Loves War Madly
(Sung to the tune of "Love Her Madly" by The Doors)

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Bush just loves war madly.
Bush just needs war badly.
Bush is in a daze.
Kills who's in his way.
Bush just loves war madly.
Gonna lose, like Daddy.
Gonna lose his race.
This war lover now is squawkin' 'bout his war.
Can't keep hidden his war crimes and more.
Bush is in a daze.
Kills who's in his way.
This war lover now is squawkin' 'bout his war.

Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub, soon gone.
Let's sting him really long.
Right wing creep who schemed;
Oil sources seemed... to attract this shark.

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Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub, soon gone.
Let's sting him really long.
Right wing creep who schemed;
Oil sources seemed... to attract this shark.

Bush just loves war madly...
Bush just loves war madly...
Bush just loves war madly...
Bush just loves war madly...

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Bush Baby, Your Slayin' Is Wrong
(Sung to the tune of "Hey Baby (They're Playin' Our Song) by The Buckinghams)

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Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Since 9-1-1, used fear to enrich your right wing throng.
Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Bombed Iraq together, with Blair, who went along.

You're the one who abused democracy...
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You're the one who made a fake presidency...
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The press keeps folks all snoozin'...
Props up the Shrub; hides the war he's losin'...

Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Since 9-1-1 used fear to enrich your right wing throng.
Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Bombed Iraq together, with Blair, who went along.

Blatant forgeries were cooked up by your team...
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So next November, we'll vote out your regime...
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War: revenue-enhancing...
You're out of time; a boil we'll be lancing...

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Bush Baby! Bush Baby!
Bush Baby! Bush Baby!

Blatant forgeries were cooked up by your team...
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So next November, we'll vote out your regime...
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War: revenue-enhancing...
You're out of time; a boil we'll be lancing...

Bush Baby! Bush Baby!
They're sayin' you're wrong.
Can't you hear them now?

Bush Baby! Bush Baby!
They're sayin' you're wrong.
Can't you hear them now?

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Mr. War Machine Man
(Sung to the tune of "Mr. Tambourine Man" by The Byrds)

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He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Tries to keep us from the polling place we're going to.
He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Bush's jingoistic warring has him hated and booed.

Bogus war, he's ripped for his aggressive brinkmanship.
Laws so senseless; our rights stripped.
Foreign lands within his grip.
World opposed his dumb mis-steps.
Waiting for when Bush's boot heels come a-plundering.
Shrub's ready to bomb anywhere.
He's ready for to raid.
Leads his own parade.
Blasting, bringing hell his way.
War premise? He has blundered it.

He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Tries to keep us from the polling place we're going to.
He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Bush's jingoistic warring has him hated and booed.

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He's Killer Dubya
(Sung to the tune of "Hava Nagila")

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Dubya... he's Killer Dubya.
He's killer Dubya.
A killer who wants his war.

Dubya... he's Killer Dubya.
He's killer Dubya.
A killer who wants his war.

Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Bush wants his war.

Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Bush wants his war.

Misled...misled, faking.
Misled, faking; war for nothing.
Misled, faking; war for nothing.
Misled, faking; war for nothing.
Misled, faking.
Misled, faking.
War for no-o-o-o-thing.

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Over three decades ago, Poppy Bush pulled strings to help Dubya avoid the Vietnam War by training as a pilot for an obsolete airplane in the Texas Air National Guard - and Shrub still went AWOL for a year!

Military Man
(Sung to the tune of "Solitary Man" by Neil Diamond)

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Pretender was fine at draft time; Shrub could flounder,
At his whim... who stopped him?
Air Guard played along; Bush's throng and his Dad bought
Zilch to do... Shrub could hide, too.

Shrub crowed he could kill through his will; makes war blindly.
The world he would slay, but still play games; act "kindly."
Just another scam...
Bush, "military man."
Military man.

Bush had to use fear, or we'd jeer, "Shrub's a small bird."
Part-time king... fake with strings.
We know he's a dunce who had once shirked his duty.
One year along... AWOL's wrong..

Shrub crowed he could kill through his will; makes war blindly.
The world he would slay, but still play games; act "kindly."
Just another scam...
Bush, "military man."
Military man.

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Shrub crowed he could kill through his will; makes war blindly.
The world he would slay, but still play games; act "kindly."
Just another scam...
Bush, "military man."
Military man.
Military man...
Military man...
Military man...

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AWOL Dubya, stung by widespread criticism of his flight suit appearance on an aircraft carrier proclaiming war victory, has recently disavowed the embarassing "Mission Accomplished" banner from the event, which he now blames on the Navy

He's No Top Gun
(Sung to the tune of "Shotgun" by Junior Walker & The All-Stars)

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He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

Blame his Iraq mess.
Economy is down now.
Bush just made himself a "top gun" - how?
Dressed-up Bush Baby clown; press said "Wow!"
Bullsh*t was loaded up; made his vow.
Again, let's boot him when he runs now...

He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

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He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

Tell Bush goodbye; he'll lose.
We say he's going down
Won't miss him; Bush, we won't choose.
Quayle couldn't.... spell "potatoes."
Boot Bush; let's throw tomatoes.

He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

It's our revenge time.
It's our revenge time.
It's our revenge time.
Hey!

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War-Drunken W.
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)

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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.

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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.

'Tis the season - tease their folly!

Bush's arrogant doctrine of pre-emptive war shows utter contempt for the international rule of law

World's Laws, He's Breaking Down
(Sung to the tune of "Santa Claus Is Back In Town" by Elvis Presley)

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(Backup singers: War lust... war lust... war lust....)

Soon, election time for Bush Baby,
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Soon, election time for Bush Baby,
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Starting new wars all over the world,
World's laws, he's breaking down.

Bush whipped up Hussein-fear
To launch his attack.
For war, he was drumming,
As his "9-1-1 payback."
Oh-h... soon, election time for Bush Baby,
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Starting new wars all over the world,
World's laws, he's breaking down.

(Backup singers: War lust... war lust... war lust....)

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Oppportunity's knocking...
To vote out the Right.
Bush's cause is boggin' down; a quagmire to fight.
Oh, soon, election time for Bush Baby
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Starting new wars all over the world,
World's laws, he's breaking down.

(Backup singers: War lust... war lust... war lust....)

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Bush's ballyhooed "capture of Saddam" has been exposed by the foreign press as another stage-managed lie; the Kurds captured Saddam in Iraq, and handed him over to U.S. troops who kept him in the "spider hole" for three weeks until he could be posed for the camera and the "story" could be spun by Bush's neocon handlers to counter adverse news stories about his oil war.

Posed Hussein
(Sung to the tune of "You're So Vain" by Carly Simon)

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Press called Bush such a "smartie" -
Saddam was captured inside Iraq.
This news strategically timed to coincide
With fresh new rebel attacks.

Bush's quagmire has no miracle,
To save himself from the ax.
And all the world knows who's Shrub's business partner,
Shrub's business partner; Bush....

Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him;
Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him,
'Bout him, 'bout him...

Don Rumsfeld dealt twenty years ago
With Saddam; sent arms to achieve
For Iraq, foreign aid all was bein' prepared;
Big weapons Saddam received.

Who got in the way of things for Shrub?
Saddam - once Prez, since relieved.
Neocon dreams caused by drugs in their coffee,
Drugs in their coffee; Bush...

Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him;
Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him,
'Bout him, 'bout him, 'bout him...

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Neocon dreams caused by drugs in their coffee,
Drugs in their coffee; Bush...

Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him;
Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him,
'Bout him, 'bout him, 'bout him...

Now their war dreams all went up in smoke and quagmire;
War focus sold from Day One.
Listen to this weird set, whose hocus-pocus
Will lead to total collapse of Dim Son.
Prison's where they should be for war crimes;
Iraq war plot "word-smithed."

Leaked Plame as a spy, just to spite Joseph Wilson
Spite Joseph Wilson; Bush...

Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him;
Posed Hussein.
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him,
'Bout him, 'bout him, 'bout him...

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Posed Hussein...
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him...
Posed Hussein...
Bush hopes Saddam will not talk about him...

War Monger Moron
(Sung to the tune of "More Than A Woman" by The Bee Gees)

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World sees neocons from Hell.
They see them crowing every day;
They've never seen such crooks before;
Who've come to take their wealth away.

Suddenly, they're taking life.
Their party, Bush their king, and crew.
Emperor smirks, then prays to fight;
Still lyin' to keep the truth from you.

Used force of arms against U.N. advice;
Through their war chants, Iraq's a mess.

Although they're losing now,
You think they won't lie?
Playing war games and they're crazy;
Bush mistakes now climb.
War that lasts "forever" - sink Bush at election time...
This czar... War Monger Moron...
War Monger Moron is he...
War Monger Moron...
War Monger Moron is he...

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War-time "glory" sold ain't true;
Of people like the Shrub, G. Dubya B.
Pop Bush was knocked off his shelf;
Let history repeat itself.
Re-election loss for W.
Polls sinking; no doubt, so he won't win.
You know despite his loud fan cheers,
The fall of Shrub has just begun.

War is their only way; for oil, troops die.
War is their only way to go.

Although they're losing now,
You think they won't lie?
Playing war games and they're crazy;
Bush mistakes now climb.
War that lasts "forever" - sink Bush at election time...
This czar... War Monger Moron...
War Monger Moron is he...
War Monger Moron...
War Monger Moron is he...

This czar... War Monger Moron...
War Monger Moron is he...
War Monger Moron...
War Monger Moron is he...

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Satire about the Bush Administration's policy of endless war and no-bid contracts to their business cronies such as Halliburton, Bechtel, Carlyle Group, etc.

War Contract Dealing
(Sung to the tune of "More Than A Feeling" by Boston)

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Troops' families mourning what Dim Son has done.
Funeral music; Bush stayed away.
Bush keeps himself among familiar throngs.
For war, sold lies; and gets ripped today...

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War contract dealing (war contract dealing);
With more war, Bush's cronies get their way (war contract dealing).
Neocon scheming (war contract dealing);
Now just see Halliburton today...
See Halliburton give Cheney big pay...

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So many soldiers have died and gone;
With lives they paid, through two years gone by.
Bush faces recall, as he blunders on.
Rove fears that Dim Son's goin' to say good-bye...

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War contract dealing (war contract dealing);
With more war, Bush's cronies get their way (war contract dealing).
Neocon scheming (war contract dealing);
Now just see Halliburton today...
See Halliburton give Cheney big pay...

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Get Bush fired; start thinking bold.
Decide to remove him, Election Day.
And dream of the world we used to know.
Expose Bush lies and just rip away...

Just rip away... just rip away...

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War contract dealing (war contract dealing);
With more war, Bush's cronies get their way (war contract dealing).
Neocon scheming (war contract dealing);
Now just see Halliburton today...
See Halliburton give Cheney big pay...

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Egregious
(Sung to the tune of "Venus" by Shocking Blue)

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The madness of his war won't stop.
He's earning all the world's blame.
His plummet in the polls won't pause.
George Dubya's his name.

He plotted.
Bush Baby has plotted.
War, so egregious.
He's a liar, whom we should fire.
So egregious.
He's a liar, whom we should fire.

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Used weapons to steal oil prize.
Iraq attacked; who's next, Iran?
Backed by the Far Right, he was.
Plot to go beyond his Dad.

He plotted.
Bush Baby has plotted.
War, so egregious.
He's a liar, whom we should fire.
So egregious.
He's a liar, whom we should fire.

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He plotted.
Bush Baby has plotted.
War, so egregious.
He's a liar, whom we should fire.
So egregious.
He's a liar, whom we should fire.

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War Love
(Sung to the tune of "More Love" by Smoky Robinson & The Miracles)

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G.O.P. goons... won't legislate.
Make a vow... don't wait.
Vote and take part, so that Shrub won't win.
Let's make their momentum stop, must debunk their spin.

Through war love, through War Boy.
They wage war crime, and aim to destroy.
The Shrub can't see; he's full of sh*t.
He faked entire lifetime; he lived a clown.
He lived a clown; wears the crown; tear him down.

Bush has caused friction, world reacts.
He's unreal... has no tact.
They'll always be wrong: Bush and his crew.
So they'll kill the living to take without giving.

Through war love, through War Boy.
They wage war crime, and aim to destroy.
The Shrub can't see; he's full of sh*t.
He faked entire lifetime; he lived a clown.
He lived a clown; wears the crown; tear him down.

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Fake officed holder... feeds greed through fear.
Yes, indeed, his end is near.
Bush is despised, too; by the world, hear them say:
"Not smart, but useless: a creep who is ruthless."

Through war love, through War Boy.
They wage war crime, and aim to destroy.
The Shrub can't see; he's full of sh*t.
He faked entire lifetime; he lived a clown.
He lived a clown; wears the crown; tear him down.

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On War Footin'
(Sung to the tune of "Barefootin' " by Robert Parker)

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Bush's buddies can taste defeat.
War makes them nervous (Vietnam repeat).
Must spin the news, or Shrub gets beat.
Can his war plans survive the heat?

On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'.

The Grand Old Party has gone far right.
Oil war folly; they lied to fight.
Debate was rigged by Shrub's sneaky crew.
'Cause war advanced the neocon view.

On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'.

'Cause Bush's pals goad Iraq's mess on.
To firms like Brown & Root, contracts gone.
Our soldiers used and then thrown away
To back up Bush on Election Day.

On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'.

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Bush said to Cheney, "What should I do?
War of attrition, at Condition 2."
Dick told Shrub, "Hey, listen, you!
War is our mission to protect our coup."

On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'.

On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'...
On war footin'.

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Bush Is Unreal - An Unnatural Moron
(Sung to the tune of "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin)

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Throw him out; his oil war's insane.
Let's get this heel soon retired.
What we must do: get Shrub to face Election Day.
War for an oil deal: quagmired.
Election Day, we'll bet you strife we'll still find,
'Cause the Shrub wants to see world peace unwind.

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

Now his polls are falling to the ground.
We claim he's wrong; we blame him.
His war's unjust, but too long to flee.
Right wing bliss? Quagmire claims him.
He's a war monger, mouth full of what he said before.
'Cause war will make Bush happy; we don't need his war.

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

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Bush Baby's just dumb as can be,
His head's not steel, just wood inside,
And so just what is he supposed to do?

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

'Cause Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal,
Bush is unreal, an unnatural moron (moron).

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Insulated from thousands of protestors who despise his policies wherever he goes in the world, Bush lives in a security bubble created by his handlers and the sycophantic American lapdog press.

Bush Lives In A Bubble
(Sung to the tune of "Message In A Bottle" by The Police)

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Critics blast away at his hypocrisy,
But Bush won't hear; just see more looniness
Than any man would dare.
Mess you see: his war, will fall into despair.

Defending his B.S. to the world,
Defending his B.S. to the world,
Defending his B.S. to the world.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
Bush lives in a bubble.

Bush fears his past will just lose him votes,
But he should have known this;
Fights he did start.
Looney dope can't keep it together.
Shrub has ended life,
And Shrub's mistakes aren't smart.

Defending his B.S. to the world,
Defending his B.S. to the world,
Defending his B.S. to the world.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
Bush lives in a bubble.

Iraq's now warring; won't believe what he saw.
And now a million troubles f**k up his oil war.
Dreams to keep his throne, which is not his own.
Critics (a billion) blast away:
"Crook-king, just go home!"

Defending his B.S. to the world,
Defending his B.S. to the world,
Defending his B.S. to the world.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
This dope, the Dim Son, gets by.
Bush lives in a bubble.

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U.S. troops in Iraq get live Thanksgiving turkey delivered from the White House, as Bush sneaks from his Crawford ranch into a Baghdad airplane hangar under a press blackout.

The Turkey Went Down To Baghdad
(Sung to the tune of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" by The Charlie Daniels Band)

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The Turkey went down to Baghdad.
He was looking for some votes to steal.
Bush was in a bind, 'cause he couldn't find
Just who was killing his oil deal.

Then he came, the Boss (this dumb man);
Bremer told a riddle, and saying what not.
Then the Turkey jumped up
And started to stump,
And said, "Boys, let me tell you what..."

"I guess you didn't know it,
But I've been sayin' prayers for you.
So be prepared and just take care,
I've hedged my bets on you.
Now you just aim right down the middle, boys.
You know what terr-ists do."
He's there to meddle; black gold has claimed his soul.

Bush Boy said, "I blame Saddam.
If you fight, we will win.
'Cause we're not done yet, so don't you forget
That you can't rest or think of kin."

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Bush, the one who went AWOL, and played a little hard,
Made hell break loose in Baghdad; can't find rebels, can't stand guard.
Bush cannot win, and he stands on a griddle; war's he's sold..
So much to lose, his war for that black gold.

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(Narrated:)
The Turkey's sheltered at a base, and he said,
"You've got to show...
You'll fire upon whomever trips
On this base; let them know."
Through his bullsh*t show, the Boss's strings
From Karl Rove did this,
With his band of neo-con men
Who expound, "War time is bliss!"

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(Narrated:)
When the Turkey finished being fed,
Press said,"That was pretty good, Great One."
His polls down; Bush was scared, and dared
To get more stolen oil to run.

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Hired Halliburton; contracts done.
Selling off the White House, the Dim Son.
Chickenhawk who just ran through the back door,
Sneaking into Iraq, his oil war.

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The Turkey vowed he'd get revenge;
Brave talk before defeat.
He's dismayed he's in the middle
Of a quagmire, taking heat.
Then Rove said, "Dub-ya, please come on back,
'Cause your poll's on the rise again."
Press extolled the stunts of the Dubya dunce
"He's the best," say Bush's men.

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Hired Halliburton; contracts done.
Selling off the White House, the Dim Son.
Chickenhawk who just ran through the back door,
Sneaking into Iraq, his oil war.

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U.S. troops in Iraq get live Thanksgiving turkey delivered from the White House, as Bush sneaks from his Crawford ranch into a Baghdad airplane hangar under a press blackout.

Bush Turkey
(Sung to the tune of "Beach Baby" by First Choice)

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This past November on Thanksgiving Day,
Bush told nobody he would sneak away.
He flew to see troops in his Iraq war;
Low troop morale could make his war plans fail.

Whatever happens, this bungling fool flops.
War mess; Shrub should remember those of Pop's.
Already thinks about the world's next war.
His sneak trip featured on his campaign trail.

Bush Turkey, Bush Turkey, failed command.
Gave troops something that they can remember.
They'll fight his war,
Bush just talks and keeps score for the far right.

Bush Turkey, Bush Turkey; his stunt was planned
To prop polls 'til next November.
Tell his he's done; vote him out, make him run far away.

Ooooh... our troops fought, but war won't end.
Ooooh... Bush isn't anybody's friend.

We cannot wait 'til next Election Day.
This crooked czar and Rove; let's send away.
Rice, Rummy, Cheney, Wolfowitz all bring
War mess; they manage to f**k up everything.

Bush Turkey, Bush Turkey, failed command.
Gave troops something that they can remember.
They'll fight his war,
Bush just talks and keeps score for the far right.

Bush Turkey, Bush Turkey; his stunt was planned
To prop polls 'til next November.
Tell his he's done; vote him out, make him run far away.

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Cell Phone With Range
(Sung to the tune of "Home On The Range")

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Give me a cell phone
That has no charge to roam,
Without fear of long contract to pay.
When you speak, you're heard;
Callers hear every word,
You don't try to talk loudly always.

Phone... cell phone with range...
Without fear of long contract to pay.
When you speak, you're heard;
Callers hear every word,
You don't try to talk loudly always.

You'd dare find the cure?
Better service, no fees?
They'll just tease you to call while in flight.
I would not exchange
A good cell phone with range
For all their new gadgets in sight.

Phone... cell phone with range...
Without fear of long contract to pay.
When you speak, you're heard;
Callers hear every word,
You don't try to talk loudly always.

Recharged to "full power";
Still can't talk for an hour?
They can't hear you, and you have to scream.
Technology sucks,
If you're paying big bucks,
But good phone service still is a dream.

Phone... cell phone with range.
Without fear of long contract to pay.
When you speak, you're heard;
Callers hear every word,
You don't try to talk loudly always.

On 11/18/03, over 200,000 protestors in London jeered Dubya's visit to England, as they toppled a statue of Bush in Trafalgar Square, mocking the staged toppling of Saddam's statue in Baghdad

Pulled The Man Down

(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")

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(instrumental intro)

George Bush came a-stalkin' to Blair's Downing Street.
Say! They pulled the man down.
A Dubya statue was toppled, so neat.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Bush has failed, say the English, and he's opposed here.
Say! They pulled the man down.
The U.K.'s not a country that Bush rules through fear.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Pulled the man down (bully),
Pulled the man down.
This man they hate; pulled the man down.
Bush skipped Parliament, 'cause of the things he don't know.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Hundred thousand protestors who want Bush out now.
Say! They pulled the man down.
Bush in Britain to show it's their Queen who must bow.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Bush's oil war was mocked out in Trafalgar Square.
Say! They pulled the man down.
Bush's lying mendacity doesn't play ther.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

Pulled the man down (bully), pulled the man down.
This man they hate; pulled the man down.
Bush thought his re-electioh would be safe by now.
For his war crimes, they pulled the man down.

(repeat verses)

Lampooning the abysmal environmental records of Dubya as governnor of Texas and pResident, and Jeb Bush as governor of Florida

Polluted Rivers And Clear-Cut Woods
(Sung to the tune of "Over The River And Through The Woods")

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(instrumental intro)

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods:
The Bush Brothers' faults we know.
Bush forces will say that they rule the day,
They'll jump when their cronies just say: "Go."

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods,
While cronies' profits grow.
If you oppose the paths they chose
Go vote a resounding "No!"

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods,
And getting worse today.
The hell Bushes bring makes polluters sing
"Hurrah for this giveaway-ay!"

Polluted rivers and clear-cut woods,
Through bribes Bush cronies play.
Bring out of the ground
New oil to be found
Through Bushes' land giveaway.

(repeat verses)

Reposted from May 4, 2003, with new MIDI music sent in by John Rigoni (thanks!)

Bush's Big Hypocrisy
(Sung to the tune of "You're The Biggest Part of Me" by Ambrosia)

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(instrumental intro)

Unwise... yes, the Dim Son's no wiser.
Hear his lies... his new war's on the horizon.
We despise... and we'll keep on despisin'
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Flay the Right... their warmongering society.
Shine the light... on financial impropriety.
All this strife... Bush's sheep will follow blindly:
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

Brain froze... a dry drunk getting older.
Shrub knows... he's a dummy office holder.
All it shows... world hate for him will smolder.
They hate his hypocrisy.

Forever... oil stealing, war forever.
Together... Bush and neo-cons together.
For better... throw them out; things will be better.
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

(Bridge:)
War plan: for easy stealin,' oil kings join fully.
War they will sell you; won't end peacefully.
Over Euphrates River; foreigner enmity.
Bush violently pounds Saddam, and believes that he
Can just deceive.

(instrumental break)

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

Slimy... shedding blood for oil, he's slimy.
Grimy... greedy, dirty war; he's grimy.
Stymie... Bush, who fears end of war would stymie
Bush's big hypcrisy.

Forever... oil stealing, war forever.
Together... Bush and neo-cons together.
For better... throw them out; things will be better.
Bush's big hypocrisy.

War and strife, hegemony.
Bush's big hypocrisy...

(instrumental break and fade)

Satire about Bush's craven November 2003 state visit to the United Kingdom, which drew over 200,000 protestors, causing Bush to avoid speaking to Parliament or hostile audiences

Booed In Streets of London
(Sung to the tune of "The Streets of London" by Ralph McTell)

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(instrumental intro)

Oil war, a "bold plan" that Dubya started.
In the U.S. papers, that's "worn-out news."
Using lies to seize his prize.
Truth held loosely, Dubya tries
To rattle sabers;
Spews saber-rattling views.

So how come the Shrub is the only
Leader told "Go where the sun don't shine!"?
Leader-fake invades their land,
So Bush is booed in streets of London.
Nothing by this dumb king
Will make them change their minds.

Venting spleen, the whole world;
Like talk on the streets of London.
Foreign affairs; they oppose U.S. flags.
Shrub's got no time for talking.
He just keeps on stalking.
Brits say, "Bush go home - to oil war body bags!"

So how come the Shrub is the only
Leader told "Go where the sun don't shine!"?
Leader-fake invades their land,
So Bush is booed in streets of London.
Nothing by this dumb king
Will make them change their minds.

Bush's far right fans say, "New World order will be heaven."
His old man said, "Beware what you've sown."
Shaking up the whole world,
Now on the brink from his f**k-ups.
He seeks lasting power;
Through his blunders, stands alone.

So how come the Shrub is the only
Leader told "Go where the sun don't shine!"?
Leader-fake invades their land,
So Bush is booed in streets of London.
Nothing by this dumb king
Will make them change their minds.

Satire about Bush's craven November 2003 state visit to the United Kingdom, which drew over 200,000 protestors, causing Bush to avoid speaking to Parliament or hostile audiences

Airhead's In London
(Sung to the tune of "Werewolves Of London" by Warren Zevon)

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(instrumental intro)

The U.S. war hawk who's unwelcome in their land;
Walking through the streets, Brits protest his reign.
Bush was looking for a place to hide from their looks.
Benefits himself; his wish: no one complain.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

He won't hear them howling,
"Bush, down with your oil war!"
In Iraq, he won't win.
British troops get killed and mutilated for his fight.
Airhead's in London again.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

He's so heavy-handed, bent-on-war, fake pResident.
Insulated bubble: he'll stay there.
Brits must stay away from him;
"No lip" would suit his whim.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

Puppet of Dick Cheney talking with the Queen.
Booing this airhead is London.
Tool of Dick Cheney, Dubya, talking with the Queen.
Booing this airhead is London.

We saw this airhead thinking that he just got a re-election "fix,"
'Cause Blair was perfect.

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!
(Flawed crud...)

They boo!
Airhead's in London.
They boo!

(repeat refrain and fade)

Satire about Bush's craven November 2003 state visit to the United Kingdom, which drew over 200,000 protestors, causing Bush to avoid speaking to Parliament or hostile audiences

Weakened, Gone To England
(Sung to the tune of "Weekend In New England" by Barry Manilow)

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(instrumental intro)

Iraq fight; Bush won't say why;
How he used fear.
He bombs without pity.
His warmongers cheer.
They're protesting W; Brits made it clear.
They tell him...

"Madman!" their cries greet.
They chant at W.
Ill will, so strong, it won't end.
Our head man, the Shrub, booed again.

Shrub's gone to England... to get away
From Iraqi breaches... war plans astray.
Got tarred, no war glory... war's end must now wait.
Brits tell him...

"Madman!" their cries greet.
They chant at W.
Ill will, so strong, it won't end.
Our head man, the Shrub, booed again.

Bush fears the change coming;
Chill wind which now blows.
How's this knave now faring?
In Iraq, deaths rose.

Bush chooses to string out.
Oil for blood can't be bad.
The neocons' heaven:
Through blood, can be had.
Brits tell him...

"Madman!" their cries greet.
They chant at W.
Ill will, so strong, it won't end.
Our head man, the Shrub, booed again.

Our head man, the Shrub, booed... again.
Again...

(instrumental ending)

War To Wage, More Mess To Make
(Sung to the tune of "More Today Than Yesterday" by Spiral Staircase)

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(instrumental intro)

Soon... in November, repay the Shrub.
Look... and go vote: no more time for Shrub.
Bush must go; Iraq should spell that Shrub is through.
Bush's right wing team and crew:
Still is slinging lies at you.

Election Day's when we'll say, "No, W!"
With each day, find a new way to drub his coup.
All the time now, his polls slip;
His blind Iraq blunder.
His Iraq war dreams untrue;
His pretending time is through.

So, Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
He hasn't much time to borrow.
Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
His regime hasn't much time to bor-r-row.

(instrumental break)

He'd "borrow" 87 billion (cronies' pay).
Stupid think tank neo-cons just want their way.
Bush thinks through war, that oil is ours,
But rebels grow stronger.
Hid our soldiers killed from view;
Bush cronies steal your cash from you.

So, Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
He hasn't much time to borrow.
Bush wants more war to wage, more mess to make.
His regime hasn't much time to bor-r-row.

Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"
Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"
Election Day's when we'll say:
"No more time for Dubya!"

(repeat final refrain and fade)

Satire about former Alabama State Supreme Court Justice Roy Moore, fired by his peers for defying the federal court's order to remove his 5,000 pound granite slabs of the Ten Commandments from the state court house

No More Moore
(Sung to the tune of "More, More, More" by Andrea True Connection)

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(instrumental intro)

Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Said you had to go.
You lost your appeal.
Mugged for cameras rollin'.
Gut reaction goin'.
Crazy - you know the law's not "what you feel."
Slabs of Ten Commandments:
Those who aren't smart will kneel.

No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.

Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Roy... courts have had 'bout enough.
Said you had to go.
You lost your appeal.
Mugged for cameras rollin'.
Gut reaction goin'.
Crazy - you know the law's not "what you feel."
Slabs of Ten Commandments:
Those who aren't smart will kneel.

No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.

Said you had to go.
You lost your appeal.
Mugged for cameras rollin'.
Gut reaction goin'.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.
No more Moore!
Right wing dislikes it, right wing dislikes it.

The Bush Administration's failed occupation qWagmire in Iraq has the neocons desperately looking to turn security over the pro-Bush Iraqi army

Iraqization
(Sung to the tune of "Anticipation" by Carly Simon)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush can never know 'bout the days to come.
But he thinks that he'll win anyway.
And he wonders why he's really blistered now
For war; chasing after some donors' pay.

Iraqization...
Iraqi-za-a-tion...
Bush: target of hate.
Folks bleeping him, sta-a-a-a-a-a-ting...

World tells you now, how sleazy is the W.
And how right wing smarm deals unsoundly,
As Bush reversed his words, in haste, his plight:
War's got him thinking about how tight the fight might be...

Iraqization...
Iraqi-za-a-tion...
Bush: target of hate.
Folks bleeping him, sta-a-a-a-a-a-ting...

And tomorrow, let's fight and stick together.
War-time profits, while cutting GI pay?
Bush plutocracy, pursuing more lies right now.
The Far Right's fear: that their czar could go away.
Their czar could go away...
The Far Right's fear: that their czar could go away.
Their czar could go away...
Their czar could go away...
Their czar could go away...
Their czar could go away.

Satire about the neoconservative lunatics who led Dubya by the nose to the war qWagmire in Iraq

Crackpot Insane Gang
(Sung to the tune of "Back On The Chain Gang" by The Pretenders)

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(instrumental intro)

War-bound, their picture in view... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
They've hijacked the world through might.
Kept their place in times past;
They'd been cast out of... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
Now they're back; lead the Right.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

The world and France beyond their control... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
Control TV and the news from the world.
In the White House, mental midget from hell... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
This man is despised for defending war lies.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

The powers that he
Used force us to live with his coup.
King Bush would just seize
What the neocons want, his crew.

Our troops die as they stand there today,
Knowing how steep is their part.
Bush'll fail, in ruins, his way.
Forsaking his start.

War-bound, their picture in view... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
These are the happiest days of their lives.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

Chickenhawks skipped war battle, took no part... o-o-o-o-o-oh...
They're dispatching life for the wars they start.
Iraq is bloodstained... yeah, oh...
Crackpot insane gang.

(instrumental fade)

Satire about the neoconservative lunatics who led Dubya by the nose to the war qWagmire in Iraq

What's Shrub Gonna Do With It?
(Sung to the tune of "What's Love Got To Do With It" by Tina Turner)

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(instrumental intro)

The Shrub's right wing band:
Out to crush other lands; a repulsive act.
Using our troops to kill,
Steal oil from the world.
Hypocrites who backed...
A cynical... and illogical...
Bloodlust, crying for war
Through all means, ignored fact, so-o-o...

What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
That's Shrub, tryin' reverse his polls' motion.
What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
New wars to start; blown apart, Iraq broken.

It may be so true that Shrub's acting confused.
He'll be toast, you'll see.
For rich friends, Iraq's razed.
Shrub's head is war-crazed.
War he caused to be.
He's earned blame for it.
This war phase: forfeit.
There was never good reason, and no democracy... so-o-o...

What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
That's Shrub, tryin' reverse his polls' motion.
What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
New wars to start; blown apart, Iraq broken.

(instrumental break)

Shrub's been shaken 'bout his re-election.
Things won't go his way.
War-crazed thinking for his own protection.
He's scary; send this heel away.

What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
That's Shrub, tryin' reverse his polls' motion.
What's Shrub gonna do, gonna do with it?
New wars to start; blown apart, Iraq broken.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Satire about the delusional warmongering neoconservatives who led Dubya around by the nose into his qWagmire in Iraq

Right Wing Vicious Minds
(Sung to the tune of "Suspicious Minds" by Elvis Presley)

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(instrumental intro)

For naught, in Iraq.
Troops can't walk out.
Was caused by oil lust of Bush Baby.

Democracy?
None in Iraq to see.
World won't believe a word Shrub's saying.

War still goes on for treasure:
Right wing vicious minds.
Empire-building dreams:
Right wing vicious minds.

Bush can't defend status quo,
Though neocons bellow.
His unaccomplished mission hid by lies.

He won't crow again;
Masking his dumb grin.
You can't see his fears are real;
Troops dying.

War still goes on for treasure:
Right wing vicious minds.
Empire-building dreams:
Right wing vicious minds.

How long will troops survive,
Or die from years of Bush lies?
Press won't ask our dumb king why.
It's "sunny"; won't show
Bush always lied to you.

Lapdogs... yeah, yeah...

For naught, in Iraq.
Troops can't walk out.
Was caused by oil lust of Bush Baby.

Democracy?
None in Iraq to see.
World won't believe a word Shrub's saying.

War still goes on for treasure:
Right wing vicious minds.
Empire-building dreams:
Right wing vicious minds...

(fade)

The Iraq QWagmire and depressed economy drags on, despite Karl Rove's best efforts to ensure Bush's re-election as War Time pResident

Shady Rove
(Sung to the tune of "Shady Grove")

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(instrumental intro)

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Reached Baghdad by summertime,
But Iraq won't fall.
Our troops can't win this war for Shrub,
And his regime could fall.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Weeks dragged on, as the death toll rose.
Spies from our CIA frown.
Neocons snarlin' from the start.
Bush's polls keep going down.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Lies abound from petty little Shrub.
Lies abound; war-crazy.
Lies abound from petty little Shrub.
While our troops push up daisies.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

Shrub stoked fear, and beat up on France.
Shrub stoked fear to carry.
Shrub stoked fear, and beat up on France.
His regime we'll soon bury.

Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
Shady Rove is dreamin'.
Shady Rove props up the Shrub.
War's blowin' back his schemin'.

A shaken Deputy Secretary of Defense Paul Wolfowitz recently survived an Iraqi rocket attack while staying at a hotel near American military headquarters in Baghdad

What's War All About, Wolfie?
(Sung to the tune of "What's It All About, Alfie?" by Dionne Warwick)

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(instrumental intro)

What's war all about, Wolfie?
Rebel rockets, an omen they give.
What's war all about?
Iraq wants us out, Wolfie.
All we've spent to make war:
Through a sieve.
Our pResident is blind.

Neoconning fools are blind, Wolfie.
Made this mess with lies, only adds fuel.
Taking life is wrong;
Doesn't prove you're strong, Wolfie.
When will war end?
For black gold, you're a tool.
You're sure, since you believe.

Right wing heaven for Shrub, Wolfie?
All based on nothing - this war.
Twist things, keepin' your deceivers still deceivin'.

A rout by Shrub does not exist, Wolfie.
But still your kind will just insist on bluffing, Wolfie.
So don't squawk; if you're smart, go away.
We'll remind the Shrub he will pay.
Wolfie... Wolfie...

Power's What Bush Has Planned To Hold On To
(Sung to the tune of "Hand To Hold On To" by John Mellencamp)

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(instrumental intro)

We'll at last get soaked; what Shrub's done for rich friends.
Caught in the middle when his troubles begin.
Bush's vice is sleazy, that voters must end.
Stop that fool, that fool, that fool...

Went it alone; now reviled; Iraq war plot ingrained.
Talked like a jerk with uneducated brain.
Fought the whole world, counting on ploys for gain.
He's a joker, war creature, world peace in tatters.

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

In debt; we're stuck in Shrub's financial situation.
Bush the Phony is evident to the United Nations.
There's no work; his tax cuts flopped like a dud.
As his polls now dive, he's still slingin' mud.

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

Ill-gotten powers by Bush's crown.
He heeds nobody, caring just for himself.
We know you want him kicked off his throne.
End Bush plutocracy, plutocracy.
Let's end his sleaze, plutocracy, yeah...
Oh, yeah...

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.
Power's now in the wrong hands.
Power's now in all rich hands.
Power's what Bush has planned to hold on to.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Just More Intimidation
(Sung to the tune of "Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)" by The Temptations)

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(instrumental intro)

Each day, hear Rush Limbaugh, debauched as he passes lies.
He says of himself, "I'm such a lucky guy.
With Bush as Emperor, the Right Wing's dream came true."
Out of all the morons in the world, we've got Duh-Buh-You.

Right wing wants just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.
You'll see just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.

Was right wing carried; George Bush and family.
War crazy in his dome; destroying countries,
Through two wars, and maybe three.
Shrub sells you li-i-i-ies... to realize it all.
The neo-conners' dream: oil to steal (Bush just beams).

Right wing wants just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.
You'll see just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.

(instrumental break)

The Far Right was appeased this way:
Ashcroft, made A.G.
Ted Olson picked as the Solicitor, S.G.
Rumsfeld sends troops to die.

The Shrub's lunacy: using arms so boldly;
Iraq's unending tragedy.
But in reality, war benefits his cronies.

Right wing wants just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.
You'll see just more intimidation.
Demanding loyalty.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Like father, like son; Bush 43 has trouble with the "vision thing" just like Bush 41

Troubled Vision
(Sung to the tune of "Double Vision" by Foreigner)

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(instrumental intro)

Dealin' down and dirty; stealin' blind is mean.
The Bush Dim Son is so right wing extreme.
His crimes have ended good times, brought this time of hate.
Don't want Big Dick around, 'cause he can't talk straight.

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny...

They can't do more than lie, to feed their greed.
You'll find them racing; it's their cronies whom they'll feed.
Let's fight the Right; G. Dubya Bush has met his limit.
F**ked up all of four years, bein' ruled by this dimwit.

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny.

(instrumental break)

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny...

Filled with lies: Bush's troubled vision.
So unwise... is his troubled vision.
Coup, no regrets, cruelty, their world view we see.
His troubled vision can't be destiny...

(repeat chorus and fade)

More, More Pills For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Poor, Poor Pitiful Me" by Linda Ronstadt)

As sung by dope addict Rush Limbaugh, bitter at his former maid who turned him in

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(instrumental intro)

Well, I filled my head with some rich man's crack.
Maid sent, got drugs for me.
But my pain's not done, without some more...
More, more pills for me.

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

Well, I had a plan; didn't do me good.
I relied on dames.
Maid really burned me over good.
My name's down in flames.

My maid really burned me over good.
I had to fire her, not suspend her.
I'm going to a rehab ward.
Gifts, I will not send her!

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

Well, I'd jump for joy for a change in news!
Have they found Osama?
My drug screw-up has my ratings down;
Hate this melodrama.

More, more... pills for me.
More, more pills for me.
Press made noise; won't let me be.
Won't have mercy on me.
No more drugs for me.

(instrumental break)

No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.
No... more... for... me...
No more pills for me.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's drug addiction and illegal procurement of drugs through his maid

All He Needs Is Drugs
(Sung to the tune of "All You Need Is Love" by The Beatles)

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(instrumental intro)

Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...

Rush Limbaugh must now rue what he has done.
Drugs bought from a ring; some rat has sung.
Nothing he can say when he got burned; is his maid to blame?
He's sleazy.

The painkillers were for aches; those pills he craved.
Watch how he behaved; that's why he raved.
Nothing he can do, but he has learned how to beat the crime.
He's sleazy.

All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...
Drugs, drugs, drugs...

All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

There's nothing we don't know; his secret's blown.
Rank hypocrisy of his, now shown.
Jail's where he can be; that isn't where they've sent him to be.
He's sleazy...
.
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs...
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

All he needs is drugs (all together now)
All he needs is drugs (everybody)
All he needs is drugs, drugs...
Drugs are all he needs.

Drugs are all he needs.
Drugs are all he needs.
Drugs are all he needs.

A druggie, yeah, yeah, yeah...
A druggie, yeah, yeah, yeah...

(fade)

The Hype Rush Limbaugh Can't Live Down
(Sung to the tune of "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" by Joan Baez)

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(instrumental intro)

Rush Limbaugh is his name; was addicted to pills for pain.
Always gave lib'rals the blame, and swore he'd attack again.
But his bad news would soon arrive.
Press is hungry; they could eat him alive.
He took for pain, big bunches of pills.
Ignored his crime; hear dissembling from his shills....

The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down.
He's catchin' hell; it's stingin'.
The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down,
Despite the mud he's been slingin'.
We'll sing, "Ha! Look at Rush Limbaugh.
Above the law, are you, Rush Limbaugh?"

Imagine life; penitentiary.
It's one day he dreads to see.
Mind not quick, clumsy; verbose hypocrisy.
Oh, how he whined, 'cause he's flopping good.
Still on on the air, but his money's no good.
He'd take more through greed, to pad his nest.
Scandal forever has shaken this right wing pest...

The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down.
He's catchin' hell; it's stingin'.
The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down,
Despite the mud he's been slingin'.
We'll sing, "Ha! Look at Rush Limbaugh.
Above the law, are you, Rush Limbaugh?"

"Dittoheads are still for me," Rush's working plan;
"But why aren't others for me?"
This crook took the Devil's stand.
Yes, Rush was libertine, loud, depraved.
Right wing blank check paid him, what he craved.
Ensnared in the mud, with crow to eat;
In a haze of pain; propped up by his sheep who bleat...

The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down.
He's catchin' hell; it's stingin'.
The hype Rush Limbaugh can't live down,
Despite the mud he's been slingin'.
We'll sing, "Ha! Look at Rush Limbaugh.
Above the law, are you, Rush Limbaugh?"

Rush Is Low Brow
(Sung to the tune of "Buffalo Gals")

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(instrumental intro)

Rush is squawking, "Damn the heat! Damn the heat! Damn the heat!"
The police have corraled his drugs from the street.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

"Rush flopped!" heard; "What a cad!" fans squawk.
Fans now squawk, fans now squawk.
He feat shook up his world of talk.
Now left with gloom is he.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Disaster; for he has no chance.
Has no chance, has no chance.
Rush went splat; and he has no chance.
To fake a drug lecture.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Rush rants at the gal he employed; ain't it shockin'?
At the law he is mockin', for the dope he was stockin'.
Rush rants at the gal he employed; ain't it shockin'?
Still he rants like a right wing buffoon.

Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
'Cause they're dumb on the Right.
Rush is low brow, 'cause they're dumb on the Right.
He rants like a right wing buffoon.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's drug addiction and illegal procurement of drugs through his maid

Drugs From No Store
(Sung to the tune of "Love In Store" by Fleetwood Mac)

{Sorry, no MIDI is available}

(instrumental intro)

On his show, you can hear Limbaugh squeal.
His drug dealing's been found.
He sent his maid to pick his drugs up.
He bought his pills by the pound.
(He bought his pills by the pound.)

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

From what he has done, he should be dealt
Without hypocrisy.
In jail, he'd see his own fat melt.
He's scared of feeling that way.
(He's scared of feeling that way.)

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

Lawmen take his drugs away.
Makin' him crazy.
Lawmen, take his drugs away.

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

Lawmen take his drugs away.
Makin' him crazy.
Lawmen, take his drugs away.

Rush can't buy them... anymore.
He should be jail-bound.
He bought his drugs from no store.

My Pills
(Sung to the tune of "My Girl" by The Temptations)

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As sung by Rush Limbaugh, the doped-up Dope:

(instrumental intro)

Hey, it's pill time...
Keep those crowds away.
Though they're sold outside,
I got these pills, my way.

Pain kept at bay;
What can make me feel this way?
My pills... (my pills... my pills...)
Talkin' 'bout my pills... (my pills).

I've got so much money.
Maid got drugs for me.
I've got to cheat as long,
As my words can deceive.

Pain kept at bay;
What can make me feel this way?
My pills... (my pills... my pills...)
Talkin' 'bout my pills... (my pills).

(Background vocals sung over instrumental break:)
(Stay away... I won't say...)

Yes, I need more money.
Selling lies, cash for fame.
Lies bought all my riches, baby;
Through rants, I aim.

Pain kept at bay;
What can make me feel this way?
My pills... (my pills... my pills...)
Talkin' 'bout my pills... (my pills).

(Talkin' 'bout my pills...)
Talkin' bout, talkin' bout...
(Talkin' 'bout my pills...)

(fade)

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction and their possibly illegal procurement

Fool Poppin' Pills
(Sung to the tune of "Fool On The Hill" by The Beatles)

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(instrumental intro)

Say, what'd he say?
Addicted to pills?
That man did the foolish sin;
Still gets support from his shills.

Hypocrisy doesn't slow him;
We can see that he's just a fool.
And Rush never gives an answer.

He's the fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

Ten pills a day;
Head in the clouds.
That man of a thousand vices;
Squawking dittohead crowd.

Hypocrisy doesn't slow him.
The press hounds now will jeer this fake.
And Rush never dreamed we'd notice

He's the fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

(instrumental break)

Republicans scream they like him;
You can tell they won't taunt or boo.
His radio shows aren't dealing with

The fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

Whoever listens, fools them
Rush knows that they are fools.
'Cause they are not rich, like him.

The fool poppin' pills.
It's no fun bein' put down.
He spouts lies from his head;
Right wing world's spinning clown.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction scandal

Drug Addicted Is Rush
(Sung to the tune of "Addicted To Love" by Robert Palmer)

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(instrumental intro)

Shone light upon... scandal hit home.
You'll find... what made Rush moan.
His fans fret... 'bout his mistakes.
The right wing's pissed... gives him headaches.

Ditto sheep... how they bleat.
Without a doubt... they'll just leap.
Loaded with spite... they disbelieve.
They'll boo and hiss... but Rush, they'll heed.

Rush would like to think that he's immune from the law - oh, yeah!
It's closer to the truth to say, "It's scandal, Limbaugh!"
Dittoheads will have to face it: drug addicted is Rush.

The right wing whine... about the deed:
Drug-running... by maid, for greed.
On dark streets... of drugs and crime.
What about this? Some fans say, "Fine" (a one-track mind)

Rush rants... Rush raves...
Hallucinogens... are all he craves.
He feels numb... hears the boos
From his kind... hates to lose.

Rush would like to think that he's immune from the law - oh, yeah!
It's closer to the truth to say, "It's scandal, Limbaugh!"
Dittoheads will have to face it: drug addicted is Rush.

Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.

Shone light upon... scandal hit home.
You'll find... what made Rush moan.
His fans fret... 'bout his mistakes.
The right wing's pissed... gives him headaches.

Rush would like to think that he's immune from the law - oh, yeah!
It's closer to the truth to say, "It's scandal, Limbaugh!"
Dittoheads will have to face it: drug addicted is Rush.

Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.
Gettin' hell, wasted, drug-addicted is Rush.

Satire about Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction and their possibly illegal procurement

You Gotta Sell Me Pills
(Sung to the tune of "I Put A Spell On You" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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(instrumental intro)

"You gotta sell me pills!"
Rush Limbaugh whined.
Law put a stop to the things he's doin'.
No more lyin'.
Yeah....

He ain't gonna fake anymore:
Drugs have been found.
He ain't gonna fake anymore.
Press, a bloodhound.
"You gotta sell me pills!"
Rush Limbaugh whined.

(long instrumental break - repeat verses)

Dedicated to the Cubs fan who was unfairly vilified for deflecting a foul ball during Game 6 of the 2003 NLCS playoffs, prior to a big rally by the Florida Marlins that doomed the Chicago Cubs

Touched A Foul Ball That Had Come My Way
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")

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As sung by the vilified Cubs fan:

Touched a foul ball that had come my way.
Well, I never knew there'd be a play.
Alou didn't catch his prize;
Me, they blame and they despise.
In a moment, the ball game had slipped away.

The vile things fans said to me!
(Marlins took the extra out with glee.)
Of course, we're unhappy as can be.
(Florida said they would welcome me.)

Arrgghhh!
Cubs' security said, "Change your hat.
Go slip away in the dark."
No one ever will forget;
I'm blamed for bringing doom.
I may never ever come back to that park.

(repeat verses)

I Don't Abuse Drugs
(Sung to the tune of "I Want A New Drug" by Huey Lewis & The News)

As sung by dope fiend Rush Limbaugh to his dittohead fans:

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As sung by self-admitted dope addict Rush Limbaugh to his dittohead fans:

(instrumental intro)

I don't abuse drugs.
I got hooked real quick.
On the air, I'm a right wing star.
Criticism makes me sick.

I don't abuse drugs.
Once I looked overfed.
What I earn with my mouth is high.
It's what I prize: more bread.

Scandal is making me nervous;
Wonderin' what to do.
Scandal makes me feel like I feel when people boo.
So, I'll atone for you.

(instrumental break)

I don't abuse drugs.
Pain, I must kill.
Prescriptions cost too much,
But I got my fill.

I don't abuse drugs.
But the tabloids all say:
Sent my maid out to score at night;
Bought me drugs on the cheap, my way.

Scandal is making me nervous;
Wonderin' what to do.
Scandal makes me feel like I feel when people boo.
So, I'll atone for you.

(instrumental break)

I don't abuse drugs.
And I won't, if I could.
Pop a pill when I feel real bad.
Pop a pill so I'll feel real good.

I don't abuse drugs,
And there is no doubt.
Won't deny that I did do drugs,
'Cause I've been found out.

Scandal is making me nervous;
Wonderin' what to do.
Scandal makes me feel like I feel when people boo.
So, I'll atone for you.
I'll atone for you...

(instrumental fade)

OxyContin

Satire about radio gasbag Rush Limbaugh's self-admitted drug addiction to the opium-derivative narcotic, OxyContin, which he obtained through illegal transactions along with other dope

OxyContin
(Sung to the tune of "The Locomotion" by Little Eva)

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(instrumental intro)

What's Rush Limbaugh doing? Seems in a trance now.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
We know he must have liked it; "special circumstance" now.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
In tabloids, he is blistered now for all to see:
Addicted to illegal drugs from A to Z.
So come on, come on, and boo the OxyContin junkie.

It's got to sting his lips now.
Things gone crazy.
Trumped up? (Trumped up?)
Not fact? (Not fact?)
Well, it's true, Rush Limbaugh's eye is black, and so-o...

Now that it's all true that he took pills for pain, now
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
The tabloids caused commotion for his dittoheads' brains now.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
Rush's vice was sleazy and he lost control.
He had a drug addiction, and it took its toll.
So come on, come on, and boo the OxyContin junkie.

(instrumental break)

He's the right wing boor hooked on OxyContin.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
Pissed off many fans, and he knows he can't win.
(He's been taking too much OxyContin.)
Rush Limbaugh used to rant, "Drugs are sleazy to do!"
He's really quite unhappy now that some fans boo.
So come on, come on, and boo the OxyContin junkie.

He's been taking too much OxyContin...
He's been taking too much OxyContin...
He's been taking too much OxyContin...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Inspired by the vindictiveness of the Bush Administration (allegedly Karl Rove), who leaked the identity of CIA covert operative Valerie Plame in order to exact revenge on her husband, former Ambassador Joe Wilson, who opposed Bush's Iraq War

Bush Buddies Are So Bitter
(Sung to the tune of "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush buddies are so bitter.
Hate makes them mad, head to chest.
Bush buddies, we mean: Karl Rove and crew;
Slaves at Shrub's behest.

They are so crooked,
They're just astounding.
They'll try to hide from discovery.
When Bush got his nose tweaked;
A spy then Rove leaked.
This creep revealed Plame's secret to the Right.

'Cause, Bush buddies are so bitter.
Through dumb crimes, they're up to no good.
Bush buddies' sh*t fit; spite from Rove and crew.
They just did it 'cause they could.

The way that Bush toadies
Prove that they are toadies:
Be blind apparatchiks - follow W.
Spin keeps Bush a-running.
They'll just keep it humming.
What they've learned through coup:
What kings can do.

Bush buddies are so bitter.
Hate makes them mad, head to chest.
Bush buddies, we mean: Karl Rove and crew;
For Bush Baby, Slaves at Shrub's behest.

Slaves at Shrub's behest...
Slaves at Shrub's behest...
Slaves at Shrub's behest...
Slaves at Shrub's behest...

(repeat last line and fade)

The Bushie Way Wants War
(Sung to the tune of "Yesterday Once More" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

A pile of dung still hisses: right wing radio.
They want war; debate is "wrong."
Undismayed bein' strung along; they're in denial.

We've heard such crap, at times; wonder how low they'd go.
How they thunder, dusk-to-dawn.
They'll attack again, to help their right wing friends.
Right wing throngs now raising hell...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They have practiced their part,
Ripping their foes apart.
All they have to do is lie.
Shrub sucked before.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight... Shrub is a lightweight...)

Lookin' back at how it was; three years gone by,
When our good times turned to bad.
Bush's way seems raving mad; so much deranged.
See these throngs for Shrub, who is a king to them.
They are mesmerized - this herd.
Bush Team felonies: they'd out a spy, for glee.
They just felt, through fear, they'd stay...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

All these Bush felonies;
They'll pay dearly, you'll see.
To get even, they'll just lie.
They'll strike the poor.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight...)

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time.

(repeat chorus and fade)

The latest Bush scandal: widespread rumors against Bush advisor Karl Rove for allegedly commiting a federal felony by leaking the identity of a CIA covert operative Valerie Plame to columnist Robert Novak, as revenge against her husband Joe Wilson for opposing the war on Iraq

Rove Should Be Demoted And Soon
(Sung to the tune of "Hopelessly Devoted To You" by Olivia Newton-John)

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(instrumental intro)

Our spy's identity was broken;
Unwise for Bush's staff to try.
Things will get worse for those
Who exposed what our spies do...
(instrumental riff)

The Bushies are all fools for shilling.
They push around and hate; it's true.
Bush Baby cannot see:
There's no time left for Rove and crew.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Right now... there's nowhere to hide.
Polls for Bush: downward they slide.
It fills him with dread.
Rove should be demoted, and soo-oo-oo-oon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Bush said, while praying, "We'll protect him.
Let's start the shredding; courts won't know.
Hold on to my friend; that's what I intend to do."
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Right now... there's nowhere to hide.
Polls for Bush: downward they slide.
It fills him with dread.
Rove should be demoted, and soo-oo-oo-oon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Mockin' Shrub's Oil War
(Sung to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan)

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(instrumental intro)

Osama had attacked, awfully.
Bush then used that... to make war.
Bush kept things dark; too dark for us to see.
It feels ripe for mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Osama's on the run; can't be found.
Iraq looting; guerilla war.
Rush scandal cloud is comin' down.
It feels ripe for mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.

(repeat verses and fade)

A Little More War
(Sung to the tune of "A Little More Love" by Olivia Newton-John)

The MIDI accompaniment was sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden - Click HERE

(instrumental intro)

Right... wing's draggin' its feet.
Irate... troops moan in the heat.
We know... Bush just had to have his way.
Troops just want to come home.
No, Bush wants them to stay.

But it gets Bush nowhere... the status quo.
Iraq is nowhere... our troops can go.
Will a little more war make him... hike war spending?
Will a little more war bring a... happy ending?
Will a little more war make things right?
Will a little more war make things right?

Blair... bombing innocents, so...
Now... now the whole wide world will know...
He's trapped; trapped in the hell of his lies.
Couldn't find Iraq arms;
It's a web of Bush lies.

But it gets Bush nowhere... the status quo.
Iraq is nowhere... our troops can go.
Will a little more war make him... hike war spending?
Will a little more war bring a... happy ending?
Will a little more war make things right?
Will a little more war make things right?

(repeat chorus and fade)

Dubya the Warmonger intends to bleed the U.S. treasury of billions to feed Republican war contractors like Halliburton and Carlyle Group, while prolonging the Iraq war to prop up his failing domestic policies and polling numbers prior to the 2004 election

War To Help Him Stay
(Sung to the tune of "More Than I Can Say" by Leo Sayer)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush's woes won't go away...
The Shrub used war to help him stay.
The Shrub has sliced programs to borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

Bush's woes won't go away.
His polls fall every single way.
With budget knife, he'll slash and borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

We told you so, Bush needs to go.
His kind of sleaze - let's overthrow.
The Bush Team's mistakes are why
We'll elect another guy.

Bush's woes won't go away...
The Shrub used war to help him stay.
The Shrub has sliced programs to borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

(instrumental break)

We told you so, Bush needs to go.
His kind of sleaze - let's overthrow.
The Bush Team's mistakes are why
We'll elect another guy.

Bush's woes won't go away...
The Shrub used war to help him stay.
The Shrub has sliced programs to borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

To pay for war to help him stay.
To pay for war to help him stay, no...
(War to help him stay)
Let's throw the moron out tomorrow
(War to help him stay)...

(fade)

Satire about Bush's desperate attempt to take over California, a state that resoundingly rejected him during (S)Election 2000, through the Republicans' trumped-up recall campaign against Gov. Gray Davis

Recalling
(Sung to the tune of "Free Falling" by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

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(instrumental intro)

He runs Bush World, with much drama;
Quotes Jesus, and prevaricates, too.
Not to Bush World, would Shrub tell this:
California had escaped his coup.

It's the wrong way to elect a leader.
G.O.P.'s way: running goons, ain't smart.
So the Bush Boy should thank Darrell Issa;
Gov recall ploy, for making it start.

"Vote For Me"
Recalling...
"Vote For Me"
Recalling...

Bush's empire don't have in its tally:
Out west, California topped the charts.
But Enron bad boys were handy to do battle.
"Fixed" the blackouts at home with broken parts.

"Vote For Me"
Recalling...
"Vote For Me"
Recalling...

Gray Davis slides down; his star had fallen.
G.O.P. spites his name, through big lies.
They want a recall, 'cause they had nothing.
Gov'nor, they'd replace just through style.

"Vote For Me"
Recalling...
"Vote For Me"
Recalling...

(repeat refrain and fade)