealing.
Shrub didn't know how to deal with... the U.N.; he decided for himself,
He'd go to war himself, and stop all talk about it.
And didn't he go about it? Didn't balk, he wants "ka-boom."
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)
War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.
(instrumental break)
War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.
Too easy? The neocons said, "Don't worry."
Their oil war makes them happy.
Go vote and say, "Hey, go away! Don't kill!"
Don't keep your voices still.
So don't just play around, boot W.
Bush can't think; let's make him face... his disaster; lose his race.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Let's Expel W.
(Sung to the tune of "Since I Fell For You" by Lenny Welch)
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Boot, we should give Shrub...
'Cause we detest Shrub...
Impeach and make Shrub depart...
Yes, he must go; let's make it so.
Impeach him! Hey, Congress, let's start...
W... squatted in his White House ho-o-o-ome.
We hate the Shrub; we want him gone.
Let's expel W!
Shru-u-u-ub... brought such misery and pai-ai-ai-ain.
Iraq will never be the same.
Let's expel W!
Yes, the Shrub's mad...
And this kook's glad...
He's Emperor W...
While Iraq bleeds...
From Shrub's deeds...
Boot Shrub and his crew!
Impeach Dick and W!
Why-y-y-y... trust the brainless looney Ri-i-i-ight?
Bush drinking booze most every night...
Let's expel W...
Let's expel W...
(Sung to the tune of "Since I Fell For You" by Lenny Welch)
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Boot, we should give Shrub...
'Cause we detest Shrub...
Impeach and make Shrub depart...
Yes, he must go; let's make it so.
Impeach him! Hey, Congress, let's start...
W... squatted in his White House ho-o-o-ome.
We hate the Shrub; we want him gone.
Let's expel W!
Shru-u-u-ub... brought such misery and pai-ai-ai-ain.
Iraq will never be the same.
Let's expel W!
Yes, the Shrub's mad...
And this kook's glad...
He's Emperor W...
While Iraq bleeds...
From Shrub's deeds...
Boot Shrub and his crew!
Impeach Dick and W!
Why-y-y-y... trust the brainless looney Ri-i-i-ight?
Bush drinking booze most every night...
Let's expel W...
Let's expel W...
Friday, September 07, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
I Can't Get No Bathroom Action
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by soon-to-be former Senator Larry "Wide Stance" Craig (R-Idaho)
(instrumental intro)
I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
Well, I tried, but didn't get far...
To spin TV and the radio.
But the beans spilled more and more.
My story spread across the nation;
What had transpired wrecked my reputation.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!
I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
Now my story's on TV.
I don't need someone to tell me
How spiteful brownshirts can be.
'Cause I can't love a man, only women folk.
Then, that cop arrested me.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!
I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
Now my story's 'round the world.
Voters boo and hiss; now I have to scat.
My straight arrow has been curled.
It's hell, I'll... leave and never come back, 'cause it looks bleak.
My career is gone; I'm up the creek.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!
I can't get no... I can't get no...
I can't get no.. bathroom action.
No bathroom action...
No bathroom action...
No bathroom action...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by soon-to-be former Senator Larry "Wide Stance" Craig (R-Idaho)
(instrumental intro)
I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
Well, I tried, but didn't get far...
To spin TV and the radio.
But the beans spilled more and more.
My story spread across the nation;
What had transpired wrecked my reputation.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!
I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
Now my story's on TV.
I don't need someone to tell me
How spiteful brownshirts can be.
'Cause I can't love a man, only women folk.
Then, that cop arrested me.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!
I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
Now my story's 'round the world.
Voters boo and hiss; now I have to scat.
My straight arrow has been curled.
It's hell, I'll... leave and never come back, 'cause it looks bleak.
My career is gone; I'm up the creek.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!
I can't get no... I can't get no...
I can't get no.. bathroom action.
No bathroom action...
No bathroom action...
No bathroom action...
(fade)
Larry Craig's Big Downfall
(Sung to the tune of "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2" by Pink Floyd)
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(instrumental intro)
Kind of deed kills reputation.
Sexual need beyond control.
A mental spasm in the bathroom.
Why's he such a homophobe?
Hey! Why's he... such a homophobe?
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
Kind of deed kills reputation.
Sexual need beyond control.
A mental spasm in the bathroom.
Why's he such a homophobe?
Hey! Why's he... such a homophobe?
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
(instrumental break)
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2" by Pink Floyd)
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(instrumental intro)
Kind of deed kills reputation.
Sexual need beyond control.
A mental spasm in the bathroom.
Why's he such a homophobe?
Hey! Why's he... such a homophobe?
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
Kind of deed kills reputation.
Sexual need beyond control.
A mental spasm in the bathroom.
Why's he such a homophobe?
Hey! Why's he... such a homophobe?
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
(instrumental break)
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Monday, September 03, 2007
Say, Has Anybody Seen That Creep-Trickster Rove?
(Sung to the tune of "Say Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)
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Satire inspired by the resignnation of Bush's political advisor Karl Rove
(instrumental intro)
Bush is so unhappy.
So displeased, the emperor.
His regime's unhealthy,
And there is no cure.
White House, his home; crime family...
His Rasputin made it so.
Who'd believe he'd leave us
To join Fred Thompson's show?
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
Here's the picture; he got burned by... hot scandal stove.
The crime plots touched by his fingers... led to legal woes.
Say, has anybody seen that... creep-trickster Rove?
Yes, we knew when Karl Rove was prancin' down in New Orleans.
He was Shrub's policy wonk; the storm shattered his dreams.
So, the law came a-cuttin' - to Rove, got too close.
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
Rove left Bush Baby
To Texas, went home.
Say, we don't miss ya
And every night, we curse your picture
Hey, Rove, the plight of Right looks grim.
Right wing crowd, go home.
And some day you'll wake up
Half-blind, in jail alone.
So, let's say goodbye to tricksters.
Go blow, Karl Rove!
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
(instrumental break)
The crime plots touched by his fingers... led to legal woes.
Say, has anybody seen that...
Now we know where Bush's brain's at
Creep-trickster Rove.
(Sung to the tune of "Say Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)
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Satire inspired by the resignnation of Bush's political advisor Karl Rove
(instrumental intro)
Bush is so unhappy.
So displeased, the emperor.
His regime's unhealthy,
And there is no cure.
White House, his home; crime family...
His Rasputin made it so.
Who'd believe he'd leave us
To join Fred Thompson's show?
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
Here's the picture; he got burned by... hot scandal stove.
The crime plots touched by his fingers... led to legal woes.
Say, has anybody seen that... creep-trickster Rove?
Yes, we knew when Karl Rove was prancin' down in New Orleans.
He was Shrub's policy wonk; the storm shattered his dreams.
So, the law came a-cuttin' - to Rove, got too close.
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
Rove left Bush Baby
To Texas, went home.
Say, we don't miss ya
And every night, we curse your picture
Hey, Rove, the plight of Right looks grim.
Right wing crowd, go home.
And some day you'll wake up
Half-blind, in jail alone.
So, let's say goodbye to tricksters.
Go blow, Karl Rove!
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
(instrumental break)
The crime plots touched by his fingers... led to legal woes.
Say, has anybody seen that...
Now we know where Bush's brain's at
Creep-trickster Rove.
Knockin' On Toilet Door
(Sung to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan)
Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho), recently outed for his June 2006 arrest at the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport for soliciting sex in the men's restroom, has announced his retirement from Congress, as a result of the scandal and pressure from his own party.
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(instrumental intro)
Scandal made a mess out of me.
Ain't a senator any more.
I wasn't smart; not smart enough to see.
Got busted for knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
(instrumental)
Scandal put my plans in the ground.
Got arrested; I got sore.
My senate career came crashin' down.
Got busted for knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan)
Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho), recently outed for his June 2006 arrest at the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport for soliciting sex in the men's restroom, has announced his retirement from Congress, as a result of the scandal and pressure from his own party.
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(instrumental intro)
Scandal made a mess out of me.
Ain't a senator any more.
I wasn't smart; not smart enough to see.
Got busted for knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
(instrumental)
Scandal put my plans in the ground.
Got arrested; I got sore.
My senate career came crashin' down.
Got busted for knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
(repeat refrain and fade)
We Found Out 'Bout Craig
(Sung to the tune of "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" by The Temptations)
Yet another Republican sex scandal erupts - this time, conservative Republican Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho), who was arrested for soliciting a male undercover police officer in a washroom this past June 11 at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport
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Sex scandal, was he sleazy!
Craig accused, confirmed it's so.
We heard Larry Craig plead for sympathy.
Fate's unkind; it exposed hypocrisy.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
We all heard a noisy man who made a stand... against all gay pride.
Right wing base must cry, and bleep him; but, still they're weepin'
They're weepin' at more fallen, on their side.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
Why are right wing creeps all so inept?
We're glad they'll pay; they can't keep on just talkin' that way.
Comics now laugh, at Larry "Wide Stance."
It's payback; that'll teach ya, for toilet stall dance.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
(instrumental intro)
Yes, Craig's man-love's so deep, in the pit of his heart.
See the way that he got so sore.
Wouldn't take blame for dumb and sleazy playin' footsie
His sleaze has freaked out his party; he's out the door.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
(repeat refrain and end)
(Sung to the tune of "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" by The Temptations)
Yet another Republican sex scandal erupts - this time, conservative Republican Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho), who was arrested for soliciting a male undercover police officer in a washroom this past June 11 at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport
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Sex scandal, was he sleazy!
Craig accused, confirmed it's so.
We heard Larry Craig plead for sympathy.
Fate's unkind; it exposed hypocrisy.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
We all heard a noisy man who made a stand... against all gay pride.
Right wing base must cry, and bleep him; but, still they're weepin'
They're weepin' at more fallen, on their side.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
Why are right wing creeps all so inept?
We're glad they'll pay; they can't keep on just talkin' that way.
Comics now laugh, at Larry "Wide Stance."
It's payback; that'll teach ya, for toilet stall dance.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
(instrumental intro)
Yes, Craig's man-love's so deep, in the pit of his heart.
See the way that he got so sore.
Wouldn't take blame for dumb and sleazy playin' footsie
His sleaze has freaked out his party; he's out the door.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.
(repeat refrain and end)
I Can't Take More Resignations
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
The rats flee the sinking Bush ship of state: Lame (Dead) Duck pResident George Dubya Bush laments the recent resignations of his loyalist White House staff, Press Secretary Tony Snow, Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez, and advisor Karl Rove
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As sung by pResident Bush
(instrumental intro)
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
In Iraq, losin' my war;
That's why last year, Rumsfeld had to go.
Gone, Karl Rove - oh, the horror!
Few cronies left, to run the nation;
Gonzo's left my administration.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
Well, I just went on TV
All who's left now is Dick Cheney
How nice of my VP.
Now, Dick Cheney's the man; hope he doesn't croak;
'Cause he deals with threats for me.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
When I'm trav'lin' 'round the world
And I'm doin' this, and I'm signin' that
Condi Rice is still my girl.
Hey, Karen Hughes had better come back, later next week.
'Cause, you see, I'm on a losing streak.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
More resignations...
More resignations....
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
The rats flee the sinking Bush ship of state: Lame (Dead) Duck pResident George Dubya Bush laments the recent resignations of his loyalist White House staff, Press Secretary Tony Snow, Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez, and advisor Karl Rove
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As sung by pResident Bush
(instrumental intro)
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
In Iraq, losin' my war;
That's why last year, Rumsfeld had to go.
Gone, Karl Rove - oh, the horror!
Few cronies left, to run the nation;
Gonzo's left my administration.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
Well, I just went on TV
All who's left now is Dick Cheney
How nice of my VP.
Now, Dick Cheney's the man; hope he doesn't croak;
'Cause he deals with threats for me.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
When I'm trav'lin' 'round the world
And I'm doin' this, and I'm signin' that
Condi Rice is still my girl.
Hey, Karen Hughes had better come back, later next week.
'Cause, you see, I'm on a losing streak.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!
I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
More resignations...
More resignations....
Friday, August 31, 2007
Iran, Let's Bomb, For Distraction
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iran
(instrumental intro)
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
I'm connivin' for more war,
I can't stand... bein' lame duck no more.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on more useless information,
Tryin' to save my administration.
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
Quagmire in Iraq has left us broke.
I've gutted democracy.
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
I'm despised now around the world,
When folks boo and hiss, I'll just have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"I quit; I won't come back; I leave this week!"
And Gonzalez quit, as I speak!
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iran
(instrumental intro)
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
I'm connivin' for more war,
I can't stand... bein' lame duck no more.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on more useless information,
Tryin' to save my administration.
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
Quagmire in Iraq has left us broke.
I've gutted democracy.
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
I'm despised now around the world,
When folks boo and hiss, I'll just have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"I quit; I won't come back; I leave this week!"
And Gonzalez quit, as I speak!
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...
(fade)
Monday, August 27, 2007
Gonzo's Gone!
Embattled Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigns in ignominy and shame
Embattled Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigns in ignominy and shame
Monday, August 20, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
Shrub's Time Proved Costly
(Sung to the tune of "Sunshine Superman" by Donovan)
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(instrumental intro)
Shrub's time proved costly to our... nation today.
Ego trips too easy; Bush won't... change his ways.
So many crimes, we know it; his regime is vile.
Gonzalez, resign! Opposed it; Bush is in denial.
'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.
Crony contracts, hustling, fraud are... really so obscene.
Whether torture is "cruel," Bush thinks that... it should be unseen.
Ought to be impeached by sunset; it's a matter of when.
Let's impeach Bush Baby, with Dick... and all his friends.
'Cause Bush made his mind up; not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Let's lock up his band (unholy); have them all confined.
'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.
(instrumental break)
Bush's plan: get Iran burned white hot... 10,000 degrees.
Pushed our troops through more hurdles to die for... his oil monarchy.
A pile of sh*t, there stinking... Bush's hellish throne.
He's disdainful of rights; you now have... none of your own.
Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind.
Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind...
(long instrumental fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Sunshine Superman" by Donovan)
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(instrumental intro)
Shrub's time proved costly to our... nation today.
Ego trips too easy; Bush won't... change his ways.
So many crimes, we know it; his regime is vile.
Gonzalez, resign! Opposed it; Bush is in denial.
'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.
Crony contracts, hustling, fraud are... really so obscene.
Whether torture is "cruel," Bush thinks that... it should be unseen.
Ought to be impeached by sunset; it's a matter of when.
Let's impeach Bush Baby, with Dick... and all his friends.
'Cause Bush made his mind up; not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Let's lock up his band (unholy); have them all confined.
'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.
(instrumental break)
Bush's plan: get Iran burned white hot... 10,000 degrees.
Pushed our troops through more hurdles to die for... his oil monarchy.
A pile of sh*t, there stinking... Bush's hellish throne.
He's disdainful of rights; you now have... none of your own.
Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind.
Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind...
(long instrumental fade)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Neocon Insane Gang
(Sung to the tune of "Chain Gang" by Sam Cooke)
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(instrumental intro)
(More! War! More! War!)
Neo-cons are sayin'...
(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
They're dead wrong, still sayin'....
(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)
(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
Though they're wrong, they work so hard.
Their Dim Son is... going down.
"My way or the highway!" the Bush way;
Bush swearing, wearing a crown.
In Iraq, throwing troops' lives away.
'Cause the neo-cons still hold sway.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
Torture, death, they're bringin'...
Troops... they're comin' one of these days...
They're comin' home...
Bush the moron... who for war, still cheers.
But meanwhile, he's got impeachment fears.
(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
"War's not wrong," they're singin', mm...
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why do they work so hard
Still to slaughter, bloodthirsty
For war, they work hard...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Chain Gang" by Sam Cooke)
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(instrumental intro)
(More! War! More! War!)
Neo-cons are sayin'...
(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
They're dead wrong, still sayin'....
(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)
(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
Though they're wrong, they work so hard.
Their Dim Son is... going down.
"My way or the highway!" the Bush way;
Bush swearing, wearing a crown.
In Iraq, throwing troops' lives away.
'Cause the neo-cons still hold sway.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
Torture, death, they're bringin'...
Troops... they're comin' one of these days...
They're comin' home...
Bush the moron... who for war, still cheers.
But meanwhile, he's got impeachment fears.
(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.
"War's not wrong," they're singin', mm...
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why do they work so hard
Still to slaughter, bloodthirsty
For war, they work hard...
(fade)
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Impeachment Of This Bunch
(Sung to the tune of "You Beat Me To The Punch" by Mary Wells)
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(instrumental intro)
The reign of Bush has now passed him by.
Seized so much power; don't ask him why.
He'll still just lie.
Regime of crooks, still working hard
To give the law a sucker punch.
Boot this lame Bush regime back to where they came...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, let's rid...
With no virtue, they sold lies so untrue.
Puppet pretender now refuses to surrender.
W., let's get rid;
And let's throw out
Cheney, that lout.
The Bush Boy's an inept playboy;
Should be locked away.
Relieve these...
Fools!
No, we should not just wait around to impeach all these clowns.
Their crimes deserve a quicker punch.
Can't walk away; Impeachment Day.
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "You Beat Me To The Punch" by Mary Wells)
Sorry, no MIDI music is available
(instrumental intro)
The reign of Bush has now passed him by.
Seized so much power; don't ask him why.
He'll still just lie.
Regime of crooks, still working hard
To give the law a sucker punch.
Boot this lame Bush regime back to where they came...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, let's rid...
With no virtue, they sold lies so untrue.
Puppet pretender now refuses to surrender.
W., let's get rid;
And let's throw out
Cheney, that lout.
The Bush Boy's an inept playboy;
Should be locked away.
Relieve these...
Fools!
No, we should not just wait around to impeach all these clowns.
Their crimes deserve a quicker punch.
Can't walk away; Impeachment Day.
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Dick Just Wants To Escalate
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)
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Dick just wants to escalate... war with Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i--i-ife.
Dick has no faith in the peole.
It's the people he's let down.
Dick won't take another way,
'Cept attack Iran, anyhow...
More war he's selling you.
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i-i-ife.
Had his hand starting wars to kill,
And his war excuse took away...
Our civil rights and our liberty;
Dick wants fear to sway...
More war he's selling you.
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war, to erase li-i-i-ife.
Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...
No, Cheney's not bothered by sorrow.
And he can't be asked to debate (oh, no).
He's running out of time, and he'll find Impeachment Day.
More war he' selling you,
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah, yeah).
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war to erase li-i-i-ife.
Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
Dick just wants to escalate... war with Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i--i-ife.
Dick has no faith in the peole.
It's the people he's let down.
Dick won't take another way,
'Cept attack Iran, anyhow...
More war he's selling you.
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i-i-ife.
Had his hand starting wars to kill,
And his war excuse took away...
Our civil rights and our liberty;
Dick wants fear to sway...
More war he's selling you.
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war, to erase li-i-i-ife.
Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...
No, Cheney's not bothered by sorrow.
And he can't be asked to debate (oh, no).
He's running out of time, and he'll find Impeachment Day.
More war he' selling you,
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah, yeah).
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war to erase li-i-i-ife.
Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Fading Gonzalez
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)
Bush's lightning rod, the unqualified Attorney General Alberto "Gonzo" Gonzalez continues to be pummeled by Congress and continuing political scandals in the Department of Justice he allegedly leads
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(instrumental intro)
Fading Gonzalez, fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.
It isn't funny, 'cause he can't defend
Favors for Bush chummies; on him, they depend.
Prosecutors told to start a court case:
Harassing the Democrats who run.
Now a major scandal which has got legs.
Gonzo is done!
Fading Gonzalez; clearly not the best.
Department mismanaged, as Goodling confessed.
(instrumental of 3rd line of lyric)
Gonzo is done!
Fading Gonzalez; lies to Congress fed;
Now must face the music for how he misled.
Thuggery of goons is never-ending.
Read your morning papers; what they've done:
Partisanship, Bushies are defending.
Gonzo is done!
Fading Gonzalez; fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)
Bush's lightning rod, the unqualified Attorney General Alberto "Gonzo" Gonzalez continues to be pummeled by Congress and continuing political scandals in the Department of Justice he allegedly leads
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Fading Gonzalez, fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.
It isn't funny, 'cause he can't defend
Favors for Bush chummies; on him, they depend.
Prosecutors told to start a court case:
Harassing the Democrats who run.
Now a major scandal which has got legs.
Gonzo is done!
Fading Gonzalez; clearly not the best.
Department mismanaged, as Goodling confessed.
(instrumental of 3rd line of lyric)
Gonzo is done!
Fading Gonzalez; lies to Congress fed;
Now must face the music for how he misled.
Thuggery of goons is never-ending.
Read your morning papers; what they've done:
Partisanship, Bushies are defending.
Gonzo is done!
Fading Gonzalez; fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.
(instrumental ending)
I Want A Pardon
(Sung to the tune of "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" by Lynn Anderson)
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As sung to pResident Bush by former White House aide Lewis I. "Scooter" Libby, who was recently found guilty in federal court of obstruction of justice:
(instrumental intro)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
My mistakes, I must relive, relive, and relive;
Caused me woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I was told to do things, and Rove pulled the strings,
But when Wilson squawked, I talked and blew his wife's cover.
Hell, I'd lie to my mo-o-o-ther.
Well, our tough-talking crew, pro-war, followed you;
And then you'd rule the world through bombs and much blood spattered.
But our plan was sha-a-a-tered.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy.
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(brief instrumental break)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I left office too soon; Fitzgerald dragooned me,
I got blamed for mistakes Rove told you; from prison, please let me go.
I should win your loyalty show.
I'm not a crook, and I can't sleep; I'm in quicksand, so deep.
But a presidential pardon is what can get me out.
And you know what I'm talking about.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy .
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" by Lynn Anderson)
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As sung to pResident Bush by former White House aide Lewis I. "Scooter" Libby, who was recently found guilty in federal court of obstruction of justice:
(instrumental intro)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
My mistakes, I must relive, relive, and relive;
Caused me woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I was told to do things, and Rove pulled the strings,
But when Wilson squawked, I talked and blew his wife's cover.
Hell, I'd lie to my mo-o-o-ther.
Well, our tough-talking crew, pro-war, followed you;
And then you'd rule the world through bombs and much blood spattered.
But our plan was sha-a-a-tered.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy.
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(brief instrumental break)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I left office too soon; Fitzgerald dragooned me,
I got blamed for mistakes Rove told you; from prison, please let me go.
I should win your loyalty show.
I'm not a crook, and I can't sleep; I'm in quicksand, so deep.
But a presidential pardon is what can get me out.
And you know what I'm talking about.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy .
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Our Dictator
(Sung to the tune of "Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) by Jim Croce)
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(instrumental intro)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
His polls numbers are disastrous, and his star's fading.
Stop drinking his Kool-Aid.
Our Constitution's been unmade.
He lied, 'cause Bush knew too well, that he'd be hated.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental break)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
Awakened from their slumber, more people hate him.
Our dumb king wants his prize:
Conquer Iraq while there's still time;
A winning war for Shrub's still not gonna save him.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
No, no, no, no...
Real's what Decider feels.
Our dictator... should be impeached or else recalled.
There's no left that Bush is willing to talk to.
Thanks to him, war crime...
Has now flourished; our nation's slimed.
He should be serving time.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) by Jim Croce)
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(instrumental intro)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
His polls numbers are disastrous, and his star's fading.
Stop drinking his Kool-Aid.
Our Constitution's been unmade.
He lied, 'cause Bush knew too well, that he'd be hated.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental break)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
Awakened from their slumber, more people hate him.
Our dumb king wants his prize:
Conquer Iraq while there's still time;
A winning war for Shrub's still not gonna save him.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
No, no, no, no...
Real's what Decider feels.
Our dictator... should be impeached or else recalled.
There's no left that Bush is willing to talk to.
Thanks to him, war crime...
Has now flourished; our nation's slimed.
He should be serving time.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental ending)
Friday, June 01, 2007
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Twist In The Wind
(Sung to the tune of "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas)
Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez has been left twisting in the wind, facing fire from a skeptical Congress and under increasing pressure from his own party to resign as Attorney General
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He chose more lies...
Relieved for a moment, but that moment's gone.
Spying schemes...
"Vote fraud" cases; prize to gut democracy.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
Gonzo's wrong: DOJ's been slaughtered for Shrub's monarchy
Right wing dreams: passed for truth are lies, through Bush pomposity.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
So, he'll hang on; lightweight isn't clever; clout just got him by.
That's Bush's way... through testimony, now we've learned the reason why.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas)
Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez has been left twisting in the wind, facing fire from a skeptical Congress and under increasing pressure from his own party to resign as Attorney General
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He chose more lies...
Relieved for a moment, but that moment's gone.
Spying schemes...
"Vote fraud" cases; prize to gut democracy.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
Gonzo's wrong: DOJ's been slaughtered for Shrub's monarchy
Right wing dreams: passed for truth are lies, through Bush pomposity.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
So, he'll hang on; lightweight isn't clever; clout just got him by.
That's Bush's way... through testimony, now we've learned the reason why.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.
(fade)
Thursday, May 24, 2007
I'll Take The Fifth Amendment
(Sung to the tune of "The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis)
Monica Goodling, former Dept. of Justice/White House liason and top aide to scandal-plagued Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigned rather than testify to Congress about U.S. attorneys being fired for political reasons; she recently testified under an immunity agreement. As sung by Monica Goodling immediately after resigning:
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(instrumental intro)
You asked how much did I do; would I explain?
My name's Monica Goodling, and I must refrain.
You ask 'bout fired attorneys? I've said, "Adieu."
I'll take the Fifth Amendment; don't ask me or pursue.
Rove can boast... 'cause he runs the show.
Rove can boast... I've departed; I'll lay low.
My lawyer will to me tell... forget my gloom.
My lawyer will come over... to save me from doom.
My lawyer will fix things so... I don't serve time.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't admit a crime.
Rove can boast... 'cause he runs the show.
Rove can boast... I've departed; I'll lay low.
My lawyer will to me tell... forget my gloom.
My lawyer will come over... to save me from doom.
My lawyer will fix things so... I don't serve time.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't admit a crime.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't... ad-mit... a... crime....
(fade)
Monica Goodling, circa 1994:>
(Sung to the tune of "The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis)
Monica Goodling, former Dept. of Justice/White House liason and top aide to scandal-plagued Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigned rather than testify to Congress about U.S. attorneys being fired for political reasons; she recently testified under an immunity agreement. As sung by Monica Goodling immediately after resigning:
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(instrumental intro)
You asked how much did I do; would I explain?
My name's Monica Goodling, and I must refrain.
You ask 'bout fired attorneys? I've said, "Adieu."
I'll take the Fifth Amendment; don't ask me or pursue.
Rove can boast... 'cause he runs the show.
Rove can boast... I've departed; I'll lay low.
My lawyer will to me tell... forget my gloom.
My lawyer will come over... to save me from doom.
My lawyer will fix things so... I don't serve time.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't admit a crime.
Rove can boast... 'cause he runs the show.
Rove can boast... I've departed; I'll lay low.
My lawyer will to me tell... forget my gloom.
My lawyer will come over... to save me from doom.
My lawyer will fix things so... I don't serve time.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't admit a crime.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't... ad-mit... a... crime....
(fade)
Monica Goodling, circa 1994:>
Monday, May 21, 2007
HEAVEN CAN HATE
Watch Bill Maher's hilarious "tribute" to the late Jerry Falwell (click on photo below)
"I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but I think we can make an exception because speaking ill of the dead was kind of Jerry Falwell's hobby." - Bill Maher
Watch Bill Maher's hilarious "tribute" to the late Jerry Falwell (click on photo below)
"I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but I think we can make an exception because speaking ill of the dead was kind of Jerry Falwell's hobby." - Bill Maher
Friday, May 18, 2007
Wake Up, Mr. Ashcroft
(Sung to the tune of "Wake Up, Little Suzie" by The Everly Brothers)
Satire inspired by the testimony of former Deputy Attorney General James Comey, who testified before Congress that President Bush sent then White House Counsel (now Attorney General) Alberto Gonzalez and Chief of Staff Andrew Card to the hospital room of the gravely-ill Attorney General John Ashcroft, to attempt to coerce him into signing off on authorization on Bush's policy of spy on Americans without court warrants. Comey and Ashcroft both refused to sign off on the policy, but Bush bypassed them and established the illegal spying program anyway.
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(As sung by Alberto Gonzalez and Andrew Card to the bed-ridden, half-conscious John Ashcroft, on March 11, 2004:)
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Yes, you've been sound asleep.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft, and peep...
Just sign these papers and we'll go home, or you're in trouble deep.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...
We don't wanna hear your drama.
We don't wanna hear 'bout law.
We don't wanna hear 'bout ending spying, nor its flaws.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...
Was told by Dubya: had to try again
To skirt all the law books, needed loyal men.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... or we won't go home.
(instrumental break)
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
The President's getting hot,
You won't go along with the plot.
That Comey creep plays by the book.
Wait, he's the A.G., you're not?!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...
We don't wanna hear your drama.
We don't wanna hear 'bout law.
We don't wanna hear 'bout ending spying, nor its flaws
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
(repeat last line and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Wake Up, Little Suzie" by The Everly Brothers)
Satire inspired by the testimony of former Deputy Attorney General James Comey, who testified before Congress that President Bush sent then White House Counsel (now Attorney General) Alberto Gonzalez and Chief of Staff Andrew Card to the hospital room of the gravely-ill Attorney General John Ashcroft, to attempt to coerce him into signing off on authorization on Bush's policy of spy on Americans without court warrants. Comey and Ashcroft both refused to sign off on the policy, but Bush bypassed them and established the illegal spying program anyway.
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(As sung by Alberto Gonzalez and Andrew Card to the bed-ridden, half-conscious John Ashcroft, on March 11, 2004:)
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Yes, you've been sound asleep.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft, and peep...
Just sign these papers and we'll go home, or you're in trouble deep.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...
We don't wanna hear your drama.
We don't wanna hear 'bout law.
We don't wanna hear 'bout ending spying, nor its flaws.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...
Was told by Dubya: had to try again
To skirt all the law books, needed loyal men.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... or we won't go home.
(instrumental break)
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
The President's getting hot,
You won't go along with the plot.
That Comey creep plays by the book.
Wait, he's the A.G., you're not?!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...
We don't wanna hear your drama.
We don't wanna hear 'bout law.
We don't wanna hear 'bout ending spying, nor its flaws
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
(repeat last line and fade)
Monday, May 14, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
I Don't Remember
(Sung to the tune of "Try To Remember" by The Kingston Trio)
Satire about what the willfully forgetful Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez dare not utter, after he was grilled by Congress over the political firings of eight U.S. Attorneys who were deemed "not loyal enough" to the Bush administration. [USA's = U.S. Attorneys]
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(As sung in private by Abu Gonzo:)
I don't remember I tried to dismember the Bill of Rights, to help Dear Leader.
I don't remember I tried to dismember Geneva rights, the terr'ist breeder.
I don't remember I fired eight U.S. Attorneys, who refused to stop vote cheaters.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow?
I don't remember resignations tendered from USA's who were disloyal.
I don't remember the plots Rove engendered; who dreamed of votes that he could spoil.
I don't remember nor will I surrender; for I'll protect Bush, and keep him royal.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow?
(instrumental break)
I don't remember if Federalist members were pushed for posts after the purging.
I don't remember if still-burning embers of scandals past, are re-emerging.
I don't remember what fell last November, some prosecutors axed through Rove's urging.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow, follow, follow?
(Sung to the tune of "Try To Remember" by The Kingston Trio)
Satire about what the willfully forgetful Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez dare not utter, after he was grilled by Congress over the political firings of eight U.S. Attorneys who were deemed "not loyal enough" to the Bush administration. [USA's = U.S. Attorneys]
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(As sung in private by Abu Gonzo:)
I don't remember I tried to dismember the Bill of Rights, to help Dear Leader.
I don't remember I tried to dismember Geneva rights, the terr'ist breeder.
I don't remember I fired eight U.S. Attorneys, who refused to stop vote cheaters.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow?
I don't remember resignations tendered from USA's who were disloyal.
I don't remember the plots Rove engendered; who dreamed of votes that he could spoil.
I don't remember nor will I surrender; for I'll protect Bush, and keep him royal.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow?
(instrumental break)
I don't remember if Federalist members were pushed for posts after the purging.
I don't remember if still-burning embers of scandals past, are re-emerging.
I don't remember what fell last November, some prosecutors axed through Rove's urging.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow, follow, follow?
Friday, May 04, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Boys (KKKOOKs) In Da Hoods
The Holey Trinity: Flush Dimbulb, Shrill O'Really, Yawn Insanity
The Holey Trinity: Flush Dimbulb, Shrill O'Really, Yawn Insanity
Happy Springtime (Bush Is Over)
by Harmony Angels (sung to "Happy Christmas" by John Lennon)
Watch it HERE
by Harmony Angels (sung to "Happy Christmas" by John Lennon)
Watch it HERE
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Impeachment Fever Is Rising
(Sung to the tune of "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)
Inspired by the title of a column in The Nation by John Nichols
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(instrumental intro)
Impeachment fever is rising.
Bush sees more trouble on the way.
Subpoenas, trials are frightenin'
Bush seein' bad times today.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
Bush hates hurricanes, for showing
Him as a dumb, inept buffoon.
Bush saw rivers overflowing;
Drowning New Orleans, left to ruin.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
All right!
(instrumental break)
Bush cannot get his sh*t together.
His policies caused folks to die.
What climate change? (Ignored the weather).
One lie is followed by more lies.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
(Sung to the tune of "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)
Inspired by the title of a column in The Nation by John Nichols
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(instrumental intro)
Impeachment fever is rising.
Bush sees more trouble on the way.
Subpoenas, trials are frightenin'
Bush seein' bad times today.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
Bush hates hurricanes, for showing
Him as a dumb, inept buffoon.
Bush saw rivers overflowing;
Drowning New Orleans, left to ruin.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
All right!
(instrumental break)
Bush cannot get his sh*t together.
His policies caused folks to die.
What climate change? (Ignored the weather).
One lie is followed by more lies.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Alberto
(Sung to the tune of "Key Largo" by Bertie Higgins)
Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez was grilled by both Republican and Democratic senators alike, who sharply questioned his leadership skills as head of the Bush Justice Department; Gonzalez was exposed as an inept, unqualified partisan buffoon.
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Crap was what he uttered...
Lying so hard, he was warned
By Dems and Repubs together;
A.G. Gonzalez now scorned.
Is he a dope, or goofy?
Failing, he spoke so desparately.
Before Congress, a zero.
Gonzo's just a right wing crazy.
CHORUS:
We were appalled...
Prosecutions that he stalled.
Rove played politics, from get-go.
Left flailing away was Alberto.
Gonzalez, he did skid.
"Couldn't recall" what things he did;
Why eight prosecutors were let go.
Let's now get rid of Alberto.
Said he cannot remember...
Where the purges start.
E-mails, Bush won't surrender.
Gonzalez ain't too smart.
Just a "Good Bushie" shill;
Flay him again.
More corruption, there is still;
Bush D.O.J. can't defend.
We were appalled...
Prosecutions that he stalled.
Rove played politics, from get-go.
Left flailing away was Alberto.
Gonzalez, he did skid.
"Couldn't recall" what things he did;
Why eight prosecutors were let go.
Let's now get rid of Alberto.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Key Largo" by Bertie Higgins)
Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez was grilled by both Republican and Democratic senators alike, who sharply questioned his leadership skills as head of the Bush Justice Department; Gonzalez was exposed as an inept, unqualified partisan buffoon.
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Crap was what he uttered...
Lying so hard, he was warned
By Dems and Repubs together;
A.G. Gonzalez now scorned.
Is he a dope, or goofy?
Failing, he spoke so desparately.
Before Congress, a zero.
Gonzo's just a right wing crazy.
CHORUS:
We were appalled...
Prosecutions that he stalled.
Rove played politics, from get-go.
Left flailing away was Alberto.
Gonzalez, he did skid.
"Couldn't recall" what things he did;
Why eight prosecutors were let go.
Let's now get rid of Alberto.
Said he cannot remember...
Where the purges start.
E-mails, Bush won't surrender.
Gonzalez ain't too smart.
Just a "Good Bushie" shill;
Flay him again.
More corruption, there is still;
Bush D.O.J. can't defend.
We were appalled...
Prosecutions that he stalled.
Rove played politics, from get-go.
Left flailing away was Alberto.
Gonzalez, he did skid.
"Couldn't recall" what things he did;
Why eight prosecutors were let go.
Let's now get rid of Alberto.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Friday, April 20, 2007
Gonzo's Grilled
(Sung to the tune of "Railroad Bill")
Embattled Attorney General Alberto ("Gonzo") Gonzalez's was pummeled by Republican and Democratic Senators who sharply questioned his role in the political firing of 8 U.S. Attorneys; he answered "I don't recall" to nearly 100 questions
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Gonzo grilled in the Senate, got panned
For his evasive answers, in the end, could get canned.
Before Congress, Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled; who got the knife?
Eight U.S. Attorneys; he caused this strife.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
CHORUS:
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Why was he appointed? Was he the best?
No, Gonzalez was loyal; passed Bush's test.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Prosecutors scandal, all hell's broke loose.
Gonzo's grilled, Senate said "Vamoose!"
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Now it's clear as crystal, Al has no charm.
Al Gonzalez is clueless; his party's alarmed.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
So, Gonzalez said sorry, but will not take blame.
Fired U.S. Attorneys would not play his game.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled on Capitol Hill
For inept performance, career he will kill.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled; he looked so bad;
The worst round of questioning he ever had.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
(Sung to the tune of "Railroad Bill")
Embattled Attorney General Alberto ("Gonzo") Gonzalez's was pummeled by Republican and Democratic Senators who sharply questioned his role in the political firing of 8 U.S. Attorneys; he answered "I don't recall" to nearly 100 questions
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Gonzo grilled in the Senate, got panned
For his evasive answers, in the end, could get canned.
Before Congress, Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled; who got the knife?
Eight U.S. Attorneys; he caused this strife.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
CHORUS:
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Why was he appointed? Was he the best?
No, Gonzalez was loyal; passed Bush's test.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Prosecutors scandal, all hell's broke loose.
Gonzo's grilled, Senate said "Vamoose!"
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Now it's clear as crystal, Al has no charm.
Al Gonzalez is clueless; his party's alarmed.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
So, Gonzalez said sorry, but will not take blame.
Fired U.S. Attorneys would not play his game.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled on Capitol Hill
For inept performance, career he will kill.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled; he looked so bad;
The worst round of questioning he ever had.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.
Dear Mr. President
P!NK blasts Bush in a concert video:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ugH5MUNNL0c
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?
P!NK blasts Bush in a concert video:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ugH5MUNNL0c
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why
Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?
Friday, April 13, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
While Strolling In Iraq One Day
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")
Satire about Sen. John McCain's bizarre televised walk through Baghdad, pathetically trying to convince people that it was safe to walk about in Iraq, while wearing a bulletproof vest with a heavily armed escort
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While strolling through Iraq one day,
Grim reality was hid away.
John McCain just closed his eyes
Said that Bush would win his prize.
We would win the war, if critics went away.
The pile of corpses you can't see.
(Drank the Kool-Aid Dubya had made.)
McCain is deluded as can be.
(Drank the Kool-Aid Dubya had made.)
Duh!
So immediately, he got flak.
Embarassment left its mark.
People never shall forget
McCain and right wing loons
Staged a walkabout disaster in Iraq.
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")
Satire about Sen. John McCain's bizarre televised walk through Baghdad, pathetically trying to convince people that it was safe to walk about in Iraq, while wearing a bulletproof vest with a heavily armed escort
Click HERE for MIDI music
While strolling through Iraq one day,
Grim reality was hid away.
John McCain just closed his eyes
Said that Bush would win his prize.
We would win the war, if critics went away.
The pile of corpses you can't see.
(Drank the Kool-Aid Dubya had made.)
McCain is deluded as can be.
(Drank the Kool-Aid Dubya had made.)
Duh!
So immediately, he got flak.
Embarassment left its mark.
People never shall forget
McCain and right wing loons
Staged a walkabout disaster in Iraq.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
A.G. Gonzalez
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
A.G. Gonzalez - Congress said, "Let's meet!"
Justice was mismanaged, to help Bush cheat.
Ask Bush's chummies, loyalty hell-bent;
Prosecutors fired by this pResident.
Subpoenas arrive; a future court case?
Bush aides losing sleep for what they'd done.
Al's reviled; fall guy to save Shrub's face.
Is Al now done?
A.G. Gonzalez, clearly not the best.
Justice was mismanaged; he failed his test.
(instrumental)
Is Al now done?
A.G. Gonzalez, lied and he misled.
He'll soon face the music; given up for dead.
Crap from right wing loons is never ending.
Answers for these capers didn't come.
Scandals haven't stopped; Al's still defending
What he had done.
A.G. Gonzalez - Congress said, "Let's meet!"
Justice was mismanaged, to help Bush cheat.
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
A.G. Gonzalez - Congress said, "Let's meet!"
Justice was mismanaged, to help Bush cheat.
Ask Bush's chummies, loyalty hell-bent;
Prosecutors fired by this pResident.
Subpoenas arrive; a future court case?
Bush aides losing sleep for what they'd done.
Al's reviled; fall guy to save Shrub's face.
Is Al now done?
A.G. Gonzalez, clearly not the best.
Justice was mismanaged; he failed his test.
(instrumental)
Is Al now done?
A.G. Gonzalez, lied and he misled.
He'll soon face the music; given up for dead.
Crap from right wing loons is never ending.
Answers for these capers didn't come.
Scandals haven't stopped; Al's still defending
What he had done.
A.G. Gonzalez - Congress said, "Let's meet!"
Justice was mismanaged, to help Bush cheat.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Slammer Time
(Sung to the tune of "Summer Time" from the Broadway musical, "Porgy & Bess")
Click HERE for MIDI music
Slammer time... for the Bushies, so sleazy.
Bush is slumping... and continues to lie.
Payback's a bitch... and impeachment is looming.
Iraq's his quagmire... troops still die.
Impeachment warnings... investigations stinging.
Bush has hidden things... if revealed, blow sky-high.
Bush won't heed warnings... he thinks nothing can harm him.
Will Gonzalez, like Rummy... say goodbye?
(repeat verses)
(Sung to the tune of "Summer Time" from the Broadway musical, "Porgy & Bess")
Click HERE for MIDI music
Slammer time... for the Bushies, so sleazy.
Bush is slumping... and continues to lie.
Payback's a bitch... and impeachment is looming.
Iraq's his quagmire... troops still die.
Impeachment warnings... investigations stinging.
Bush has hidden things... if revealed, blow sky-high.
Bush won't heed warnings... he thinks nothing can harm him.
Will Gonzalez, like Rummy... say goodbye?
(repeat verses)
We Recommend Expulsion
(Sung to the tune of "I Second That Emotion" by Smokey Robinson)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Baby Bush gets impeached - that would be sweet!
Continuing Iraq fight will mean defeat.
Baby Bush, you will pay, and lose it all.
A big waste of money; your party's gonna fall (crash Bush's world)
(Chorus:)
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(brief instrumental break)
Bushies still think that Shrub can't lose his crown.
Bush is out of time, can't hang around.
Most of us think that Shrub played us for fools.
Hid mistakes with lies, while breaking rules.
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(instrumental break)
Baby Bush gets impeached - that would be sweet!
Continuing Iraq fight will mean defeat.
Baby Bush, you will pay, and lose it all.
A big waste of money; your party's gonna fall (crash Bush's world)
(Chorus:)
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(brief instrumental break)
Bushies still think that Shrub can't lose his crown.
Bush is out of time, can't hang around.
Most of us think that Shrub played us for fools.
Hid mistakes with lies, while breaking rules.
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Second That Emotion" by Smokey Robinson)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Baby Bush gets impeached - that would be sweet!
Continuing Iraq fight will mean defeat.
Baby Bush, you will pay, and lose it all.
A big waste of money; your party's gonna fall (crash Bush's world)
(Chorus:)
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(brief instrumental break)
Bushies still think that Shrub can't lose his crown.
Bush is out of time, can't hang around.
Most of us think that Shrub played us for fools.
Hid mistakes with lies, while breaking rules.
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(instrumental break)
Baby Bush gets impeached - that would be sweet!
Continuing Iraq fight will mean defeat.
Baby Bush, you will pay, and lose it all.
A big waste of money; your party's gonna fall (crash Bush's world)
(Chorus:)
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(brief instrumental break)
Bushies still think that Shrub can't lose his crown.
Bush is out of time, can't hang around.
Most of us think that Shrub played us for fools.
Hid mistakes with lies, while breaking rules.
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
(fade)
Alberto
(Sung to the tune of 'Fernando' by ABBA)
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan
In "honor" of Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, who will hopefully soon be resigning in order to "pursue other projects" or "spend time with his family."
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Can you hear the drums, Alberto?
Such a shame to you have to tell a bold faced lie like this
Will you testify, Alberto?
You were lying to yourself and softly hoping you'd go far
I could see the scandal come,
Yet deep inside your walls,you were a shining star
There is justice now, Alberto
Every hour brings you closer to accountability
Are you now afraid, Alberto?
You were young and arrogant, and yes, you were prepared to lie
And I'm not ashamed to say
The sound of people being tortured made me cry
There was something in the way you lied;
It wasn't right, Alberto
There was something you forgot you see:
Legality, Alberto
Though you never thought that you could lose,
There's no regret
If you had to do the same again,
You would, my friend, Alberto
Now you'll go away, Alberto
And for many years, you'll write a book and cross this land
Can you hear the drums, Alberto?
Do you still recall the fateful night your job turned partisan?
I can see it in your eyes,
How proud you were to sit at George Bush's right hand
There was something in the way you lied;
It wasn't right, Alberto
There was something you forgot you see:
Legality, Alberto
Though you never thought that you could lose,
There's no regret
If you had to do the same again,
You would, my friend, Alberto
There was something in the way you lied;
It wasn't right, Alberto
There was something you forgot you see:
Legality, Alberto
Though you never thought that you could lose,
There's no regret
If you had to do the same again,
You would, my friend, Alberto
Yes, if you had to do the same again,
You would my friend, Alberto...
(repeat chorus, fade)
Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2007 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.
Monday, March 26, 2007
"I am not a crook."
Embattled Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez channels Richard Nixon while being grilled by Congress for the U.S. Attorney firings scandal
Embattled Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez channels Richard Nixon while being grilled by Congress for the U.S. Attorney firings scandal
Friday, March 23, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Republican Moron
(Sung to the tune of "American Woman" by The Guess Who)
(Prologue:)
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, he got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
R-E...
P-U...
Say B...
Say L...
Say I...
Say C...
Say A...
Say N...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
[Click HERE to start MIDI music]
(electric guitar riff)
Republican Moron... thinks he's royalty-y.
Republican Moron... named G. Dubya B.
Still more scandals laid at his door.
Bush don't wanna see the face of war.
He's got more important things to do:
Commit war crimes; scoff at law review.
This Moron... must be sent away.
Republican Moron, face Impeachment Day-ay-ay!
(electric guitar solo)
Republican Moron... thinks he's royalty-y.
Republican Moron... named G. Dubya B.
Awe-and-Shocking Iraq through war,
Afghanistan, then Iran, for more.
Through sheer spite, and outing spies,
Shredding freedoms through his lies.
This Moron... must be sent away.
Republican Moron, face Impeachment Day-ay-ay!
Republican Moron... won't get away-ay...
Republican Moron... must be sent away-ay.
Still more scandals laid at his door.
Bush don't wanna see the face of war.
We don't need his war machines.
We don't need his torture scenes.
Shredding freedoms through his lies.
This Moron... G. Dubya B.
Republican Moron... worst Prez in history-y-y!
Go... start impeachment day...
Start impeachment day...
Now go, go, go...
We don't need you, moron.
Bye-bye... bye-bye...
Bye-bye... bye-bye...
You're no good, G.B.
You're no good, W.
You're a crooked prez whom we despise.
Impeach you and all your crew...
You know you gotta leave...
You know you gotta go...
You know you gotta go, Moron...
We will impeach you, Moron...
Goodbye, Republican Moron...
(Sung to the tune of "American Woman" by The Guess Who)
(Prologue:)
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, he got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
R-E...
P-U...
Say B...
Say L...
Say I...
Say C...
Say A...
Say N...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
[Click HERE to start MIDI music]
(electric guitar riff)
Republican Moron... thinks he's royalty-y.
Republican Moron... named G. Dubya B.
Still more scandals laid at his door.
Bush don't wanna see the face of war.
He's got more important things to do:
Commit war crimes; scoff at law review.
This Moron... must be sent away.
Republican Moron, face Impeachment Day-ay-ay!
(electric guitar solo)
Republican Moron... thinks he's royalty-y.
Republican Moron... named G. Dubya B.
Awe-and-Shocking Iraq through war,
Afghanistan, then Iran, for more.
Through sheer spite, and outing spies,
Shredding freedoms through his lies.
This Moron... must be sent away.
Republican Moron, face Impeachment Day-ay-ay!
Republican Moron... won't get away-ay...
Republican Moron... must be sent away-ay.
Still more scandals laid at his door.
Bush don't wanna see the face of war.
We don't need his war machines.
We don't need his torture scenes.
Shredding freedoms through his lies.
This Moron... G. Dubya B.
Republican Moron... worst Prez in history-y-y!
Go... start impeachment day...
Start impeachment day...
Now go, go, go...
We don't need you, moron.
Bye-bye... bye-bye...
Bye-bye... bye-bye...
You're no good, G.B.
You're no good, W.
You're a crooked prez whom we despise.
Impeach you and all your crew...
You know you gotta leave...
You know you gotta go...
You know you gotta go, Moron...
We will impeach you, Moron...
Goodbye, Republican Moron...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
More Sacrifice
(Sung to the tune of "Sacrifice" by Elton John)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush says "Things are fine!"
For war, he's longed.
With itchy trigger fingers.
By his nation, gonged.
No legal bountaries
Will stop this mad man.
Through deceit, he's calling
To start war with other lands.
Cold, cold heart
Of Duh-Buh-You.
Things ain't better, Bush Baby.
He'll soon crash; he's through.
Bush wants more "sacrifice."
His simplistic words.
To Iraq, he gives his view of the world.
Bush wants more sacrifice...
More sacrifice.
Bush wants more sacrifice by all.
Was no misunderstanding.
Altered the facts.
His proclivities beg derision.
Through illegal acts.
The screwed election...
When Congress turned...
The Dems now dam you...
Bush lunacy burns...
(Sung to the tune of "Sacrifice" by Elton John)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush says "Things are fine!"
For war, he's longed.
With itchy trigger fingers.
By his nation, gonged.
No legal bountaries
Will stop this mad man.
Through deceit, he's calling
To start war with other lands.
Cold, cold heart
Of Duh-Buh-You.
Things ain't better, Bush Baby.
He'll soon crash; he's through.
Bush wants more "sacrifice."
His simplistic words.
To Iraq, he gives his view of the world.
Bush wants more sacrifice...
More sacrifice.
Bush wants more sacrifice by all.
Was no misunderstanding.
Altered the facts.
His proclivities beg derision.
Through illegal acts.
The screwed election...
When Congress turned...
The Dems now dam you...
Bush lunacy burns...
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I've Got a Shock-And-Awe Heart
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got A Rock & Roll Heart" by Eric Clapton)
As sung by warmonger Emperor Dubya Bush
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(instrumental intro)
Oil, we're stealing... through all the bombs we've hurled.
I'm at the moment, where I could soon rule the world.
The world says I'm crazy; my reign will implode.
Iran's my new target, hey...
We've got to go... we've got to go...
I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.
Congress had fallen... it did much harm to the Right.
I'll hold my course steady; won't be folding up my fight.
I say there's nothing left for me to explain.
More war, you're gettin', and I don't want to change...
I don't want to change!
I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.
I am not a quitter! We'll win - yes, we could!
All we got to do is just put down insurgents for good.
I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.
(instrumental fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got A Rock & Roll Heart" by Eric Clapton)
As sung by warmonger Emperor Dubya Bush
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(instrumental intro)
Oil, we're stealing... through all the bombs we've hurled.
I'm at the moment, where I could soon rule the world.
The world says I'm crazy; my reign will implode.
Iran's my new target, hey...
We've got to go... we've got to go...
I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.
Congress had fallen... it did much harm to the Right.
I'll hold my course steady; won't be folding up my fight.
I say there's nothing left for me to explain.
More war, you're gettin', and I don't want to change...
I don't want to change!
I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.
I am not a quitter! We'll win - yes, we could!
All we got to do is just put down insurgents for good.
I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.
(instrumental fade)
Monday, February 12, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Escalation
(Sung to the tune of "Revolution" by The Beatles)
Inspired by the essay, "Surge Protectors" by Greg Mitchell, who writes, "...Inside reports suggest President Bush has already decided on sending many more troops to Iraq starting next month. Until now, the media has bought into his labeling of this as a mere "surge." But the media needs to call it by its proper name: escalation."
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Bush said he wants an es-ca-la-tion:
His war surge, a fake show.
Faker wants to rule the world.
A dictator defying our nation;
To his war, we said, "NO!"
Faker wants to rule the world.
And now Bush talks 'bout more destruction:
"Let's go attack Iran!" - hear him shout.
Bush will not tolerate peace; just fight.
Just fight!
Just fight!
Bush says, "No diplomatic solution!
Through war, we will show,
That we're tougher than Iran!"
More war and prisoner execution
Sets Bush all aglow.
We're all booing such a plan.
But war means big money for cronies of Bush, who hate
To lose sweetheart contracts all guaranteed by the state.
Bush will not tolerate peace; just fight.
Just fight!
Just fight!
Bush says he'll change our Constitution;
What he says, must go.
Our nation must change its head.
Impeachment is our only solution;
Bush and Cheney must go!
No more should our troops be bled.
Faked stories of terrorists, no one believes right now.
Bush ain't gonna make peace with anyone anyhow.
Bush will not tolerate peace - just fight!
Just fight!
Just fight!
Just fight! Just fight! Just fight!
Just fight! Just fight! Just fight!
(Sung to the tune of "Revolution" by The Beatles)
Inspired by the essay, "Surge Protectors" by Greg Mitchell, who writes, "...Inside reports suggest President Bush has already decided on sending many more troops to Iraq starting next month. Until now, the media has bought into his labeling of this as a mere "surge." But the media needs to call it by its proper name: escalation."
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(instrumental intro)
Bush said he wants an es-ca-la-tion:
His war surge, a fake show.
Faker wants to rule the world.
A dictator defying our nation;
To his war, we said, "NO!"
Faker wants to rule the world.
And now Bush talks 'bout more destruction:
"Let's go attack Iran!" - hear him shout.
Bush will not tolerate peace; just fight.
Just fight!
Just fight!
Bush says, "No diplomatic solution!
Through war, we will show,
That we're tougher than Iran!"
More war and prisoner execution
Sets Bush all aglow.
We're all booing such a plan.
But war means big money for cronies of Bush, who hate
To lose sweetheart contracts all guaranteed by the state.
Bush will not tolerate peace; just fight.
Just fight!
Just fight!
Bush says he'll change our Constitution;
What he says, must go.
Our nation must change its head.
Impeachment is our only solution;
Bush and Cheney must go!
No more should our troops be bled.
Faked stories of terrorists, no one believes right now.
Bush ain't gonna make peace with anyone anyhow.
Bush will not tolerate peace - just fight!
Just fight!
Just fight!
Just fight! Just fight! Just fight!
Just fight! Just fight! Just fight!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
After Their Drubbing
(Sung to the tune of "After The Loving" by Englebert Humperdinck)
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The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
They got hung at the polls; sent away.
Bush the Dope must now fear
This could lead to his own impeachment day.
Extra hard is his pain;
Bush the King now is reeling.
Place by place, his support has run dry.
Now the Shrub hasn't much,
And he's found booing voices greet his lies.
Bush mistakenly... thought he'd rule through point of a gun.
No mistakes does he... admit he's done.
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental break)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "After The Loving" by Englebert Humperdinck)
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(instrumental intro)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
They got hung at the polls; sent away.
Bush the Dope must now fear
This could lead to his own impeachment day.
Extra hard is his pain;
Bush the King now is reeling.
Place by place, his support has run dry.
Now the Shrub hasn't much,
And he's found booing voices greet his lies.
Bush mistakenly... thought he'd rule through point of a gun.
No mistakes does he... admit he's done.
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental break)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental ending)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Hundreds of thousands gathered in Washington DC to protest the Bush Administration on Jan. 27, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
The Great Decider
(Sung to the tune of "The Great Pretender" by The Platters)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya:
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Deciding my war's going well.
I'll need more bucks, more troops, more trucks
If only, more war, I can sell.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Adrift in a world of my own.
I play war games, but I won't take blame.
Need cronies; can't scheme all alone.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
(Sung to the tune of "The Great Pretender" by The Platters)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya:
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Deciding my war's going well.
I'll need more bucks, more troops, more trucks
If only, more war, I can sell.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Adrift in a world of my own.
I play war games, but I won't take blame.
Need cronies; can't scheme all alone.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Lay Him Low! Lay Him Low! Lay Him Low!
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Vaughn Monroe)
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For Republicans, it's been frightening:
Losing power, nooses tightening.
The voters, to Bush, said, "No!"
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
In Iraq, there's no signs of stopping
Bush's war, nor bombs they're dropping.
Impeach him now; Bush must go!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
For his war, there's no end in sight.
From the world, Bush gets nothing but scorn.
He's still sending more troops to fight.
His failure, domestic and foreign.
More violence and more dying
In Iraq, through Bush's lying.
For war crimes, we loathe him so!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Vaughn Monroe)
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(instrumental intro)
For Republicans, it's been frightening:
Losing power, nooses tightening.
The voters, to Bush, said, "No!"
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
In Iraq, there's no signs of stopping
Bush's war, nor bombs they're dropping.
Impeach him now; Bush must go!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
For his war, there's no end in sight.
From the world, Bush gets nothing but scorn.
He's still sending more troops to fight.
His failure, domestic and foreign.
More violence and more dying
In Iraq, through Bush's lying.
For war crimes, we loathe him so!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Heinous
(Sung to the tune of "Venus" by Shocking Blue)
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Bush is a monumental flop,
Squirming 'cause this duck is lame.
Now plummeting, fealty to Shrub.
So heinous is his name.
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
No weapons in Iraq, just lies.
Making war was Bush's plan.
Black gold, the Far Right's true cause.
Now heeds no one else; he's mad. (War!)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Venus" by Shocking Blue)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush is a monumental flop,
Squirming 'cause this duck is lame.
Now plummeting, fealty to Shrub.
So heinous is his name.
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
No weapons in Iraq, just lies.
Making war was Bush's plan.
Black gold, the Far Right's true cause.
Now heeds no one else; he's mad. (War!)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental ending)
The Decider
(Sung to the tune of "The Letter" by The Boxtops)
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When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby's says he's "The Decider."
He don't care how much money he's gonna spend.
He'll stay the course in Iraq without end.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
(instrumental intro)
(Sung to the tune of "The Letter" by The Boxtops)
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(instrumental intro)
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby's says he's "The Decider."
He don't care how much money he's gonna spend.
He'll stay the course in Iraq without end.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
(instrumental intro)
Monday, December 11, 2006
Rove Is Looking For His Touch
(Sung to the tune of "Tush" by ZZ Top)
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He f**ked up!
They went down.
G.O.P. burned to the ground.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... (uh-oh!)
House and Senate both went down.
Rove ain't looking good to Bush.
It's all bad!
Nothing's good!
Voters told them where they stood.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(guitar break)
Bush's pack? Send 'em home!
All by himself, all alone.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(repeat and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Tush" by ZZ Top)
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He f**ked up!
They went down.
G.O.P. burned to the ground.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... (uh-oh!)
House and Senate both went down.
Rove ain't looking good to Bush.
It's all bad!
Nothing's good!
Voters told them where they stood.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(guitar break)
Bush's pack? Send 'em home!
All by himself, all alone.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(repeat and fade)
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Friday, December 01, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Impeach Bush, The Right Wing Czar
(Sung to the tune of "Drive My Car" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
Ask the world 'bout George Dubya B:
They said, "Bush Baby's... blind; can't see!
Warmonger! Heinous! A travesty!"
World condemnation still remains unseen.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
To save the world now, our prospects ain't good.
Science? Bush Baby misunderstood.
Working for wingnuts, appalling war crimes.
Removing Bush brings us better times.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bush told the world they must do things his way.
He wouldn't listen to what they had to say.
Bush got his war; Iraq's breaking apart.
He's Bush The Warmonger, more wars he'd start.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
(Sung to the tune of "Drive My Car" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
Ask the world 'bout George Dubya B:
They said, "Bush Baby's... blind; can't see!
Warmonger! Heinous! A travesty!"
World condemnation still remains unseen.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
To save the world now, our prospects ain't good.
Science? Bush Baby misunderstood.
Working for wingnuts, appalling war crimes.
Removing Bush brings us better times.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bush told the world they must do things his way.
He wouldn't listen to what they had to say.
Bush got his war; Iraq's breaking apart.
He's Bush The Warmonger, more wars he'd start.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Impeachment Hell
(Sung to the tune of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley)
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Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
Although Bush once was touted,
His regime's met its doom.
His broken party Congress now cries
With losers' gloom.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
The world's hate, he's sowing,
For Shrub's Iraq attack.
The memos out from Downing Street
Made liars of his pack.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
(Sung to the tune of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley)
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Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
Although Bush once was touted,
His regime's met its doom.
His broken party Congress now cries
With losers' gloom.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
The world's hate, he's sowing,
For Shrub's Iraq attack.
The memos out from Downing Street
Made liars of his pack.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
Friday, November 17, 2006
Good Riddance To The Gingrichites
CBS' Dick Meyer: GOP 'Chess Club' Ruled The House For 12 Years And Won't Be Missed
Excerpt:
"...The iconic figures of this era were Newt Gingrich, Richard Armey and Tom Delay. They were zealous advocates of free markets, low taxes and the pursuit of wealth; they were hawks and often bellicose; they were brutal critics of big government.
Yet none of these guys had success in capitalism. None made any real money before coming to Congress. None of them spent a day in uniform. And they all spent the bulk of their adult careers getting paychecks from the big government they claimed to despise. Two resigned in disgrace.
Having these guys in charge of a radical conservative agenda was like, well, putting Mark Foley in charge of the Missing and Exploited Children Caucus. Indeed, Foley was elected in the Class of '94 and is not an inappropriate symbol of their regime.
More than the others, Newton Leroy Gingrich lived out a very special hypocrisy. In addition to the above biographical dissonance, Gingrich was one of the most sharp-tongued, articulate and persuasive attack dogs in modern politics. His favorite target was the supposed immorality and corruption of the Democratic Party. With soaring rhetoric, he condemned his opponents as anti-American and dangerous to our country's family values — "grotesque" was a favorite word.
Yet this was a man who was divorced twice — the first time when his wife was hospitalized for cancer treatment, the second time after an affair was revealed."
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
They Lost And Now They're Reeling
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers)
The perfect storm of a lost war in Iraq, scandals, and corruption cause voters to reject Bush's policies, as the Republicans lose both the House and Senate, leaving Bush a lame (dead) duck
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Voters exposed the lies of his war, while more scandal drips.
Our nation's rudderless; Bush is sore, as his power slips.
Shrub's lying hard, but he's blown it (did he!)
Bush Baby, voters have shown it...
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Rumsfeld, a war-crime crook we despise,
Likewise, W.
The press is starting to criticize everything he'll do.
Bush now wants more secret spying (does he?)
Bush Baby, now your regime is dying.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Hey, Bush Baby... your Congress gone because of you.
Voters no longer love you, like they used to do... (yeah!)
Rejected Shrub... the Shrub... the Shrub, this past election day.
And Rove... Rove... Rove... Rove let it slip away!
Fading (fading)... fading (fading)...
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers)
The perfect storm of a lost war in Iraq, scandals, and corruption cause voters to reject Bush's policies, as the Republicans lose both the House and Senate, leaving Bush a lame (dead) duck
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Voters exposed the lies of his war, while more scandal drips.
Our nation's rudderless; Bush is sore, as his power slips.
Shrub's lying hard, but he's blown it (did he!)
Bush Baby, voters have shown it...
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Rumsfeld, a war-crime crook we despise,
Likewise, W.
The press is starting to criticize everything he'll do.
Bush now wants more secret spying (does he?)
Bush Baby, now your regime is dying.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Hey, Bush Baby... your Congress gone because of you.
Voters no longer love you, like they used to do... (yeah!)
Rejected Shrub... the Shrub... the Shrub, this past election day.
And Rove... Rove... Rove... Rove let it slip away!
Fading (fading)... fading (fading)...
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
(repeat refrain and fade)
When Rummy Comes Marching Home
(To the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan
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When Rummy comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll say he is a brilliant man
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Republicans will pretend to sob
And Bush will say 'heckuva job'
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
The body bags we'll pile high
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Facts we don't like we will deny
Hurray! Hurrah!
Republicans will sing his praise
And talk of progress every day
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Get ready for the legacy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
A quagmire no victory
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2006 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.
(To the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan
Click HERE for MIDI music
When Rummy comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll say he is a brilliant man
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Republicans will pretend to sob
And Bush will say 'heckuva job'
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
The body bags we'll pile high
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Facts we don't like we will deny
Hurray! Hurrah!
Republicans will sing his praise
And talk of progress every day
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Get ready for the legacy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
A quagmire no victory
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2006 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Bush Daddy To The Rescue...In the aftermath of the disastrous mid-term elections, Bush Daddy and his gang are now trying to salvage Dubya's presi-dunce-y
Parody originally written on May 10, 2002:
Bush Daddy To The Rescue
(Sung to the tune of "Jim Dandy" by Black Oak Arkansas)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
(Chorus)
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
He had Dubya installed on top.
Junior hates the heat; he'll flop.
Daddy Bush is the power source.
Helps Dubya ride his horse.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
They took over the world, by coup.
Little George don't know what to do.
Dick Cheney helps him get by.
There isn't anything the Right won't try.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Out joy riding on a submarine:
Bush's donors thought it was so keen.
Then they rammed a boat, which cost nine lives.
Captain took the rap, so Bush survives.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Nineteen terrorists all took great pains
To hit buildings with hijacked airplanes.
Bush had business ties of ill repute,
Now the Carlyle Group are gettin' loot.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
(repeat chorus and fade)
Parody originally written on May 10, 2002:
Bush Daddy To The Rescue
(Sung to the tune of "Jim Dandy" by Black Oak Arkansas)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
(Chorus)
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
He had Dubya installed on top.
Junior hates the heat; he'll flop.
Daddy Bush is the power source.
Helps Dubya ride his horse.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
They took over the world, by coup.
Little George don't know what to do.
Dick Cheney helps him get by.
There isn't anything the Right won't try.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Out joy riding on a submarine:
Bush's donors thought it was so keen.
Then they rammed a boat, which cost nine lives.
Captain took the rap, so Bush survives.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Nineteen terrorists all took great pains
To hit buildings with hijacked airplanes.
Bush had business ties of ill repute,
Now the Carlyle Group are gettin' loot.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
(repeat chorus and fade)
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Choke On A Pretzel
An original song written and performed by Brian R. Krause
(click on the title link above to hear Brian's MP3 recording)
In California and in New England
'Round the Great Lakes proud and blue
In the big cities we hear the people
Listen, and you'll hear them, too
The first time wasn't far enough
For someone known for standin' tough
We're waiting for the moment when
Your chance comes 'round again
Chorus:
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
Not by a missile or an explosion
Or from some birds with the flu
Not by some water, flooding or poisoned
Or air with too much CO2
The irony would just get lost
And snack food has the lowest cost
The greatest chance of getting through
This wish we have for you
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
An original song written and performed by Brian R. Krause
(click on the title link above to hear Brian's MP3 recording)
In California and in New England
'Round the Great Lakes proud and blue
In the big cities we hear the people
Listen, and you'll hear them, too
The first time wasn't far enough
For someone known for standin' tough
We're waiting for the moment when
Your chance comes 'round again
Chorus:
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
Not by a missile or an explosion
Or from some birds with the flu
Not by some water, flooding or poisoned
Or air with too much CO2
The irony would just get lost
And snack food has the lowest cost
The greatest chance of getting through
This wish we have for you
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Leave The White House! Bush, You've Failed!
(Sung to the tune of "A White Shade Of Pale" by Procul Harum)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(organ intro)
The Ripper, Bush, has strangled...
Our democracy; no more.
All while stealing power, he's sick.
His crowd calls out, "More war!"
His doom is coming, harder.
Through elections, he will pay.
He'll be thrown out; and his power we'll shrink.
He'll face impeachment day.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
He made war for no reason.
Hid the truth, from A to Z.
Through war, plundered oil; while slaying, scarred...
Iraq, no democracy.
While Mark Foley's weird perversions
Turn Republicans to toast.
Karl Rove, through lies, is hopin'
The next elections don't make him a ghost.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "A White Shade Of Pale" by Procul Harum)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(organ intro)
The Ripper, Bush, has strangled...
Our democracy; no more.
All while stealing power, he's sick.
His crowd calls out, "More war!"
His doom is coming, harder.
Through elections, he will pay.
He'll be thrown out; and his power we'll shrink.
He'll face impeachment day.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
He made war for no reason.
Hid the truth, from A to Z.
Through war, plundered oil; while slaying, scarred...
Iraq, no democracy.
While Mark Foley's weird perversions
Turn Republicans to toast.
Karl Rove, through lies, is hopin'
The next elections don't make him a ghost.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(instrumental ending)
Friday, October 27, 2006
Hit A Road Block
(Sung to the tune of "Hit The Road, Jack" by Ray Charles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
They're morons, they're morons; George Bush and his team.
They're a team of dumb morons; more war is their dream.
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush Baby, Bush Baby, takin' heat now today.
Our rights attacked, before Election Day
(Don't care whom he screws, nor if he's understood;
Only those with money, Bush considers good.)
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Hit The Road, Jack" by Ray Charles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
They're morons, they're morons; George Bush and his team.
They're a team of dumb morons; more war is their dream.
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush Baby, Bush Baby, takin' heat now today.
Our rights attacked, before Election Day
(Don't care whom he screws, nor if he's understood;
Only those with money, Bush considers good.)
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(fade)
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Rolling Stone magazine proclaims The Worst Congress Ever - How our national legislature has become a stable of thieves and perverts -- in five easy steps
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Unacceptable
(Sung to the tune of "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole)
Click HERE for MIDI music
[Inspired by a Washington Post article entitled Bush Confounded by the 'Unacceptable' - President Wields Word More Freely as His Frustration Rises and His Influence Ebbs]
(instrumental intro)
"Unacceptable!" proclaimed the czar.
"Unacceptable!" Bush can't get far.
Always wrong, the Shrub still clings to see:
Power bought; rich friends get things for free.
His Iraq War, breeds resistance that's...
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
(instrumental interlude)
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
(Sung to the tune of "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole)
Click HERE for MIDI music
[Inspired by a Washington Post article entitled Bush Confounded by the 'Unacceptable' - President Wields Word More Freely as His Frustration Rises and His Influence Ebbs]
(instrumental intro)
"Unacceptable!" proclaimed the czar.
"Unacceptable!" Bush can't get far.
Always wrong, the Shrub still clings to see:
Power bought; rich friends get things for free.
His Iraq War, breeds resistance that's...
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
(instrumental interlude)
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Vile King
(Sung to the tune of "Wild Thing" by The Troggs)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, your brain's puny!
Vile king!
Vile king, the world loathes you.
Impeachment, we know's the cure.
Neo-cons for whom you fight:
We loathe you!
(instrumental break)
Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, you're brain's puny!
Vile king!
Vile king, we think you're looney.
Impeachment, we know's the cure.
You've fallen down from your height.
You're looney!
(instrumental break)
Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, you're brain's puny!
Vile king!
(repeat last verse and fade)
Foley Went Down
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")
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(instrumental intro)
The GOP's squawkin' 'bout looming defeat
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Ignited a scandal for which they take heat
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's on-line encounters are stuff we read now
Say they, "Foley went down!"
All their excuses failed, they cry, "That's enough, now!"
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's party in anguish, this election year.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Shot with their own arrow, by scandals, they fear.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Revelations unzippered, how far did it go?
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Did much harm, so much harm; this scandal won't slow.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Bad, the way things are going for the G.O.P.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Foley's scandal has triggered a meltdown, we see.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Flush the House of their racket that went way too far.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Now fate's knocked them down; hypocrites, what they are.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
The GOP's squawkin' 'bout looming defeat
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Ignited a scandal for which they take heat
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's on-line encounters are stuff we read now
Say they, "Foley went down!"
All their excuses failed, they cry, "That's enough, now!"
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's party in anguish, this election year.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Shot with their own arrow, by scandals, they fear.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Revelations unzippered, how far did it go?
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Did much harm, so much harm; this scandal won't slow.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Bad, the way things are going for the G.O.P.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Foley's scandal has triggered a meltdown, we see.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Flush the House of their racket that went way too far.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Now fate's knocked them down; hypocrites, what they are.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Why Dennis Hastert's excuses about his role in hiding the Foley scandal don't pass the smell test...
Sunday, October 08, 2006
What's Mark Foley's favorite game?
Answer: FLIP THE PAGE.
Answer: FLIP THE PAGE.
"How Do You Sleep?"Anti-Bush audio MP3 parodies, lyrics written and performed by Timarg (Sung to the tune of "How Do You Sleep?" by John Lennon). Thanks, Tim!
Version 1
Version 2
Version 1
Version 2
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Fox News "fair and balanced"?! NOT!!! On three occasions, Fox News labeled disgraced Republican Congressman Mark Foley (R-FL), who resigned over sexually explicit communications with congressional pages, as a Democrat.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Imagine Bush's People
(Sung to the tune of "Imagine" by John Lennon)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Imagine Bush in prison
For war crimes, when he's tried.
It's hell for POTUS.
Started two wars, and lied.
Imagine Bush's people
Tried before the world.
(Ha, ha, Dubya...)
Imagine if our country
Told BushCo they were through.
No wars to kill or die for,
Wars 'bout religion, too.
Imagine Bush's people
Jailed to save the peace
(Bush coup now is through)
Some may say Chavez was a screamer.
For them, his speech wasn't fun.
But nowadays the whole world condemns us,
And the world calls Bush the Evil One.
Imagine how repression
Of our rights was planned.
Bush feeding greed, not hunger.
Defense of torture, panned.
Imagine Bush's people
Tried before the world.
(Bush coup now is through)
Some may say Chavez was a screamer
For them, his speech wasn't fun.
But nowadays the whole world condemns us,
And the world calls Bush the Evil One.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Folly Foley
(Sung to the tune of "Holly Holy" by Neil Diamond)
Satire inspired by Republican Congressman Mark Foley (R-FL), who resigned in disgrace over a sex scandal involving sexually explicit e-mails and Instant Messaging (IM) with congressional pages, and a 10 month long cover-up by many of the House Republican leadership. Ironically, Foley was the chairman of the House caucus on missing and exploited children and has long crusaded for tough laws against those who use the Internet for sexual exploitation of children.
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Folly Foley lies.
He's a horny dude.
He has scrammed, for his scam.
His world has caved in.
Folly Foley.
Folly Foley's creamed.
Taunting him are boos.
Called him scum.
Dropped his run, 'cause he can't win, still.
Folly Foley.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong for long.
(Sling!) Sling him out.
(Sting!) Sting his throng.
Scared!
Scared!
All was spun, Foley's dead in the sights,
And he's done, when the law strings him high.
Cover plan, those who squawked, uptight
'Cause their main man is gonna fry
Gonna fry...
Gonna fry...
Folly; Foley's flub:
Pages, lust ran wild.
And his seed
That was spilled, now is his sorrow.
Folly Foley.
Folly Foley's creamed.
Taunting him are boos.
Called him scum.
Dropped his run, 'cause he can't win, still.
Folly Foley.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong for long.
(Sling!) Sling him out.
(Sting!) Sting his throng.
Scared!
Scared!
All was spun, Foley's dead in the sights,
And he's done, when the law strings him high.
Cover plan, those who squawked, uptight
'Cause their main man is gonna fry
Gonna fry...
Gonna fry...
Folly Foley screams,
'Cause he knows he's screwed.
Folly Foley's flub...
Folly Foley's flub...
(repeat last line and fade)
Friday, September 29, 2006
If I Were A Dictator
(Sung to the tune of "If I Were A Carpenter" by Johnny Cash)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:
If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
I could torture and enslave,
And no one would mind me.
From terrorists plots, I'll save
You, if you'll follow blindly.
Making war through phoniness
Making war tomorrow
War rescues me from crony's mess.
I'll just spend and borrow.
Bombed Afghanistan, but good.
World doesn't love me.
Then I bombed Iraq, 'cause I could.
There's no one above me.
If I were a killer,
I could kill, by blinding...
People who get their news from Fox;
Shield truth from them finding.
If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
(Sung to the tune of "If I Were A Carpenter" by Johnny Cash)
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:
If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
I could torture and enslave,
And no one would mind me.
From terrorists plots, I'll save
You, if you'll follow blindly.
Making war through phoniness
Making war tomorrow
War rescues me from crony's mess.
I'll just spend and borrow.
Bombed Afghanistan, but good.
World doesn't love me.
Then I bombed Iraq, 'cause I could.
There's no one above me.
If I were a killer,
I could kill, by blinding...
People who get their news from Fox;
Shield truth from them finding.
If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Dubya's Iraq Quagmire
(Sung to the tune of "Light My Fire" by The Doors)
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(instrumental intro)
We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
(long instrumental break)
War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Light My Fire" by The Doors)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
(long instrumental break)
War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!
(instrumental ending)
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Chavez Was Mocking Bush At The U.N.
(Sung to the tune of "Somebody's Knockin' by Terri Gibbs)
Inspired by Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez, who excoriated Bush as "The Devil" in his speech at the United Nations, for aiding and abetting a right wing coup to overthrow him in Venezuela
Sorry, no MIDI music is available
(instrumental intro)
Chavez was mocking... Bush at the U.N.
Called him The Devil, a crook who's quite dim.
Bush really hates him, and so does his team.
The coups they tried didn't succeed.
Chavez was talkin' - he blistered G.B.
Disgrace is Shrub's face, in world history.
They're trouble-seekers, George Bush and his throng,
Who think they've done nothing wrong.
Bush wants to tap your telephone line,
To spy on how you're spendin your time... alone.
Wars Bush must have, by "heavenly right."
War fever's burnin,' "over there" we will fight, not home.
(instrumental interlude)
Chavez was mocking... Bush at the U.N.
Called him The Devil; a crook who's quite dim.
Bush really hates him, and so does his team.
The coups they tried didn't succeed.
Bush wants to tap your telephone line,
To spy on how you're spendin' your time... alone.
Wars Bush must have, by "heavenly right."
War fever's burnin,' "over there" we will fight, not home.
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
(repeat last line and fade)
Click on link to see the You Tube Flash Animation of "Devil (Bush) With The Blue Dress On"
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Let's Forget The Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush
(instrumental intro)
Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
I grabbed powers; I want more!
Though the Supreme Court says they oppose
Holding prisoners of war.
Torture brings useful information
That I can use just to scare the nation.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!
Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Through my spy program, I'll see
Evil plans that you won't tell me.
How right brownshirts can be!
We can torture a man, we can make him choke,
If he's deemed a "threat" to me.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!
Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Torture prisons 'round the world:
Pris'ners go from "this," and they're sent to "that."
Let my spyin' program unfurl,
To tell me terrorists will attack; make us look weak,
So don't prattle on; don't dare to speak!
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!
Let's forget the... let's forget the...
Let's forget the... Constitution.
No Constitution!
No Constitution!
No Constitution!
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush
(instrumental intro)
Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
I grabbed powers; I want more!
Though the Supreme Court says they oppose
Holding prisoners of war.
Torture brings useful information
That I can use just to scare the nation.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!
Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Through my spy program, I'll see
Evil plans that you won't tell me.
How right brownshirts can be!
We can torture a man, we can make him choke,
If he's deemed a "threat" to me.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!
Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Torture prisons 'round the world:
Pris'ners go from "this," and they're sent to "that."
Let my spyin' program unfurl,
To tell me terrorists will attack; make us look weak,
So don't prattle on; don't dare to speak!
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!
Let's forget the... let's forget the...
Let's forget the... Constitution.
No Constitution!
No Constitution!
No Constitution!
(fade)
Monday, September 18, 2006
Dumb Fellow's Terror Charade
(Sung to the tune of "Longfellow Serenade" by Neil Diamond)
(instrumental intro)
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Dumb Fellow's terror charade;
War-making plans Bush laid.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer,
They'd keep us all afraid...
And Bush said he was born to bring right wing bliss.
Where he goes, crowds boo and hiss!
Bush loves his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.
Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."
He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.
(brief instrumental break)
Dumb Fellow's terror charade.
War-making plans Bush made.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer;
They'd keep us all afraid
And we must say, we loathe Bush as none before;
Loathed lying words for war.
Enriched his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.
Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."
He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.
(Sung to the tune of "Longfellow Serenade" by Neil Diamond)
(instrumental intro)
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Dumb Fellow's terror charade;
War-making plans Bush laid.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer,
They'd keep us all afraid...
And Bush said he was born to bring right wing bliss.
Where he goes, crowds boo and hiss!
Bush loves his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.
Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."
He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.
(brief instrumental break)
Dumb Fellow's terror charade.
War-making plans Bush made.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer;
They'd keep us all afraid
And we must say, we loathe Bush as none before;
Loathed lying words for war.
Enriched his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.
Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."
He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Moron, Moron
(Sung to the tune of "Woman, Woman" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)
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(instrumental intro)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
This song's about the POTUS*
What his spin team cannot hide:
They are so afraid to let Bush speak a line.
And lately, we've seen W,
Whose brain must now be fri-i-ied.
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
The whole world hates that W.
What we think, he don't care.
Lied for wars, disgraced;
Won't change, he's made up his mind.
Iraq, Afghanistan attacked,
He's on a killing spree-ee.
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
(instrumental break)
This moron cares for privileged crooks,
Made thievery so smooth.
He caught hell for scandals leaked; we won't stay blind.
The Bush regime's betrayed us, they're all crooks with W.
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Woman, Woman" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)
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(instrumental intro)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
This song's about the POTUS*
What his spin team cannot hide:
They are so afraid to let Bush speak a line.
And lately, we've seen W,
Whose brain must now be fri-i-ied.
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
The whole world hates that W.
What we think, he don't care.
Lied for wars, disgraced;
Won't change, he's made up his mind.
Iraq, Afghanistan attacked,
He's on a killing spree-ee.
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
(instrumental break)
This moron cares for privileged crooks,
Made thievery so smooth.
He caught hell for scandals leaked; we won't stay blind.
The Bush regime's betrayed us, they're all crooks with W.
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
(repeat refrain and fade)
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Is Bush An Idiot?
(This question was asked by former GOP congressman Joe Scarborough, now MSNBC pundit.)
(This question was asked by former GOP congressman Joe Scarborough, now MSNBC pundit.)
Friday, August 18, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
I Ripped Apart the Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett)
As sung by Emperor George Dubya Bush:
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I cannot be embarrassed; more power comes my way.
War glory brings it home; you must do what I say.
9-11 made my throne, though was rotten for Manhattan.
I'll rule at home without pity, while you pay...
I ripped apart... the Constitution.
So I can kill... all foes of me.
There'll be more Middle Eastern wars;
Keep terr-ists far from our shores.
We're keeping logs... on those who dare... scream "unfair!"
I do not care... 'bout Constitution.
A piece of paper won't stop me.
I'll decide what... to do; no Constitution,
Because I want... my monarchy.
(Sung to the tune of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett)
As sung by Emperor George Dubya Bush:
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I cannot be embarrassed; more power comes my way.
War glory brings it home; you must do what I say.
9-11 made my throne, though was rotten for Manhattan.
I'll rule at home without pity, while you pay...
I ripped apart... the Constitution.
So I can kill... all foes of me.
There'll be more Middle Eastern wars;
Keep terr-ists far from our shores.
We're keeping logs... on those who dare... scream "unfair!"
I do not care... 'bout Constitution.
A piece of paper won't stop me.
I'll decide what... to do; no Constitution,
Because I want... my monarchy.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Still Committing War Crimes
(Sung to the tune of "Gonna Have A Good Time" - Theme from "Fat Albert & The Cosby Kids")
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(Spoken:)
Hey, hey, hey! Here's Bad Dubya.
He's done everything that's wrong to do.
Ineptitude shown by the whole Bush crew.
What have they done now,
Shrub's neoconning gang?
Tryin' to start another
Mideast war with a bang!
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
(Spoken:)
Watch out - George Dubya's coming at you with hubris, all spun.
If you're not careful, Bush will burn something, through war, for fun.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
(Sung to the tune of "Gonna Have A Good Time" - Theme from "Fat Albert & The Cosby Kids")
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(Spoken:)
Hey, hey, hey! Here's Bad Dubya.
He's done everything that's wrong to do.
Ineptitude shown by the whole Bush crew.
What have they done now,
Shrub's neoconning gang?
Tryin' to start another
Mideast war with a bang!
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
(Spoken:)
Watch out - George Dubya's coming at you with hubris, all spun.
If you're not careful, Bush will burn something, through war, for fun.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Emperor Who's Crazy
(Sung to the tune of "Ukulele Lady" by Bette Midler)
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A true disaster, Mr. Bush Lite, 'til his impeachment day.
Job he won't master, Mr. Bush Lite, 'til his impeachment day.
'Til we impeach him, we'll never teach him, to learn to get along.
With other nations of the world, fights, to sustain his throng.
Do you... like... an emperor who's crazy?
The emperor who's crazy: W.
Do you... like... cronies who are shady?
Foaming at the mouth, Bush crew.
We won't miss an emperor who's crazy,
What he' promised never will be true.
When he seized power, he went crazy,
Takin' all your rights from you.
Outing a spy... spreading big lies...
Always blames somebody else (not his Vice)
'Twas Karl Rove conspiring with Libby
Emperor conspired with them, too.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.
Bush brought to power by the Loon Right; bring his impeachment day.
Things going sour for the Loon Right; bring Bush impeachment day.
The way it's going, crises are growing; our ship of state does list.
While Bush's buddies of the Loon Right go to jail, unmissed.
Do you... like... an emperor who's crazy?
The emperor who's crazy: W.
Do you... like... cronies who are shady?
Foaming at the mouth, Bush crew.
We won't miss an emperor who's crazy,
What he' promised never will be true.
When he seized power, he went crazy,
Takin' all your rights from you.
Outing a spy... spreading big lies...
Always blames somebody else (not his Vice)
'Twas Karl Rove conspiring with Libby
Emperor conspired with them, too.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy.
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy.
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.
(Sung to the tune of "Ukulele Lady" by Bette Midler)
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A true disaster, Mr. Bush Lite, 'til his impeachment day.
Job he won't master, Mr. Bush Lite, 'til his impeachment day.
'Til we impeach him, we'll never teach him, to learn to get along.
With other nations of the world, fights, to sustain his throng.
Do you... like... an emperor who's crazy?
The emperor who's crazy: W.
Do you... like... cronies who are shady?
Foaming at the mouth, Bush crew.
We won't miss an emperor who's crazy,
What he' promised never will be true.
When he seized power, he went crazy,
Takin' all your rights from you.
Outing a spy... spreading big lies...
Always blames somebody else (not his Vice)
'Twas Karl Rove conspiring with Libby
Emperor conspired with them, too.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.
Bush brought to power by the Loon Right; bring his impeachment day.
Things going sour for the Loon Right; bring Bush impeachment day.
The way it's going, crises are growing; our ship of state does list.
While Bush's buddies of the Loon Right go to jail, unmissed.
Do you... like... an emperor who's crazy?
The emperor who's crazy: W.
Do you... like... cronies who are shady?
Foaming at the mouth, Bush crew.
We won't miss an emperor who's crazy,
What he' promised never will be true.
When he seized power, he went crazy,
Takin' all your rights from you.
Outing a spy... spreading big lies...
Always blames somebody else (not his Vice)
'Twas Karl Rove conspiring with Libby
Emperor conspired with them, too.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy.
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy.
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.
More War, I'll See To
(Sung to the tune of "The More I See You" by Chris Montez)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya, The Warmonger
(instrumental intro)
More war, I'll see to.
More war, I want, too.
My polls are reeling,
Dissent just grows.
I plan to spy and I'll find
What's bad about you.
War cost, passed on you
And on my foes.
Terror imagined,
Made King of W.
More war, I'll see to.
Use fear to spy.
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!
War crimes? Change the statute!
It's not the first time.
It's time you feared me.
To kill ain't new.
And I am not a simple king;
What I'd paid dues for:
You have no rights,
Thanks to right wing coup.
Terror imagined,
Made King of W.
More war, I'll see to.
Use fear to spy.
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!
(Sung to the tune of "The More I See You" by Chris Montez)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya, The Warmonger
(instrumental intro)
More war, I'll see to.
More war, I want, too.
My polls are reeling,
Dissent just grows.
I plan to spy and I'll find
What's bad about you.
War cost, passed on you
And on my foes.
Terror imagined,
Made King of W.
More war, I'll see to.
Use fear to spy.
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!
War crimes? Change the statute!
It's not the first time.
It's time you feared me.
To kill ain't new.
And I am not a simple king;
What I'd paid dues for:
You have no rights,
Thanks to right wing coup.
Terror imagined,
Made King of W.
More war, I'll see to.
Use fear to spy.
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Toddler flips the bird at Bush's press conference after issuing his first-ever veto against stem cell research
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Who Wants No Press Around With Him
(Sung to the tune of "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" by Jim Croce)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush crown's got its hustlers;
The New York Times called "bums."
After Downing Street, Bush is a slick talker,
But like Cheney, he can't shoot a gun.
Yeah, the Shrub is dumb as a man can come,
But with Cheney, he's our country's boss.
He's labeled "bad folks" all those who hindered the Right,
But like his polls, his Iraq war's lost.
His lost cause...
People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(No free press in Herr Bush's theocracy!)
You know who blew up a country just to steal their oil?
For Iraq, people there blame him.
Bush is a fool who despoiled; DU shells in their soil.
Folks at home just call him dim.
Bush has made himself King of Pennsylvania street;
Who's going to stop his mad attack?
His crooks just took all our money to make war with Rummy,
And it's time to take our country back!
(Impeach Bush and his pack!)
People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(No free press in Herr Bush's theocracy!)
Even Rush can't hide Bush's poll gloom,
Bullsh*tting can't stop his Iraq defeat.
He'll soon be cuttin' and runnin' -
His war party and his buddies sold their souls for their power seat.
Bush has been cut in a hundred places;
And more scandals will cut him more.
Bush would have you believe his fairy tales and stories;
Used the press just to sell his war...
He got his war...
People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
His lost cause...
(Spoken:
Yeah, big stink in Eye-Rack... press under attack.
Bush started musclin' news folks; strange, but-true.
Even though he's got a big-time custom-made news crew...
See Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(instrumental fade)
(Sung to the tune of "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" by Jim Croce)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush crown's got its hustlers;
The New York Times called "bums."
After Downing Street, Bush is a slick talker,
But like Cheney, he can't shoot a gun.
Yeah, the Shrub is dumb as a man can come,
But with Cheney, he's our country's boss.
He's labeled "bad folks" all those who hindered the Right,
But like his polls, his Iraq war's lost.
His lost cause...
People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(No free press in Herr Bush's theocracy!)
You know who blew up a country just to steal their oil?
For Iraq, people there blame him.
Bush is a fool who despoiled; DU shells in their soil.
Folks at home just call him dim.
Bush has made himself King of Pennsylvania street;
Who's going to stop his mad attack?
His crooks just took all our money to make war with Rummy,
And it's time to take our country back!
(Impeach Bush and his pack!)
People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(No free press in Herr Bush's theocracy!)
Even Rush can't hide Bush's poll gloom,
Bullsh*tting can't stop his Iraq defeat.
He'll soon be cuttin' and runnin' -
His war party and his buddies sold their souls for their power seat.
Bush has been cut in a hundred places;
And more scandals will cut him more.
Bush would have you believe his fairy tales and stories;
Used the press just to sell his war...
He got his war...
People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
His lost cause...
(Spoken:
Yeah, big stink in Eye-Rack... press under attack.
Bush started musclin' news folks; strange, but-true.
Even though he's got a big-time custom-made news crew...
See Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(instrumental fade)
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Whole Lotta Fakin' Goin' On
(Sung to the tune of "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On" by Jerry Lee Lewis)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
See that Dubya Bush Baby,
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
See that Dubya Bush Baby,
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Who shields that chicken from all harm,
What harm, whose harm, no harm?
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Lyin', shootin' bull, spinnin' yarns.
They're both achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Who shields that chicken from all harm,
What harm, whose harm, no harm?
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Lyin', shootin' bull, spinnin' yarns.
They're both achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
(Sung to the tune of "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On" by Jerry Lee Lewis)
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(instrumental intro)
See that Dubya Bush Baby,
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
See that Dubya Bush Baby,
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Who shields that chicken from all harm,
What harm, whose harm, no harm?
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Lyin', shootin' bull, spinnin' yarns.
They're both achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Who shields that chicken from all harm,
What harm, whose harm, no harm?
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Lyin', shootin' bull, spinnin' yarns.
They're both achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
Murtha to Rove: "He’s sitting in his air-conditioned office on his big, fat backside-saying stay the course. That’s not a plan! We've got to change direction."
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
The Buffoon's Spittoon: Ann Coulter foams at the mouth - where do you think all that saliva goes?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Friday, June 09, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Dubya And His Circle
(Sung to the tune of "Will It Go 'Round In Circles" by Billy Preston)
Dedicated to the late, great Billy Preston...
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(instrumental intro)
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
What's Bush's story? He's got no morals.
Lets the bad guys win, and their money will pile.
What's Bush's story? He's got no morals.
Lets the bad guys win, and their money will pile.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
They're in a trance, though Bush is inept.
Bush's base ignores his polls going down.
They're in a trance, though Bush is inept.
Bush's base ignores his polls going down.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
(instrumental break)
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
(Sung to the tune of "Will It Go 'Round In Circles" by Billy Preston)
Dedicated to the late, great Billy Preston...
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(instrumental intro)
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
What's Bush's story? He's got no morals.
Lets the bad guys win, and their money will pile.
What's Bush's story? He's got no morals.
Lets the bad guys win, and their money will pile.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
They're in a trance, though Bush is inept.
Bush's base ignores his polls going down.
They're in a trance, though Bush is inept.
Bush's base ignores his polls going down.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
(instrumental break)
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
I'll Allow No Immigration
(Sung to the tune of "My Generation" by The Who)
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As sung by Dubya the Lame Duck:
Can't stand how my polls went d-down (I'll allow no immigration)
Since folks in New Orleans drowned (I'll allow no immigration)
Scaring you never gets o-o-old (I'll allow no immigration)
I have to lie so that I look bold (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
My capital's d-drained away (I'll allow no immigration)
The votes I must rig, so that I'll s-s-stay (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm blamed because I can't rule the n-n-nation (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm just squawkin' about im-m-m-igration (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
My capital's d-drained away (I'll allow no immigration)
The votes I must rig, so that I'll s-s-stay (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm blamed because I can't rule the n-n-nation (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm just squawkin' about im-m-m-igration (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
Can't stand how my polls went d-down (I'll allow no immigration)
Since folks in New Orleans drowned (I'll allow no immigration)
Scaring you never gets o-o-old (I'll allow no immigration)
I have to lie so that I look bold (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
(Sung to the tune of "My Generation" by The Who)
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As sung by Dubya the Lame Duck:
Can't stand how my polls went d-down (I'll allow no immigration)
Since folks in New Orleans drowned (I'll allow no immigration)
Scaring you never gets o-o-old (I'll allow no immigration)
I have to lie so that I look bold (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
My capital's d-drained away (I'll allow no immigration)
The votes I must rig, so that I'll s-s-stay (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm blamed because I can't rule the n-n-nation (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm just squawkin' about im-m-m-igration (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
My capital's d-drained away (I'll allow no immigration)
The votes I must rig, so that I'll s-s-stay (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm blamed because I can't rule the n-n-nation (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm just squawkin' about im-m-m-igration (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
Can't stand how my polls went d-down (I'll allow no immigration)
Since folks in New Orleans drowned (I'll allow no immigration)
Scaring you never gets o-o-old (I'll allow no immigration)
I have to lie so that I look bold (I'll allow no immigration)
Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Bush's Crazy War A-Team
(Sung to the tune of "What A Day For A Daydream" by The Lovin' Spoonful)
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Bush's team of merry warmongers crank up
the rhetoric to attack Iran, trying to stave off free falling polls
and GOP electoral defeat in the 2006 Congressional elections
(instrumental intro)
Bush's crazy war A-Team;
They are crazed, 'cause bloodlust gives 'em joy.
Bush, the boss of this A-Team;
Dreamin' 'bout war is the Bush Boy.
Committing war crimes while all his polls just slide.
He won't change his ways, unshaken; still talkin' snide.
This election day, we'll hear big squawk from Dim Son.
His fall to disgrace means his party power's gone.
Rove still hatchin' elite schemes.
He's been scheming for Election Day.
Still sparrin', Bush's deceit team,
'Cause Number One, the Fake, don't know which way.
The Bush regime's crimes are vast; they're on the spot.
Bush couldn't care less; trots outs excuses used a lot.
His impeachment day now looms; most folks want him gone.
Forever disgraced, Bush; Dick, his Veep, made him pawn.
(whistled instrumental)
There's isn't a cure to make his polling right.
His A-Team and cast still long to pick a fight.
Send Bush back to Texas; it's impeachment he fears.
Stop Bush, or he'll stay scheming for two more long years.
Bush's crazy war A-Team;
They are crazed, 'cause bloodlust gives 'em joy.
Bush, the boss of this A-Team.
Dreamin' 'bout war is the Bush Boy...
(instrumental and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "What A Day For A Daydream" by The Lovin' Spoonful)
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Bush's team of merry warmongers crank up
the rhetoric to attack Iran, trying to stave off free falling polls
and GOP electoral defeat in the 2006 Congressional elections
(instrumental intro)
Bush's crazy war A-Team;
They are crazed, 'cause bloodlust gives 'em joy.
Bush, the boss of this A-Team;
Dreamin' 'bout war is the Bush Boy.
Committing war crimes while all his polls just slide.
He won't change his ways, unshaken; still talkin' snide.
This election day, we'll hear big squawk from Dim Son.
His fall to disgrace means his party power's gone.
Rove still hatchin' elite schemes.
He's been scheming for Election Day.
Still sparrin', Bush's deceit team,
'Cause Number One, the Fake, don't know which way.
The Bush regime's crimes are vast; they're on the spot.
Bush couldn't care less; trots outs excuses used a lot.
His impeachment day now looms; most folks want him gone.
Forever disgraced, Bush; Dick, his Veep, made him pawn.
(whistled instrumental)
There's isn't a cure to make his polling right.
His A-Team and cast still long to pick a fight.
Send Bush back to Texas; it's impeachment he fears.
Stop Bush, or he'll stay scheming for two more long years.
Bush's crazy war A-Team;
They are crazed, 'cause bloodlust gives 'em joy.
Bush, the boss of this A-Team.
Dreamin' 'bout war is the Bush Boy...
(instrumental and fade)
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
New Court Testimony Oath For Bush Supporters:
"Do you swear, when told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, that Bush ain't God?"
Comedy Central's Stephen Colbert
skewers Bush at the White House
Correspondents' Dinner
"Do you swear, when told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, that Bush ain't God?"
Comedy Central's Stephen Colbert
skewers Bush at the White House
Correspondents' Dinner
Bomb Iran (2006)
(Sung to the tune of "Barbara Ann" by The Beach Boys)
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As sung by warmonger Emperor Dubya Bush, who has openly called for bombing Iran with tactical nuclear weapons to distract from his disastrous war on Iraq and his plummeting public approval polls:
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Go bomb Ira-a-an... we'll take their la-a-and.
Go bomb Ira-a-an...
Because the drop in all my polling
Has my party reeling; bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Iran's leader rants, giving me my chance.
Gonna bomb Iran, and overrule those smarty-pants;
We'll bomb Iran,
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Because the drop in all my polling
Has my party reeling; bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Me and my crew... here's what we will do...
War to pursue... Iran's oil, or I'm through;
Let's bomb Iran,
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Because the drop in all my polling
Has my party reeling; bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Barbara Ann" by The Beach Boys)
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As sung by warmonger Emperor Dubya Bush, who has openly called for bombing Iran with tactical nuclear weapons to distract from his disastrous war on Iraq and his plummeting public approval polls:
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Go bomb Ira-a-an... we'll take their la-a-and.
Go bomb Ira-a-an...
Because the drop in all my polling
Has my party reeling; bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Iran's leader rants, giving me my chance.
Gonna bomb Iran, and overrule those smarty-pants;
We'll bomb Iran,
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Because the drop in all my polling
Has my party reeling; bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Me and my crew... here's what we will do...
War to pursue... Iran's oil, or I'm through;
Let's bomb Iran,
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Because the drop in all my polling
Has my party reeling; bomb Iran!
Bomb, bomb, bomb... bomb, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
Bomb Iran, bomb Iran!
(fade)
Monday, May 01, 2006
It's High Time That We Impeached Him
(Sung to the tune of "By The Time I Get To Phoenix" by Glen Campbell)
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(instrumental intro)
It's high time... that we impeached him; we despise him.
No longer gloats; Bush mismanaging his oil war.
His staff... waiting to depart; now start to leave him.
Bush pissed off the world so many times before.
For high crimes... let's break Mr. Smirky; bring down curtain.
Let's end their sleaze; stop this bunch; throw out his cabal.
And he... will surely groan... when it's for certain...
Bush will fall... that's all...
It's high time... this Fake is sent home-a... back to Crawford.
Won't land softly; his fall will bring him low.
He'll still try... but he can't think... power will leave him.
Serve time for crimes, if tried, the courts will show.
The Shrub has to go... Bush and cronies blow!
(Sung to the tune of "By The Time I Get To Phoenix" by Glen Campbell)
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(instrumental intro)
It's high time... that we impeached him; we despise him.
No longer gloats; Bush mismanaging his oil war.
His staff... waiting to depart; now start to leave him.
Bush pissed off the world so many times before.
For high crimes... let's break Mr. Smirky; bring down curtain.
Let's end their sleaze; stop this bunch; throw out his cabal.
And he... will surely groan... when it's for certain...
Bush will fall... that's all...
It's high time... this Fake is sent home-a... back to Crawford.
Won't land softly; his fall will bring him low.
He'll still try... but he can't think... power will leave him.
Serve time for crimes, if tried, the courts will show.
The Shrub has to go... Bush and cronies blow!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Detested, Bush's Torturers
(Sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
Inspired by the title of a column, "God Rest Ye Merry Torturers by W. David Jenkins
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Detested, Bush's torturers; their motives on display.
Bush played the role of "savior," while making power play.
Who'll save us all from Dubya's power, whose regime's gone astray?
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Afghanistan and then Iraq, attacked, and made war-torn;
Bush hyped Hussein's da-an-ger while prison guards made porn.
Did Bush's mother care that he in New Orleans is scorned?
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Goon squads just didn't bo-o-ther at whom they would take aim.
Bush was so certain that his words would work and deflect blame.
The deaths and war mayhem are scorned; Dim Son, Sir Torture's name.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Bush wants more war; his phrases: "Iran, we will erase!"
Bombs from above, the greater good; restart a new arms race.
His swollen pride and hubris; wants torture, such disgrace!
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
(Sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
Inspired by the title of a column, "God Rest Ye Merry Torturers by W. David Jenkins
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Detested, Bush's torturers; their motives on display.
Bush played the role of "savior," while making power play.
Who'll save us all from Dubya's power, whose regime's gone astray?
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Afghanistan and then Iraq, attacked, and made war-torn;
Bush hyped Hussein's da-an-ger while prison guards made porn.
Did Bush's mother care that he in New Orleans is scorned?
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Goon squads just didn't bo-o-ther at whom they would take aim.
Bush was so certain that his words would work and deflect blame.
The deaths and war mayhem are scorned; Dim Son, Sir Torture's name.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Bush wants more war; his phrases: "Iran, we will erase!"
Bombs from above, the greater good; restart a new arms race.
His swollen pride and hubris; wants torture, such disgrace!
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy; yeah, the Bush Boy.
Hopes are riding on impeaching Bush Boy.
Just Forget It, I Have Made Up My Mind
(Sung to the tune of "Did You Ever Have To Make Up Your Mind" by The Lovin' Spoonful)
Click HERE for MIDI music, sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden
Inspired by pResident Bush's phrase "I am the decider," defending Sec. of State Donald Rumsfeld against calls for Rummy's resignation. As sung by Emperor Dubya, The Decider, to the American public:
(instrumental intro)
Just forget it, I have made up my mind.
Rummy won't go, and you can kiss my behind.
You may call him sleazy, but Rummy's my kind.
Just forget it, I have made up my mind.
Don't you ever clash, 'cause I will decide.
Say, "Yes, Great One," by my rules, you'll abide.
I want no exchanges; your viewpoints, just hide.
I'm The Leader, I say I will decide.
Ex-generals think they're so wise; brutal to Rummy.
It just isn't fair, to call me a dummy.
Don't care what you think, we're at war with the world.
War profits swollen by the bombs that we hurled.
(Spoken: What I say goes, because I've made up my mind!)
End Times are really big; this world... will end, and I'll miss her.
Last summer, got distracted; Katrina the Twister.
Public squawks? Why bother? 'Cause everything's fine.
I say, "Protestors, go home! Hey! I've made up my mind!"
And don't forget: I'm better! I will decide!
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Around The World, They Say He's Crazed
(Sung to the theme of "Around The World In 80 Days" by Bing Crosby)
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(instrumental intro)
Around the world, they're irked at you.
Dick Cheney's pawn, for war, you've gone.
They do hate W.
You did not care; war crimes show how
The crook you'd be, who didn't foresee
Your Iraq mess right now.
Your polls, once high, now crumbling down.
Just stick a fork and say "finis,"
You soon may lose your crown.
Your wars despised by all, around the world.
Bush, you'll be hounded 'til you're through.
(instrumental break)
Your polls, once high, now crumbling down.
Just stick a fork and say "finis,"
You soon may lose your crown.
Your wars despised by all, around the world.
Bush, you'll be hounded 'til you're through.
(Sung to the theme of "Around The World In 80 Days" by Bing Crosby)
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(instrumental intro)
Around the world, they're irked at you.
Dick Cheney's pawn, for war, you've gone.
They do hate W.
You did not care; war crimes show how
The crook you'd be, who didn't foresee
Your Iraq mess right now.
Your polls, once high, now crumbling down.
Just stick a fork and say "finis,"
You soon may lose your crown.
Your wars despised by all, around the world.
Bush, you'll be hounded 'til you're through.
(instrumental break)
Your polls, once high, now crumbling down.
Just stick a fork and say "finis,"
You soon may lose your crown.
Your wars despised by all, around the world.
Bush, you'll be hounded 'til you're through.
Stay The Course, Do The Same
(Sung to the tune of "A Horse With No Name" by America)
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." -Albert Einstein
With his public opinion polls plummeting to 32% support, pResident Bush still calls to "stay the course" in his disastrous failed war on Iraq. As sung by Emperor Dubya:
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(instrumental intro)
Need a jump-start; my war's turning...
Into civil war and strife.
Spin-enhanced, my words; all fu**ed up, things
In this land; my shills love kings.
I have no regrets about lies, just because
I can lie... to my crowds.
Repeating rot; make good sound bites fly
On the air; turn up the sound.
We'll win in the desert; stay the course, do the same.
We did good to throw out ol' Hussein.
In the desert, Iraqi oil we'll claim,
'Cause there ain't no stopping this war I'll sustain...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
In a few years, Iraq gets won.
It's time; Iran will get bled.
It's the End Days, we'll rule by the gun
It's my empire, and I am the head.
I'm not sorry I told lies to get the black gold
I'm not sad Iraqis are dead.
We'll win in the desert; stay the course, do the same.
We did good to throw out ol' Hussein.
In the desert, Iraqi oil we'll claim,
'Cause there ain't no stopping this war I'll sustain...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
(instrumental break)
After eight years, I want my monarchy
To turn into theocracy.
Right wing rants and words; no mocking kings
In command? Dick pulls my strings.
Dick Cheney is my regent, lives his life underground.
Even though he's despised, he's tough.
On Iraq's cities, with more bombs I will pound
Until insurgents say "Enough!"
We'll win in the desert; stay the course, do the same.
We did good to throw out ol' Hussein.
In the desert, Iraqi oil we'll claim,
'Cause there ain't no stopping this war I'll sustain...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
(repeat final refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "A Horse With No Name" by America)
"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." -Albert Einstein
With his public opinion polls plummeting to 32% support, pResident Bush still calls to "stay the course" in his disastrous failed war on Iraq. As sung by Emperor Dubya:
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(instrumental intro)
Need a jump-start; my war's turning...
Into civil war and strife.
Spin-enhanced, my words; all fu**ed up, things
In this land; my shills love kings.
I have no regrets about lies, just because
I can lie... to my crowds.
Repeating rot; make good sound bites fly
On the air; turn up the sound.
We'll win in the desert; stay the course, do the same.
We did good to throw out ol' Hussein.
In the desert, Iraqi oil we'll claim,
'Cause there ain't no stopping this war I'll sustain...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
In a few years, Iraq gets won.
It's time; Iran will get bled.
It's the End Days, we'll rule by the gun
It's my empire, and I am the head.
I'm not sorry I told lies to get the black gold
I'm not sad Iraqis are dead.
We'll win in the desert; stay the course, do the same.
We did good to throw out ol' Hussein.
In the desert, Iraqi oil we'll claim,
'Cause there ain't no stopping this war I'll sustain...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
(instrumental break)
After eight years, I want my monarchy
To turn into theocracy.
Right wing rants and words; no mocking kings
In command? Dick pulls my strings.
Dick Cheney is my regent, lives his life underground.
Even though he's despised, he's tough.
On Iraq's cities, with more bombs I will pound
Until insurgents say "Enough!"
We'll win in the desert; stay the course, do the same.
We did good to throw out ol' Hussein.
In the desert, Iraqi oil we'll claim,
'Cause there ain't no stopping this war I'll sustain...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
War, war, gotta have war, gotta have... more war...
(repeat final refrain and fade)
The Worst That Could Happen To Bush
(Sung to the tune of "The Worst That Could Happen" by Brooklyn Bridge)
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Bush... your polls are getting buried.
Polls are getting buried; this time there is no cure.
And this is the end... your failure, we have seen it.
Despised, you dunce, for those you've killed.
Unsafe, you've made us less secure.
Bush... Baby!
No one loathed as much as thee.
Impeachment's the best thing,
Impeachment's the best thing for you.
'Cause it's the worst that can happen... to thee.
Our... dead troops got buried.
Dead troops got buried, in secrecy, unseen.
The whole world hates you; war you had carried,
You'd known all along there was no WMD; claimed you'd seen it.
Bush... Baby!
No one loathed as much as thee.
Impeachment's the best thing,
Impeachment's the best thing for you.
'Cause it's the worst that can happen... to thee.
(Bridge:)
Bush... the voters now blame you for warmonger dreams, at home.
Bush... the voters now blame you.
A moron like you, with a mouth and a throne; crazy...
Bush... Baby!
No one loathed as much as thee.
Impeachment's the best thing,
Impeachment's the best thing for you.
'Cause it's the worst that can happen... to thee.
(Sung to the tune of "The Worst That Could Happen" by Brooklyn Bridge)
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Bush... your polls are getting buried.
Polls are getting buried; this time there is no cure.
And this is the end... your failure, we have seen it.
Despised, you dunce, for those you've killed.
Unsafe, you've made us less secure.
Bush... Baby!
No one loathed as much as thee.
Impeachment's the best thing,
Impeachment's the best thing for you.
'Cause it's the worst that can happen... to thee.
Our... dead troops got buried.
Dead troops got buried, in secrecy, unseen.
The whole world hates you; war you had carried,
You'd known all along there was no WMD; claimed you'd seen it.
Bush... Baby!
No one loathed as much as thee.
Impeachment's the best thing,
Impeachment's the best thing for you.
'Cause it's the worst that can happen... to thee.
(Bridge:)
Bush... the voters now blame you for warmonger dreams, at home.
Bush... the voters now blame you.
A moron like you, with a mouth and a throne; crazy...
Bush... Baby!
No one loathed as much as thee.
Impeachment's the best thing,
Impeachment's the best thing for you.
'Cause it's the worst that can happen... to thee.
So Low?! They Hate Me Not
(Sung to the tune of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot")
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As sung by a disbelieving pResident George Dubya Bush,
reacting to a new CNN poll showing a record-low 32% approval rating
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
I looked at the paper, and what did I see?
How low can my poll numbers go?
And brand new scandals they're gonna blame on me!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
If Fitzgerald gets me, boy, I'm screwed.
How low can my poll numbers go?
I got rich friends, shield me when I'm booed.
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
Polls won't go up and they still go down.
How low can my poll numbers go?
I sold my soul to wear this here crown.
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
(Sung to the tune of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot")
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As sung by a disbelieving pResident George Dubya Bush,
reacting to a new CNN poll showing a record-low 32% approval rating
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
I looked at the paper, and what did I see?
How low can my poll numbers go?
And brand new scandals they're gonna blame on me!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
If Fitzgerald gets me, boy, I'm screwed.
How low can my poll numbers go?
I got rich friends, shield me when I'm booed.
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
Polls won't go up and they still go down.
How low can my poll numbers go?
I sold my soul to wear this here crown.
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
So low?! They hate me not!
How low can my poll numbers go?
Sunday, April 23, 2006
The Torturer
(Sung to the tune of "The Wanderer" by Dion)
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As sung by George Dubya Bush, the Torturer-In-Chief
Hell, I can justify... any torture that goes down.
Because I am the Czar, and so powerful is my crown.
I'm pissed off I've hit bottom, and my low polls are to blame.
I'm bugged and I'm teased by... traitors; they're all the same.
They call me The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
Yes, Al Gonzalez said "no harm" and Dick Cheney says I'm right.
Sweet Condi's my girl; she defends my right-by-might.
Iraq War tasks me, but Rummy is the best...
To tear open your shirt, put electrodes on your chest.
'Cause I'm The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
Oh, hell, I didn't earn my crown.
I went through life without a care.
And I'm happy as a clown.
Rule with my two fists of iron,
And through bombs I'm raining down...
Oh, yeah, I can justify any torture that goes down.
All kinds of secret places for rendition, not found.
Investigations I'm stallin,' flags unfurled;
They can't touch me, 'cause I'm divine, made war around the world.
'Cause I'm The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
Oh, yeah, I can justify any torture that goes down.
All kinds of secret places for rendition, not found.
Investigations I'm stallin,' flags unfurled;
They can't touch me, 'cause I'm divine, made war around the world.
'Cause I'm The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
(repeat last verse and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "The Wanderer" by Dion)
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As sung by George Dubya Bush, the Torturer-In-Chief
Hell, I can justify... any torture that goes down.
Because I am the Czar, and so powerful is my crown.
I'm pissed off I've hit bottom, and my low polls are to blame.
I'm bugged and I'm teased by... traitors; they're all the same.
They call me The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
Yes, Al Gonzalez said "no harm" and Dick Cheney says I'm right.
Sweet Condi's my girl; she defends my right-by-might.
Iraq War tasks me, but Rummy is the best...
To tear open your shirt, put electrodes on your chest.
'Cause I'm The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
Oh, hell, I didn't earn my crown.
I went through life without a care.
And I'm happy as a clown.
Rule with my two fists of iron,
And through bombs I'm raining down...
Oh, yeah, I can justify any torture that goes down.
All kinds of secret places for rendition, not found.
Investigations I'm stallin,' flags unfurled;
They can't touch me, 'cause I'm divine, made war around the world.
'Cause I'm The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
Oh, yeah, I can justify any torture that goes down.
All kinds of secret places for rendition, not found.
Investigations I'm stallin,' flags unfurled;
They can't touch me, 'cause I'm divine, made war around the world.
'Cause I'm The Torturer... yeah, The Torturer...
I'll have you bound and sent around...
(repeat last verse and fade)
Thank God The Great Scoundrel's Gone
(Sung to the tune of "Thank God And Greyhound You're Gone" by Roy Clark)
Satire about indicted former House Majority Leader Tom Delay (R-TX), who announced that his will retire from Congress rather than face re-election
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His power and fortune; DeLay squandered it all.
Tom blamed the "press liberals" for his own great fall.
His own party loathed him, 'cause his tactics estranged.
Congress gritted its teeth; knew Tom was deranged.
He was forced to leave; power-pimp of a guy.
From the House, he's leaving, but he won't tell you why.
He used fear on our nation, while abetting a con.
And all we can think of is...
Thank God the great scoundrel's gone!
Thank God the great scoundel's gone!
We didn't know much longer DeLay could go on.
Watching him take bribes so dishonestly.
Watching him break laws with impunity.
That big weasel's odor, betraying his wrong.
Thank God the great scoundrel's gone!
Thank God the great scoundel's gone!
His career behind, the fighter now has withdrawn.
Just watch DeLay cuss at his pitiful plight.
What a cruel joke, Bush polling, down, with no end in sight.
No rebound for these fools; we've been silent too long.
Thank God the great scoundel's gone!
Thank God the great scoundel's gone!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Dumbya Wants War
(Sung to the tune of "Kumbaya")
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Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Wants war, Dumbya!
His disastrous war... Dumbya!
His disastrous war... Dumbya!
His disastrous war... Dumbya!
Botched war, Dumbya!
Who had lied for war? Dumbya!
Who had lied for war? Dumbya!
Who had lied for war? Dumbya!
For war, Dumbya!
Who had prayed for war? Dumbya!
Who had prayed for war? Dumbya!
Who had prayed for war? Dumbya!
More war, Dumbya!
Who would bring more war? Dumbya!
Who would bring more war? Dumbya!
Who would bring more war? Dumbya!
Bomb Iran, Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Wants war, Dumbya!
(Sung to the tune of "Kumbaya")
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Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Wants war, Dumbya!
His disastrous war... Dumbya!
His disastrous war... Dumbya!
His disastrous war... Dumbya!
Botched war, Dumbya!
Who had lied for war? Dumbya!
Who had lied for war? Dumbya!
Who had lied for war? Dumbya!
For war, Dumbya!
Who had prayed for war? Dumbya!
Who had prayed for war? Dumbya!
Who had prayed for war? Dumbya!
More war, Dumbya!
Who would bring more war? Dumbya!
Who would bring more war? Dumbya!
Who would bring more war? Dumbya!
Bomb Iran, Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Dumbya wants war... Dumbya!
Wants war, Dumbya!
Enjoy these Anti-Bush audio parodies, performed by David Teller:
Fifty Ways To Dump The Dubya
GOPer's Lament (Hard To Be A Republican)
Fifty Ways To Dump The Dubya
GOPer's Lament (Hard To Be A Republican)
Friday, April 21, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Dick Was Booed At The Ball Game
(Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame")
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Vice-President Dick Cheney threw out the ceremonial first pitch at a Washington Nationals baseball game, and was greeted by a chorus of loud boos from the crowd, which Fox News vainly tried to censor by muting the audio during the TV broadcast
Dick was booed at the ball game.
Dick was booed by the crowd.
Bush Team’s agenda has gone off track;
Iran may be the next they’ll attack.
Crowds now hoot, hoot, hoot at the Bush Team,
For failure, Dick won’t take blame.
Bush the Dunce and Dick, let’s throw out,
With their empire game.
(Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame")
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Vice-President Dick Cheney threw out the ceremonial first pitch at a Washington Nationals baseball game, and was greeted by a chorus of loud boos from the crowd, which Fox News vainly tried to censor by muting the audio during the TV broadcast
Dick was booed at the ball game.
Dick was booed by the crowd.
Bush Team’s agenda has gone off track;
Iran may be the next they’ll attack.
Crowds now hoot, hoot, hoot at the Bush Team,
For failure, Dick won’t take blame.
Bush the Dunce and Dick, let’s throw out,
With their empire game.
Friday, April 07, 2006
He's Gone
(Sung to the tune of "She's Gone" by Hall & Oates)
Dedicated to former House Majority Leader, Tom DeLay (R-TX), who has quit Congress rather than run for re-election, after being indicted in a series of scandals, with more legal troubles to come
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(instrumental intro)
Once was riding high, helped rule the nation.
Tom DeLay was tryin' to sell our country, frightfully... yeah...
He wants a drink after court's decision.
He f*cked up, you see, illegally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
Tom ignored the warnings; crook who used terror.
Propped up the Fool Bush, through his... House command.
New race? He's hasn't any hunger.
He can only flee; law's shaken this troll, totally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
Crooked; his temerity gets no pity.
Abramhoff and DeLay's cronies, through gifts, bought their way...
DeLay's great power now is just a memory.
He will never be... what he was (was), 'cause he's (he's)...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "She's Gone" by Hall & Oates)
Dedicated to former House Majority Leader, Tom DeLay (R-TX), who has quit Congress rather than run for re-election, after being indicted in a series of scandals, with more legal troubles to come
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(instrumental intro)
Once was riding high, helped rule the nation.
Tom DeLay was tryin' to sell our country, frightfully... yeah...
He wants a drink after court's decision.
He f*cked up, you see, illegally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
Tom ignored the warnings; crook who used terror.
Propped up the Fool Bush, through his... House command.
New race? He's hasn't any hunger.
He can only flee; law's shaken this troll, totally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
Crooked; his temerity gets no pity.
Abramhoff and DeLay's cronies, through gifts, bought their way...
DeLay's great power now is just a memory.
He will never be... what he was (was), 'cause he's (he's)...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(repeat chorus and fade)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Tom Quit The Congress
(Sung to the tune of "I Shot The Sheriff" by Eric Clapton)
Dedicated to the corrupt Rep. Tom "The Hammer" DeLay (R-TX), indicted former House Majority Leader, who is resigning from Congress in order to deal with criminal indictments pursued against him for money laundering
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(instrumental intro)
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
DeLay's gone from Washington.
The law has now tracked him down.
Quit Congress now in case he's found guilty
Of corruption that is so filthy.
For corruption that is so filthy.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress... he needs lots of dough for his defense.
Tom quit the Congress... for the charges 'gainst him must be quite immense.
Tom the Hammer enforced hatefully,
Just 'cause he said so.
His main crimes were his scams and greed.
Got his thrills making his power grow.
Got his thrills making his power grow.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress... he needs lots of dough for his defense.
Tom quit the Congress... he needs lots of dough for his defense.
His scam was "to play, you pay."
DeLay once ran the town.
Buddies and cronies, Jack Abramhoff;
Jail, as they go down.
For their plot, they will go down.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
He's Texas toast; law has no mercy.
A schemer is he, guilty.
Tom DeLay the Hammer once did well,
But today, the bottom has dropped out.
Yes, today, the bottom has dropped out.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Andy Card
(Sung to the tune of "Hard Ain't It Hard" by The Kingston Trio)
Satire inspired by the recent resignation of Bush's Chief of Staff, Andy Card
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Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
The Bush White House is going down.
His polls keep falling to the ground.
Bush, the worst president in history;
His incompetence is now no mystery.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Since the first term, he'd served that Fool Shrub.
Bush decided to start a war.
Since then, Card has seen his boss get reviled,
More war dead, while rich screw the poor.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Now, who's left on the sinking ship?
Who's taking hold of Bush's band?
Who's gonna tell Bush what is what;
That his war failed to take Iraq's land.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Shrub's back to drinkin' and ramblin' -
His presidency comes crashing down.
'Cause there isn't a place for a smart-thinking ace
If a power-drunk fool wears the crown.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
(Sung to the tune of "Hard Ain't It Hard" by The Kingston Trio)
Satire inspired by the recent resignation of Bush's Chief of Staff, Andy Card
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
The Bush White House is going down.
His polls keep falling to the ground.
Bush, the worst president in history;
His incompetence is now no mystery.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Since the first term, he'd served that Fool Shrub.
Bush decided to start a war.
Since then, Card has seen his boss get reviled,
More war dead, while rich screw the poor.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Now, who's left on the sinking ship?
Who's taking hold of Bush's band?
Who's gonna tell Bush what is what;
That his war failed to take Iraq's land.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Shrub's back to drinkin' and ramblin' -
His presidency comes crashing down.
'Cause there isn't a place for a smart-thinking ace
If a power-drunk fool wears the crown.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Bush unites Latin America as a hated figure
Link: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2006/03/26/INGFRHSVGT1.DTL&type=printable
Link: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2006/03/26/INGFRHSVGT1.DTL&type=printable
Friday, March 24, 2006
LATE BREAKING NEWS...
In a pre-emptive response to the threat of the bird flu, President Bush has today ordered the bombing of the Canary Islands.
In a pre-emptive response to the threat of the bird flu, President Bush has today ordered the bombing of the Canary Islands.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
No Credibility
(Sung to the tune of "Personality" by Lloyd Price)
Record low opinion polls of Bush's presidency have also revealed that the three most common words associated with Dubya are now "incompetent," "liar," and "idiot."
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(instrumental intro)
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
It's over! It's over, regime of Smirking Fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over; money had trumped the truth.
Over! It's over; all polls say Shrub's a fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Personality" by Lloyd Price)
Record low opinion polls of Bush's presidency have also revealed that the three most common words associated with Dubya are now "incompetent," "liar," and "idiot."
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(instrumental intro)
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
It's over! It's over, regime of Smirking Fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over; money had trumped the truth.
Over! It's over; all polls say Shrub's a fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
"DUBYA and his REICH WING
Here are a few things to remember about DUBYA and his REICH WING.
Iraq is to Poland as DUBYA is to Adolf.
It is, however, insulting to compare DUBYA to Hitler.
DUBYA is far more destructive, evil and stupid."
Source: http://leapingrealeyes.blogspot.com/2006/03/dubya-and-his-reich-wing.html Read his list of 86 Bush scandals.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Dunce Cap, His Crown
(Sung to the tune of "Cathy's Clown" by The Everly Brothers)
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Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.
Bush thought he'd stand tall.
His oil war plan trumps all.
But we all know he's selling lies;
Jailing those who criticize.
We should demand his fall.
Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.
Power seized by spreading fear.
Only right wing dunces cheer.
Don't you think their kind are mad?
Bush stole his seat by hanging chad;
Grabbing power he won't share.
Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.
Dunce cap, his crown...
Dunce cap, his crown...
Dunce cap, his crown...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Cathy's Clown" by The Everly Brothers)
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Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.
Bush thought he'd stand tall.
His oil war plan trumps all.
But we all know he's selling lies;
Jailing those who criticize.
We should demand his fall.
Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.
Power seized by spreading fear.
Only right wing dunces cheer.
Don't you think their kind are mad?
Bush stole his seat by hanging chad;
Grabbing power he won't share.
Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.
Dunce cap, his crown...
Dunce cap, his crown...
Dunce cap, his crown...
(fade)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Iraq Gets Bombed, For Distraction
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iraq
(instrumental intro)
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
I'm connivin' for more war,
Which I'd planned 'cause I'm an oil whore.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on some useless information,
Designed to save my administration.
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
And I've hidden my plans with mirrors and smoke.
I've gutted democracy.
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
I'm despised now around the world,
People boo and hiss, and I have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"Sir, you'll need a comeback, or you'll look weak,
'Cause your polls are on a losing streak!"
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iraq
(instrumental intro)
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
I'm connivin' for more war,
Which I'd planned 'cause I'm an oil whore.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on some useless information,
Designed to save my administration.
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
And I've hidden my plans with mirrors and smoke.
I've gutted democracy.
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
I'm despised now around the world,
People boo and hiss, and I have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"Sir, you'll need a comeback, or you'll look weak,
'Cause your polls are on a losing streak!"
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...
(fade)
I'm Just Wild About Mary
(Sung to the tune of "I'm Just Wild About Harry" by Judy Garland)
Inspired by new reports that porn star Mary Carey (who ran for Governor of California for the GOP) will be meeting personally with President Bush; no doubt, causing some of his religious right base to have a holy cow. As sung by Emperor Dubya:
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I'm just wild about Mary
And Mary's just wild about me.
Though my base just hisses 'bout Porn Misses;
Made ill by what they'd see.
We'll meet for dinner, so handy.
It's all 'bout money, can't you see?
Oh, I'm just wild about Mary.
And she's just wild about me.
(instrumental)
Now, I'm just wild about Mary.
And she's just wild about me.
My base just hisses 'bout Porn Misses;
Made ill by what they'd see.
Say, now...
We'll meet for dinner, so handy.
It's all 'bout money, can't you see?
Oh, I'm just wild about -
She ain't no girl scout...
She's just wild about me.
I Aimed Wild And Hit Harry
(Sung to the tune of "I'm Just Wild About Harry" by Judy Garland)
As sung by Deadeye Dick Cheney, who nearly killed fellow hunter and Republican lawyer Harry Whittington with an errant shotgun blast while on a canned quail hunt at a private Texas ranch
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I aimed wild and hit Harry.
Is Harry riled about me?
The press boos and hisses, 'bout what this is:
Killing small birds that flee.
I need to spin; whatever's handy.
Shielded by money, that is me.
So, I aimed wild and hit Harry.
But he ain't riled at me.
(instrumental)
So what?
I aimed wild and hit Harry.
Is Harry riled about me?
The press boos and hisses, 'bout what this is:
Killing small birds that flee.
I need to spin; whatever's handy.
Shielded by money, that is me.
So, I aimed wild, all out...
From ICU, got out.
But he ain't riled at me.
(Sung to the tune of "I'm Just Wild About Harry" by Judy Garland)
As sung by Deadeye Dick Cheney, who nearly killed fellow hunter and Republican lawyer Harry Whittington with an errant shotgun blast while on a canned quail hunt at a private Texas ranch
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I aimed wild and hit Harry.
Is Harry riled about me?
The press boos and hisses, 'bout what this is:
Killing small birds that flee.
I need to spin; whatever's handy.
Shielded by money, that is me.
So, I aimed wild and hit Harry.
But he ain't riled at me.
(instrumental)
So what?
I aimed wild and hit Harry.
Is Harry riled about me?
The press boos and hisses, 'bout what this is:
Killing small birds that flee.
I need to spin; whatever's handy.
Shielded by money, that is me.
So, I aimed wild, all out...
From ICU, got out.
But he ain't riled at me.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Birdshot Whizzin' Blues
(Sung to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash)
As sung by Deadeye Dick Cheney, after shooting fellow Republican hunter Harry Whittington at a canned quail hunt on a private Texas ranch:
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(instrumental intro)
Thought I heard quail comin'
I fired my gun again.
But I hit Harry this time;
Bad news I had to spin.
All my birdshot went a-whizzin'
Oh, Harry, please hang on.
Gives me pain to be exposin'
For what I must atone.
I babysit Bush Baby, because he's called Dim Son.
Hunting gives me such joy, to play around with guns.
But I shot a man that I know; hope he doesn't die.
Call this a crime, and I just bristle.
Harry's not dead (don't die).
(instrumental break)
They can't just put me in prison,
Because Bush's throne is mine.
The press made more than a little
Scandal, which ain't fine.
Scars from birdshot whizzin'
'Cause my aim went astray.
Wish I could hunt with a missile
And blow news crews away!
(instrumental ending)
One Choke Hold At A Time
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)
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(instrumental intro)
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
Who... loves the Shrub? Fellow thugs, you see.
Nothing's changing... Shrub's right-wing lunacy.
Our Bushie Boy has earned world disdain, leaving thousands dead.
Torture, he'd choose to make his monarchy,
Made him disliked, instead; what slime is...
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
Thousands he's slain; oil war so vile.
Iraq is still burning; Shrub's showing off his smile.
He's pissing off the world, more torture by his crew, and it's no surprise
Like everything else that Bush has screwed
It made him so despised, more slime is...
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)
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(instrumental intro)
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
Who... loves the Shrub? Fellow thugs, you see.
Nothing's changing... Shrub's right-wing lunacy.
Our Bushie Boy has earned world disdain, leaving thousands dead.
Torture, he'd choose to make his monarchy,
Made him disliked, instead; what slime is...
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
Thousands he's slain; oil war so vile.
Iraq is still burning; Shrub's showing off his smile.
He's pissing off the world, more torture by his crew, and it's no surprise
Like everything else that Bush has screwed
It made him so despised, more slime is...
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.
(repeat refrain and fade)
No Joke's Over The Line
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)
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(instrumental intro)
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Can't... get enough; his dopes don't see...
Rush ain't changing.. his right-wing lunacy.
Dittoheads' joy is burned into their brains, what Limbaugh says.
Like him, they choose Bush's monarchy.
We're sure their brains are dead; hear them slime...
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Rush... selling hate... Rush Country's vile.
Big money he's earning; no substance, only style.
To insults he hurled, he's absorbed quite a few, for he is despised.
His drug-induced hell that he's been through
Made him quite criticized; still sliming...
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
(repeat refrain and fade)
What the difference between the Hindenberg and Rush Limbaugh? One's a flaming Nazi gas bag and the other was a zeppelin.
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)
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(instrumental intro)
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Can't... get enough; his dopes don't see...
Rush ain't changing.. his right-wing lunacy.
Dittoheads' joy is burned into their brains, what Limbaugh says.
Like him, they choose Bush's monarchy.
We're sure their brains are dead; hear them slime...
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Rush... selling hate... Rush Country's vile.
Big money he's earning; no substance, only style.
To insults he hurled, he's absorbed quite a few, for he is despised.
His drug-induced hell that he's been through
Made him quite criticized; still sliming...
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
(repeat refrain and fade)
What the difference between the Hindenberg and Rush Limbaugh? One's a flaming Nazi gas bag and the other was a zeppelin.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
Polls Are All Down
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")
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Republicans squawkin' 'bout looming defeat.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Yes, Bush has been damned for his scandals, takes heat.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.
Shrub's unable to counter what buffets him now.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Lock these crooks all in jail, 'cause we've had enough now.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.
Say, does Dubya speak English? That's nonsense we hear.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
"My war is on terra, more torture, more fear!"
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.
Shrub has failed as a skipper; his record does show.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Gave no heed to what harm when hurricanes blow.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")
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Republicans squawkin' 'bout looming defeat.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Yes, Bush has been damned for his scandals, takes heat.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.
Shrub's unable to counter what buffets him now.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Lock these crooks all in jail, 'cause we've had enough now.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.
Say, does Dubya speak English? That's nonsense we hear.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
"My war is on terra, more torture, more fear!"
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.
Shrub has failed as a skipper; his record does show.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Gave no heed to what harm when hurricanes blow.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down...
(fade)
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Dubai Flub
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)
Satire targeting the Bush Administration's crackpot plan to turn over the security of 21 major U.S. ports to a state-run company operating out of Dubai, one of the United Arab Emirates, who sponsored the very terrorists Bush vowed to protect our nation against
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(instrumental intro)
Dubai flub!
Dubai deal's a mess.
Bush had no success.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
There goes Bush Baby, who said, "Screw you!
I'll be unhappy, if deal falls through."
The Bush crew's crazy; sh*t they stepped in;
Dubai's dough enhanced what Bush must spin.
Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
We're through with war dance.
We're through with Shrub.
We're through with counting... more BushCo flubs.
Defied all reason... security
Risked by Bush Baby, clueless is he.
Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)
Satire targeting the Bush Administration's crackpot plan to turn over the security of 21 major U.S. ports to a state-run company operating out of Dubai, one of the United Arab Emirates, who sponsored the very terrorists Bush vowed to protect our nation against
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(instrumental intro)
Dubai flub!
Dubai deal's a mess.
Bush had no success.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
There goes Bush Baby, who said, "Screw you!
I'll be unhappy, if deal falls through."
The Bush crew's crazy; sh*t they stepped in;
Dubai's dough enhanced what Bush must spin.
Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
We're through with war dance.
We're through with Shrub.
We're through with counting... more BushCo flubs.
Defied all reason... security
Risked by Bush Baby, clueless is he.
Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
You're Invited to a Pig Roast... Video footage of Rush Limbaugh getting roasted alive by a hostile studio audience when he guest-hosted Pat Sajak's show in 1990.
(Listen for the "Nazi pig!" catcalls from the audience)
(Listen for the "Nazi pig!" catcalls from the audience)
All Time Low
(Sung to the tune of "All Time High" by Rita Coolidge)
Bush's poll numbers continue to fall, to an all-time low of 34% approval... Cheney's poll numbers are even worse, at 18%.
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(instrumental intro)
What Bush wanted was a great distraction; start a war or two.
Secret detentions, he ruled, can't be undone.
Cheney vowed he'd always go with Shrub; they're both crooks, like minds.
But Cheney's aim is quite blind; can't shoot a gun.
At an all-time low...
Their polls sink with Iraq war.
Cheney's polls fell more... than fall of the Shrub.
At an all-time low...
They'll take on the world, through hate.
They'll look to fight, but the Right... won't win.
Oil they want, lives wasted, war momentum lost in quagmire deep.
Bush-Cheney wrong and knee-deep, in deep doo-doo.
Their war crimes: they lied through words for war, now people realize
That Bush was selling us lies, to enrich his crew.
At an all-time low...
Their polls sink with Iraq war.
Cheney's polls fell more... than fall of the Shrub.
At an all-time low...
They'll take on the world, through hate.
They'll look to fight, but the Right... won't win.
They'll look to fight, but the Right... won't win.
At an all-time low...
(instrumental fade)
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Dick Cheney Shot His Gun
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)
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(instrumental intro)
Dick Cheney shot his gun... and missed.
No quail did he hit;
Hit Whittington and he nearly died.
(Should Cheney have guns?)
Denying what he'd done, Dick lied;
Answers to cops refused.
He kept on ducking, and wouldn't say.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...
Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...
Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)
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(instrumental intro)
Dick Cheney shot his gun... and missed.
No quail did he hit;
Hit Whittington and he nearly died.
(Should Cheney have guns?)
Denying what he'd done, Dick lied;
Answers to cops refused.
He kept on ducking, and wouldn't say.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...
Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...
Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?
(instrumental ending)
Friday, February 17, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Dick's Bad Shot Cannot Be Fixed
(Sung to the tune of "The First Cut Is The Deepest" by Rod Stewart)
Satire about Dick Cheney's ill-fated shotgun shooting of fellow hunter Harry Whittington
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(instrumental intro)
Dick Cheney's birdshot went to Harry's heart;
His canned quail hunt has been torn apart.
Cheney's faking got roasted on the spot.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.
George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.
Shrub still wants Cheney by his side
Just to help him lead the cheers when he lied.
Shrub's the Fuhrer, but Cheney's his guide.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.
George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "The First Cut Is The Deepest" by Rod Stewart)
Satire about Dick Cheney's ill-fated shotgun shooting of fellow hunter Harry Whittington
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Dick Cheney's birdshot went to Harry's heart;
His canned quail hunt has been torn apart.
Cheney's faking got roasted on the spot.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.
George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.
Shrub still wants Cheney by his side
Just to help him lead the cheers when he lied.
Shrub's the Fuhrer, but Cheney's his guide.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.
George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Who Shot The Lawyer? My Shot Gun
(Sung to the tune of "I Fought The Law" by the Bobby Fuller Four)
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As sung by Vice President Dick Cheney, who seriously wounded 78-year old lawyer Harry Whittington with his shotgun during a hunting trip in Texas, but refused to take blame for the incident:
(instrumental intro)
I need some cover for what I'd done.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
(instrumental interlude)
I need excuses, 'cause I had none.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
(Sung to the tune of "I Fought The Law" by the Bobby Fuller Four)
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As sung by Vice President Dick Cheney, who seriously wounded 78-year old lawyer Harry Whittington with his shotgun during a hunting trip in Texas, but refused to take blame for the incident:
(instrumental intro)
I need some cover for what I'd done.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
(instrumental interlude)
I need excuses, 'cause I had none.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.