Monday, February 24, 2003
He's Been Abandoned
Protested as a warmonger by millions worldwide, Dubya stands alone, abandoned by even his friends
(Sung to the tune of "We Are The Champions" by Queen)
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Chorus of boos... greets Bush this time.
Iraq's death sentence through war, called a crime.
Shrub's made mistakes; more than a few.
World doesn't share his plans; said to his face:
"No war for you!"
He's been abandoned by friends.
Bush wants to go fighting in the end.
He's been abandoned.
He's been abandoned.
He's such a loser.
He's been abandoned... by the world.
He's having a cow; made angry phone calls.
Lived off his name and fortune,
And everything that goes with it; Bush wants it all.
But he's got no head like Moses' - just right wing views.
Ill-considered war is challenged now by whole human race.
Through his war, we'd all lose!
He's been abandoned by friends.
Bush wants to go fighting in the end.
He's been abandoned.
He's been abandoned.
He's such a loser.
He's been abandoned... by the world.
He's been abandoned by friends.
Bush wants to go fighting in the end.
He's been abandoned.
He's been abandoned.
He's such a loser.
He's been abandoned...
Protested as a warmonger by millions worldwide, Dubya stands alone, abandoned by even his friends
(Sung to the tune of "We Are The Champions" by Queen)
Click for MIDI music
Chorus of boos... greets Bush this time.
Iraq's death sentence through war, called a crime.
Shrub's made mistakes; more than a few.
World doesn't share his plans; said to his face:
"No war for you!"
He's been abandoned by friends.
Bush wants to go fighting in the end.
He's been abandoned.
He's been abandoned.
He's such a loser.
He's been abandoned... by the world.
He's having a cow; made angry phone calls.
Lived off his name and fortune,
And everything that goes with it; Bush wants it all.
But he's got no head like Moses' - just right wing views.
Ill-considered war is challenged now by whole human race.
Through his war, we'd all lose!
He's been abandoned by friends.
Bush wants to go fighting in the end.
He's been abandoned.
He's been abandoned.
He's such a loser.
He's been abandoned... by the world.
He's been abandoned by friends.
Bush wants to go fighting in the end.
He's been abandoned.
He's been abandoned.
He's such a loser.
He's been abandoned...
Bush Wants The Whole World
(Sung to the tune of "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands"
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Bush wants the whole world... in his hand.
Bush wants the whole wide world... in his hand.
Bush wants the whole world... in his hand.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants a war for his father, understand?
Bush wants a war for his father, understand?
Bush wants a war for his father, understand?
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants to jail resisters, in his land.
Bush wants to jail resisters, in his land.
Bush wants to jail resisters, in his land.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants to steal Iraq's oil ... from their land.
Bush wants to steal Iraq's oil ... from their land.
Bush wants to steal Iraq's oil ... from their land.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants a world empire; dissent banned.
Bush wants a world empire; dissent banned.
Bush wants a world empire; dissent banned.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Ignored the whole world for their stand.
Ignored the whole wide world for their stand.
Ignored the whole world for their stand.
Bush wants his war, just like he planned.
(Sung to the tune of "He's Got The Whole World In His Hands"
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Bush wants the whole world... in his hand.
Bush wants the whole wide world... in his hand.
Bush wants the whole world... in his hand.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants a war for his father, understand?
Bush wants a war for his father, understand?
Bush wants a war for his father, understand?
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants to jail resisters, in his land.
Bush wants to jail resisters, in his land.
Bush wants to jail resisters, in his land.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants to steal Iraq's oil ... from their land.
Bush wants to steal Iraq's oil ... from their land.
Bush wants to steal Iraq's oil ... from their land.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Bush wants a world empire; dissent banned.
Bush wants a world empire; dissent banned.
Bush wants a world empire; dissent banned.
Bush wants the whole world in his hand.
Ignored the whole world for their stand.
Ignored the whole wide world for their stand.
Ignored the whole world for their stand.
Bush wants his war, just like he planned.
Thursday, February 20, 2003
We Will Mock You
(Sung to the tune of "We Will Rock You" by Queen)
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(instrumental intro)
Dubya's a boy, making big noise,
Sayin' he'll defeat Saddam with his war plan, his way.
Gonna flood Saddam's place
With bombs, lay waste.
Invasion plan to get oil, with such haste.
We will, we will mock you!
(Sting ya!)
We will, we will mock you!
Rummy and his war plan got panned.
Poutin' 'bout the heat he now takes from the world today.
He got mud on his face.
By Europe, maced.
Germany, France, upsettin' his pace.
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
Benefits his old man, war plan,
Tryin' to realize war-time profits.
No peace! No way!
Shrub got crud on his face.
He's got no case.
U.N. had better put you back in your place.
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
(Sung to the tune of "We Will Rock You" by Queen)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Dubya's a boy, making big noise,
Sayin' he'll defeat Saddam with his war plan, his way.
Gonna flood Saddam's place
With bombs, lay waste.
Invasion plan to get oil, with such haste.
We will, we will mock you!
(Sting ya!)
We will, we will mock you!
Rummy and his war plan got panned.
Poutin' 'bout the heat he now takes from the world today.
He got mud on his face.
By Europe, maced.
Germany, France, upsettin' his pace.
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
Benefits his old man, war plan,
Tryin' to realize war-time profits.
No peace! No way!
Shrub got crud on his face.
He's got no case.
U.N. had better put you back in your place.
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
We will, we will mock you!
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Oil Fueled His Frenzy
(Sung to the tune of "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke)
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Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Wants his wa-a-a-ar...
Oil wars are... filthy.
Oil wars are... filthy.
Oil wars are... filthy.
Eh, W.?
Eh, W.?
Eh, W.?
Oil thirst runs W.'s administration.
Depose Saddam, tell him, "So-o-o long."
Worldwide, millions of protestors taunting:
"George Dubya, you are dead wrong!
Screw your wa-a-a-ar!"
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
(long instrumental break)
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Wants his wa-a-a-ar...
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Oil thirst runs W.'s administration.
Depose Saddam, tell him, "So-o-o long."
Worldwide, millions of protestors taunting:
"George Dubya, you are dead wrong!
Screw your wa-a-a-ar!"
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
(Sung to the tune of "You Send Me" by Sam Cooke)
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Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Wants his wa-a-a-ar...
Oil wars are... filthy.
Oil wars are... filthy.
Oil wars are... filthy.
Eh, W.?
Eh, W.?
Eh, W.?
Oil thirst runs W.'s administration.
Depose Saddam, tell him, "So-o-o long."
Worldwide, millions of protestors taunting:
"George Dubya, you are dead wrong!
Screw your wa-a-a-ar!"
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
(long instrumental break)
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Wants his wa-a-a-ar...
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Oil thirst runs W.'s administration.
Depose Saddam, tell him, "So-o-o long."
Worldwide, millions of protestors taunting:
"George Dubya, you are dead wrong!
Screw your wa-a-a-ar!"
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
Oil fueled his... frenzy.
For Iraq crude, for Iraq crude, for Iraq crude.
Friday, February 14, 2003
What His War's About Is Oil
(Sung to the tune of "What The World Needs Now Is Love" by Jackie DeShannon)
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(instrumental intro)
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Oil's the only thing that the Shrub just truly loves.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Big Oil greed, Enron accountin'
Bush is countin,' his poll slide will make a climb.
Has delusions of grandeur, being World Boss.
Wants war so fast; world says it's a crime.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Oil's the only thing that the Shrub just truly loves.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Big Oil needs another fellow
To run Iraq and make future oil flow.
Poppy's son dreams of mad schemes; thinks he's divine.
We can't afford, not to let him know...
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Oil's the only thing that the Shrub just truly loves.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
(Sung to the tune of "What The World Needs Now Is Love" by Jackie DeShannon)
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(instrumental intro)
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Oil's the only thing that the Shrub just truly loves.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Big Oil greed, Enron accountin'
Bush is countin,' his poll slide will make a climb.
Has delusions of grandeur, being World Boss.
Wants war so fast; world says it's a crime.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Oil's the only thing that the Shrub just truly loves.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Big Oil needs another fellow
To run Iraq and make future oil flow.
Poppy's son dreams of mad schemes; thinks he's divine.
We can't afford, not to let him know...
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Oil's the only thing that the Shrub just truly loves.
What his war's about... is oil, just oil.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Not just 'gainst Saddam, but with everyone.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
Shrub Bombs Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Love On The Rocks" by Neil Diamond)
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(instrumental intro)
Shrub bombs Iraq; ain't no surprise.
World's on the brink, so he'll tell you some lies.
Our allies refuse to help; Bush sings the blues.
Hear him whine...
Wants war to start; oil is his goal.
His go-it-alone sneer has been put on hold.
Coalition is gone; anti-Bush taunts start to pile.
"Want my way!" says W.
He pleads, "I really need you."
Bush has really found he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
Though he sings a mad tune,
World mocks this baboon:
"You'll not have your war today."
They'll not believe what Bush will say.
They all know he's wrong...
He'll feed Big Oil's greed.
In a daze, he will taunt,
"Not much you can do;
Can't appeal what I've done."
Death drops from skies above,
So we're told, when the Shrub bombs Iraq.
"Want my way!" says W.
He pleads, "I really need you."
Bush has really found he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
Though he sings a mad tune,
World mocks this baboon:
"You'll not have your war today."
They'll not believe what Bush will say.
They all know he's wrong...
Shrub bombs Iraq; ain't no surprise.
World's on the brink, so he'll tell you some lies.
When Hussein's gone,
Then all that oil he wants brings a smile.
(Sung to the tune of "Love On The Rocks" by Neil Diamond)
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(instrumental intro)
Shrub bombs Iraq; ain't no surprise.
World's on the brink, so he'll tell you some lies.
Our allies refuse to help; Bush sings the blues.
Hear him whine...
Wants war to start; oil is his goal.
His go-it-alone sneer has been put on hold.
Coalition is gone; anti-Bush taunts start to pile.
"Want my way!" says W.
He pleads, "I really need you."
Bush has really found he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
Though he sings a mad tune,
World mocks this baboon:
"You'll not have your war today."
They'll not believe what Bush will say.
They all know he's wrong...
He'll feed Big Oil's greed.
In a daze, he will taunt,
"Not much you can do;
Can't appeal what I've done."
Death drops from skies above,
So we're told, when the Shrub bombs Iraq.
"Want my way!" says W.
He pleads, "I really need you."
Bush has really found he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
Though he sings a mad tune,
World mocks this baboon:
"You'll not have your war today."
They'll not believe what Bush will say.
They all know he's wrong...
Shrub bombs Iraq; ain't no surprise.
World's on the brink, so he'll tell you some lies.
When Hussein's gone,
Then all that oil he wants brings a smile.
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
World Thinks Bush Is A Dunce
(Sung to the tune of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper)
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(instrumental intro)
Hear Shrub moan, "I just want to fight."
His father says, "Soon you're gonna - play your cards right.
So never fear, 'cause you're the Fortunate Son."
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
(instrumental break)
Protests spring up; Bush creates this strife.
Distraught, Bush yells, "Who are they calling a dull knife?!
My daddy fears I'll have one term; serve only once!"
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
His gall is what they taunt.
Dumb dunce.
"You're a jerk; we'll say this once."
World thinks bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
(instrumental break)
War noise, unproved charges hurled.
Does he get away with pissing off the world?
G. Dubya B., just cannot talk or enunce.
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
His gall is what they taunt.
Dumb dunce.
"You're a jerk; we'll say this once."
World thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
(repeat last line and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper)
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(instrumental intro)
Hear Shrub moan, "I just want to fight."
His father says, "Soon you're gonna - play your cards right.
So never fear, 'cause you're the Fortunate Son."
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
(instrumental break)
Protests spring up; Bush creates this strife.
Distraught, Bush yells, "Who are they calling a dull knife?!
My daddy fears I'll have one term; serve only once!"
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
His gall is what they taunt.
Dumb dunce.
"You're a jerk; we'll say this once."
World thinks bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
(instrumental break)
War noise, unproved charges hurled.
Does he get away with pissing off the world?
G. Dubya B., just cannot talk or enunce.
The world thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
His gall is what they taunt.
Dumb dunce.
"You're a jerk; we'll say this once."
World thinks Bush is a du-unce.
The world thinks Bush is a dunce.
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
They taunt the big dunce...
(repeat last line and fade)
Get Hussein
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Rain" by Eric Clapton)
As sung by Dubya the Warmonger to Sec. of Defense Rumsfeld:
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(instrumental intro)
Hussein is galling me; I'm pissed.
Tomorrow, we will pound him.
That man will never get away;
Won't rest until we've found him.
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Go bring Hussein down for me!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein, Hussein...
His life will be forfeit to power;
I am Poppy's son.
For in Iraq is oil I love;
My reward when we're done.
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Go bring Hussein down for me!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein, Hussein...
(instrumental break)
Folks won't know my secrets
'Bout the 9-1-1 attack.
Gaining oil, I love to do.
War surely guards my back.
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Go bring Hussein down for me!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein, Hussein...
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Rain" by Eric Clapton)
As sung by Dubya the Warmonger to Sec. of Defense Rumsfeld:
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(instrumental intro)
Hussein is galling me; I'm pissed.
Tomorrow, we will pound him.
That man will never get away;
Won't rest until we've found him.
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Go bring Hussein down for me!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein, Hussein...
His life will be forfeit to power;
I am Poppy's son.
For in Iraq is oil I love;
My reward when we're done.
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Go bring Hussein down for me!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein, Hussein...
(instrumental break)
Folks won't know my secrets
'Bout the 9-1-1 attack.
Gaining oil, I love to do.
War surely guards my back.
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Go bring Hussein down for me!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein!
Get Hussein, Hussein...
(repeat chorus and fade)
Bush's Poodle, Tony
Satire about British Prime Minister Tony Blair, ridiculed by his own citizens for his obeisance to
Dubya's warmongering crusade to attack Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle")
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(instrumental intro)
Bush's poodle's nose is brown;
Blair follows Bush the Phony.
Hell for leather,
Bomb Iraq for oil, George and Tony.
Bush's poodle licks Bush up.
Bush's poodle, Tony.
Bush is useless and inept,
Yet, Blair props up this phony.
Bush from Pennsy Avenue
Along with Blair from Downing
Plot another oil war,
To which their folks are frowning.
Bush's poodle licks Bush up.
Bush's poodle, Tony.
Bush is useless and inept
Yet, Blair props up this phony.
London bows to Washington;
Iraq oil will mean billions.
Cannon fodder, our young men,
While slaughtering civilians.
Bush's poodle licks Bush up.
Bush's poodle, Tony.
Bush is useless and inept,
Yet, Blair props up this phony.
Satire about British Prime Minister Tony Blair, ridiculed by his own citizens for his obeisance to
Dubya's warmongering crusade to attack Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle")
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(instrumental intro)
Bush's poodle's nose is brown;
Blair follows Bush the Phony.
Hell for leather,
Bomb Iraq for oil, George and Tony.
Bush's poodle licks Bush up.
Bush's poodle, Tony.
Bush is useless and inept,
Yet, Blair props up this phony.
Bush from Pennsy Avenue
Along with Blair from Downing
Plot another oil war,
To which their folks are frowning.
Bush's poodle licks Bush up.
Bush's poodle, Tony.
Bush is useless and inept
Yet, Blair props up this phony.
London bows to Washington;
Iraq oil will mean billions.
Cannon fodder, our young men,
While slaughtering civilians.
Bush's poodle licks Bush up.
Bush's poodle, Tony.
Bush is useless and inept,
Yet, Blair props up this phony.
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Announcements:
The Tripod site mirror is back up, after a software bug at Tripod had triggered traffic overload messages by mistake for the past 11 days. I'm still behind updating the Guest Song Parodies Page, so it will take a few more days to post the 10 or more new ones sent in by Alvin Dover, Patrick Henry D'Sant, and Michael Pacholek.
The Tripod site mirror is back up, after a software bug at Tripod had triggered traffic overload messages by mistake for the past 11 days. I'm still behind updating the Guest Song Parodies Page, so it will take a few more days to post the 10 or more new ones sent in by Alvin Dover, Patrick Henry D'Sant, and Michael Pacholek.
My Missiles Go 500 Miles
(Sung to the tune of "500 Miles" by Peter, Paul & Mary)
As sung by Warmonger Dubya to Saddam Hussein:
Traditional MIDI version
The Hooters' reggae style MIDI version
(instrumental intro)
I am pissed - Hussein, Saddam.
I am going to drop the Bomb.
You're in fear; my missiles go a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You're in fear; my missles go a hundred miles.
Once we've won, what we'll do:
We will see more oil galore.
Dropping bombs 500 miles to hit your home.
Upon your home, upon your home,
Upon your home, upon your home,
Told my pilots, "Bombs away on Saddam's home."
We will hunt and attack.
Go ask Rummy; hear the same.
Lord, I can't now back down; there's no way.
There's no way, there's no way,
There's no way, there's no way,
Lord, I can't now back down; there's no way.
I am pissed - Hussein, Saddam.
I am going to drop the Bomb.
You're in fear; my missiles go a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You're in fear; my missiles go a hundred miles.
(Sung to the tune of "500 Miles" by Peter, Paul & Mary)
As sung by Warmonger Dubya to Saddam Hussein:
Traditional MIDI version
The Hooters' reggae style MIDI version
(instrumental intro)
I am pissed - Hussein, Saddam.
I am going to drop the Bomb.
You're in fear; my missiles go a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You're in fear; my missles go a hundred miles.
Once we've won, what we'll do:
We will see more oil galore.
Dropping bombs 500 miles to hit your home.
Upon your home, upon your home,
Upon your home, upon your home,
Told my pilots, "Bombs away on Saddam's home."
We will hunt and attack.
Go ask Rummy; hear the same.
Lord, I can't now back down; there's no way.
There's no way, there's no way,
There's no way, there's no way,
Lord, I can't now back down; there's no way.
I am pissed - Hussein, Saddam.
I am going to drop the Bomb.
You're in fear; my missiles go a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles.
You're in fear; my missiles go a hundred miles.
Smirking Son
(Sung to the tune of "Smoking Gun" by Robert Cray)
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(long instrumental intro)
Bush gets from Condoleeza signals, when to stall and when to drone.
And when he's wrong, Dick hits the ceiling, 'cause Bush can't be left alone.
When he broadcasts on television, Bush Baby walks, but can't run.
Karl Rove is the puppet's guru, of Senior's shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
(instrumental break)
Voters just want to end it; we've had our fill of his kind of fun.
Bush wants to crow, "What luck befell me! And I know that I'm not that dumb.
I used 9-1-1 to weather my past storms, and much more yet to come."
Karl Rove is the puppet's guru, of Senior's shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
(instrumental break)
Shrub's standing there, bewildered; says can't remember 'bout 9-1-1.
He can hear the right wing whining; they try hiding what he's done.
He knows in '04, he's running; can be beaten just like a drum.
Events knock him down; he's fakin' it; that shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
That shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Yes, he's fakin' it.
Shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Oh, he's fakin' it.
Shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Knock him down, fakin' it...
(Sung to the tune of "Smoking Gun" by Robert Cray)
Click for MIDI music
(long instrumental intro)
Bush gets from Condoleeza signals, when to stall and when to drone.
And when he's wrong, Dick hits the ceiling, 'cause Bush can't be left alone.
When he broadcasts on television, Bush Baby walks, but can't run.
Karl Rove is the puppet's guru, of Senior's shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
(instrumental break)
Voters just want to end it; we've had our fill of his kind of fun.
Bush wants to crow, "What luck befell me! And I know that I'm not that dumb.
I used 9-1-1 to weather my past storms, and much more yet to come."
Karl Rove is the puppet's guru, of Senior's shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
(instrumental break)
Shrub's standing there, bewildered; says can't remember 'bout 9-1-1.
He can hear the right wing whining; they try hiding what he's done.
He knows in '04, he's running; can be beaten just like a drum.
Events knock him down; he's fakin' it; that shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
That shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Yes, he's fakin' it.
Shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Oh, he's fakin' it.
Shrill hot shot, Smirking Son.
Knock him down, fakin' it...
We're Bound To Fight
(Sung to the tune of "Get Down Tonight" by KC & the Sunshine Band)
As sung by Dummy to Rummy - er, pResident Bush to Sec. of State Don Rumsfeld
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Rummy... hey, watch the weather.
War's a rush, that we'll do.
We'll do the things...
Yeah, do the things...
That we like to do... whoa...
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
Saddam... I'll beat you.
Replacement time.
You'll regret...
Regret I'm better.
You're oil's just fine!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
(instrumental break)
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Get Down Tonight" by KC & the Sunshine Band)
As sung by Dummy to Rummy - er, pResident Bush to Sec. of State Don Rumsfeld
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Rummy... hey, watch the weather.
War's a rush, that we'll do.
We'll do the things...
Yeah, do the things...
That we like to do... whoa...
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
Saddam... I'll beat you.
Replacement time.
You'll regret...
Regret I'm better.
You're oil's just fine!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
(instrumental break)
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
We're pissing off France.
Give Germany a shove.
We're bound to fight!
We're bound to fight!
(repeat refrain and fade)
Bush Hasn't Got Time To Explain
(Sung to the tune of "Haven't Got Time For The Pain" by Carly Simon)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
All those crazy right wingers cried, "Saddam's a creep."
Bush will send bombers and fake out sheep for his war.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
We're going now - doesn't matter what we find.
No backing down - he's made up his mind.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
Suffering poll drops is this king; he wants Saddam, dead or alive.
Oil means just how much it costs to survive in this world.
Bush has shown us now, how oil fills his heart with love.
Why won't he 'fess up? We think it's all that he loves.
Black gold pool from heaven.
He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Haven't Got Time For The Pain" by Carly Simon)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
All those crazy right wingers cried, "Saddam's a creep."
Bush will send bombers and fake out sheep for his war.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
We're going now - doesn't matter what we find.
No backing down - he's made up his mind.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
Suffering poll drops is this king; he wants Saddam, dead or alive.
Oil means just how much it costs to survive in this world.
Bush has shown us now, how oil fills his heart with love.
Why won't he 'fess up? We think it's all that he loves.
Black gold pool from heaven.
He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Monday, February 10, 2003
Hate That Scott Ritter
Tribute to essayist William Rivers Pitt and former arms inspector Scott Ritter, who co-wrote the book, "War on Iraq: What Team Bush Doesn't Want You to Know"
(Sung to the tune of "Paperback Writer" by The Beatles)
As sung by Dubya:
Click for MIDI music
(Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter)...
(instrumental intro)
That arms inspector wrote a brand new book,
Along with William Pitt;
I don't dare to look.
Saddam must now grovel;
Weapons must be cleared.
Where's the smoking gun?
Well, no one can see; I hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.
Had to change my story 'bout Afghanistan.
Oil's our way of life, don't you understand?
I'm son of Daddy Bush; I mustn't fail.
Got a right wing mob who agrees with me;
They hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter...
(Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...)
(instrumental intro)
William Pitt enrages me, hates what I do.
I can't take this longer; I am in denial.
I am losing ground.
I hate William P., and hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.
Yes, I'd really like it with no civil rights.
I could jail millions without oversight.
Books I hate can burn, so I can make it clear.
Left wing knees I'll break.
I hate William P., and hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.
(Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.)
Tribute to essayist William Rivers Pitt and former arms inspector Scott Ritter, who co-wrote the book, "War on Iraq: What Team Bush Doesn't Want You to Know"
(Sung to the tune of "Paperback Writer" by The Beatles)
As sung by Dubya:
Click for MIDI music
(Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter)...
(instrumental intro)
That arms inspector wrote a brand new book,
Along with William Pitt;
I don't dare to look.
Saddam must now grovel;
Weapons must be cleared.
Where's the smoking gun?
Well, no one can see; I hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.
Had to change my story 'bout Afghanistan.
Oil's our way of life, don't you understand?
I'm son of Daddy Bush; I mustn't fail.
Got a right wing mob who agrees with me;
They hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter...
(Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...)
(instrumental intro)
William Pitt enrages me, hates what I do.
I can't take this longer; I am in denial.
I am losing ground.
I hate William P., and hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.
Yes, I'd really like it with no civil rights.
I could jail millions without oversight.
Books I hate can burn, so I can make it clear.
Left wing knees I'll break.
I hate William P., and hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.
(Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter... hate that Scott Ritter...
Hate that Scott Ritter.)
Thursday, February 06, 2003
I'm Right - We'll Fight
(Sung to the tune of "Moonlight Feels Right" by Starbuck)
As sung by self-righteous, self-appointed Emperor Dubya Bush:
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Saddam threw some luck in my direction.
I want to bomb his land today.
My foes have made much of my oil connection;
Press winked and gave me their okay.
My policies are ripped across the ocean;
Won't stop 'cause it's George Dubya's way.
There's no one to ask why, only devotion.
Ka-boom! My bombs are bright as day.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
We'll pay back and unnerve those traitor nations.
They'll watch us and they'll fear our might.
Hear right wing radio on southern stations;
My dittoheads all itch to fight.
I say let's start this Iraq war; we can't lose.
Oil heaven, war will bring.
Won't wait 'til June; we're ready, don't you get this?
War makes my free ride, ride again.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
(instrumental break)
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
When we have won, choke up with pretend mourning.
Send foreign aid toward Iraq's way.
The mess was made 'cause Saddam dodged my warning.
We'll grab their oil and pitch him away.
My policies are ripped across the ocean.
Won't stop 'cause it's George Dubya's way.
There's no one to ask why, only devotion.
Ka-boom! My bombs are bright as day.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Moonlight Feels Right" by Starbuck)
As sung by self-righteous, self-appointed Emperor Dubya Bush:
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Saddam threw some luck in my direction.
I want to bomb his land today.
My foes have made much of my oil connection;
Press winked and gave me their okay.
My policies are ripped across the ocean;
Won't stop 'cause it's George Dubya's way.
There's no one to ask why, only devotion.
Ka-boom! My bombs are bright as day.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
We'll pay back and unnerve those traitor nations.
They'll watch us and they'll fear our might.
Hear right wing radio on southern stations;
My dittoheads all itch to fight.
I say let's start this Iraq war; we can't lose.
Oil heaven, war will bring.
Won't wait 'til June; we're ready, don't you get this?
War makes my free ride, ride again.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
(instrumental break)
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
When we have won, choke up with pretend mourning.
Send foreign aid toward Iraq's way.
The mess was made 'cause Saddam dodged my warning.
We'll grab their oil and pitch him away.
My policies are ripped across the ocean.
Won't stop 'cause it's George Dubya's way.
There's no one to ask why, only devotion.
Ka-boom! My bombs are bright as day.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
I'm right... we'll fight.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Fished For Clinton's Zipper
It's 2003, and Republicans and their press toadies still haven't gotten over their insane obsession with
Bill Clinton
(Sung to the tune of "Oh, Them Golden Slippers")
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
They want Clinton's zipper; they won't go away.
Though it's been two years since his White House stay.
How long will they poke, tryin' to give him hell?
The Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Kenny Starr's long probe by the right wing loons?
$60 mil' ain't chump change, but these dumb buffoons
Tried to spin their loss, their impeachment drive.
The Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper is all they cared about; like sheep, they just bleat.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper was a big affair; they're sore 'cause they got beat.
We said, "Farewell, Clinton. Do you have to go?"
Economic free fall on Bush's show.
On a listing boat, due to donors' greed,
While Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Shouting "Clinton's zipper!" through their hate machine,
Faking "scandals" on TV and magazines.
But this country loves Clinton; they don't care
How Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper is all they cared about; like sheep, they just bleat.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper was a big affair; they're sore 'cause they got beat.
During Clinton's term, all they did was stall.
Nation's business, they didn't do at all.
All those dorks would say how it was a "big crime."
The Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Persecutor Ken couldn't find a use
For "confessions" via OIC abuse.
Now it's crow he's eatin;' where is Starr today?
Like Republicans, he pigged out on porn.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper is all they cared about; like sheep, they just bleet.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper was a big affair; they're sore 'cause they got beat.
It's 2003, and Republicans and their press toadies still haven't gotten over their insane obsession with
Bill Clinton
(Sung to the tune of "Oh, Them Golden Slippers")
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
They want Clinton's zipper; they won't go away.
Though it's been two years since his White House stay.
How long will they poke, tryin' to give him hell?
The Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Kenny Starr's long probe by the right wing loons?
$60 mil' ain't chump change, but these dumb buffoons
Tried to spin their loss, their impeachment drive.
The Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper is all they cared about; like sheep, they just bleat.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper was a big affair; they're sore 'cause they got beat.
We said, "Farewell, Clinton. Do you have to go?"
Economic free fall on Bush's show.
On a listing boat, due to donors' greed,
While Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Shouting "Clinton's zipper!" through their hate machine,
Faking "scandals" on TV and magazines.
But this country loves Clinton; they don't care
How Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper is all they cared about; like sheep, they just bleat.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper was a big affair; they're sore 'cause they got beat.
During Clinton's term, all they did was stall.
Nation's business, they didn't do at all.
All those dorks would say how it was a "big crime."
The Republicans just pigged out on porn.
Persecutor Ken couldn't find a use
For "confessions" via OIC abuse.
Now it's crow he's eatin;' where is Starr today?
Like Republicans, he pigged out on porn.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper is all they cared about; like sheep, they just bleet.
Fished for Clinton's zipper, fished for Clinton's zipper.
Clinton's zipper was a big affair; they're sore 'cause they got beat.
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Welcome, Boot Newt fans. The Envy.nu server was down this morning, and the Tripod site continues to get an overload of hits. I've posted re-direct pages at Tripod to relieve the traffic overload, asking visitors to go to the new 3rd Mirror Site that I've just launched.
Sunday, February 02, 2003
The Bush Crime Family
(Sung to the tune of the theme from "The Addams Family")
By Alvin Dover and W. Tong
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
They're shady and they're naughty,
Imperious and haughty.
Pretending that they're doughty*.
The Bush crime family.
Their crime spans generations.
They've preyed upon our nation,
Through two administrations.
The Bush crime family.
(instrumental break)
Pop's Iran-Contra pardons,
To bombing Saddam's gardens;
Their lust for war just hardens
The Bush crime family.
[*doughty: (pronounced "daw-tee") means "resolute and without fear"]
(Sung to the tune of the theme from "The Addams Family")
By Alvin Dover and W. Tong
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
They're shady and they're naughty,
Imperious and haughty.
Pretending that they're doughty*.
The Bush crime family.
Their crime spans generations.
They've preyed upon our nation,
Through two administrations.
The Bush crime family.
(instrumental break)
Pop's Iran-Contra pardons,
To bombing Saddam's gardens;
Their lust for war just hardens
The Bush crime family.
[*doughty: (pronounced "daw-tee") means "resolute and without fear"]
Iraq Armageddon
(Sung to the tune of "Rock Me, Amadeus" by Falco)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
He is a rich punk, tryin' to conquer this earth.
He was no genius, since the day of his birth.
Ran away from the Air Force on a fling; went AWOL.
His oil buddies scream:
Come on, Iraq Armageddon!
He was a stupid czar; he had no insight.
And whatever he did (sh*t) seemed to be far right.
And he drank (and), he cursed, and he fooled around.
But now this moron will shout:
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
With a bottle of wine in one hand,
And crack cocaine in the other,
Said he was a businessman.
He never stopped to worry; he would one day be king.
Big Oil cronies sing:
Iraq Armageddon!
His mind's under Oil control; he's having fun.
The scandals from his past? He said he was "young."
Gets a failing mark in history.
His oil buddies say:
Iraq Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
(Sung to the tune of "Rock Me, Amadeus" by Falco)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
He is a rich punk, tryin' to conquer this earth.
He was no genius, since the day of his birth.
Ran away from the Air Force on a fling; went AWOL.
His oil buddies scream:
Come on, Iraq Armageddon!
He was a stupid czar; he had no insight.
And whatever he did (sh*t) seemed to be far right.
And he drank (and), he cursed, and he fooled around.
But now this moron will shout:
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
With a bottle of wine in one hand,
And crack cocaine in the other,
Said he was a businessman.
He never stopped to worry; he would one day be king.
Big Oil cronies sing:
Iraq Armageddon!
His mind's under Oil control; he's having fun.
The scandals from his past? He said he was "young."
Gets a failing mark in history.
His oil buddies say:
Iraq Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Iraq Armageddon!
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon,
Armageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon!
Oil, oil, oil, Armageddon!
Can We Steal Their Oil? Damned Right
(Sung to the tune of "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" by Elton John - from the Disney movie, "The Lion King")
As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Make Saddam surrender! Soon, it's bombs away.
Feel the heat of our whirlwind; our cruise missles will slay.
We'll advance and foment... an anti-Saddam coup.
I'll look tough for an armchair warrior.
Oil, this leads me to.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
I'm the Oil Czar.
It's enough for this blood-eyed warrior.
War got me this far.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
We'll invade - conquest!
Saddam snuffed for making atomic bombs,
Or leave at our behest.
(instrumental break)
There's a bomb for everyone in Iraq to burn.
Our existing embargo are screws to turn.
It's no crime - my reasons for foreign oil wars.
Oil's the heart of this Czar/Boss/Emperor,
Meaning it's not yours.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
I'm the Oil Czar.
It's enough for this blood-eyed warrior.
War got me this far.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
We'll invade - conquest!
Saddam snuffed for making atomic bombs,
Or leave at our behest.
Saddam snuffed for making atomic bombs,
Or leave at our behest.
(Sung to the tune of "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" by Elton John - from the Disney movie, "The Lion King")
As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Make Saddam surrender! Soon, it's bombs away.
Feel the heat of our whirlwind; our cruise missles will slay.
We'll advance and foment... an anti-Saddam coup.
I'll look tough for an armchair warrior.
Oil, this leads me to.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
I'm the Oil Czar.
It's enough for this blood-eyed warrior.
War got me this far.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
We'll invade - conquest!
Saddam snuffed for making atomic bombs,
Or leave at our behest.
(instrumental break)
There's a bomb for everyone in Iraq to burn.
Our existing embargo are screws to turn.
It's no crime - my reasons for foreign oil wars.
Oil's the heart of this Czar/Boss/Emperor,
Meaning it's not yours.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
I'm the Oil Czar.
It's enough for this blood-eyed warrior.
War got me this far.
So, can we steal their oil? Damned right!
We'll invade - conquest!
Saddam snuffed for making atomic bombs,
Or leave at our behest.
Saddam snuffed for making atomic bombs,
Or leave at our behest.
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