Friday, March 28, 2003
Hellacious Great Balls of Fire
(Sung to the tune of "Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis)
(As sung by Warmonger Dubya Bush:)
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(instrumental intro)
Iraq will serve me, not Saddam Hussein!
Oil I love, helps me to sustain...
My iron will... oh, what a thrill...
From hellacious great balls of fire!
While we're at war, Dad will makes lots of money.
It won't be long 'til he says, "Hey, Sonny...
If you don't mind... keep up the grind...
From hellacious great balls of fire!"
Saddam dissed me... Boom! Feels good!
Drives me crazy...
Bow down to W. like a subject should.
That swine... we'll find...
Saddam, then his oil will be mine, mine, mine, mine...
If war should fail, I could lose my kingdom.
Pop's real nervous 'til this war's been won.
Saddam's crazies... will push up daisies
From hellacious great balls of fire.
(piano solo)
Iraq will serve me, not Saddam Hussein!
Oil I love, helps me to sustain...
My iron will... oh, what a thrill...
From hellacious great balls of fire!
While we're at war, Dad will makes lots of money.
It won't be long 'til he says, "Hey, Sonny...
If you don't mind... keep up the grind...
From hellacious great balls of fire!"
Saddam dissed me... Boom! Feels good!
Drives me crazy...
Bow down to W. like a subject should.
That swine... we'll find...
Saddam, then his oil will be mine, mine, mine, mine...
If war should fail, I could lose my kingdom.
Pop's real nervous 'til this war's been won.
Saddam's crazies... will push up daisies
From hellacious great balls of fire.
(Sung to the tune of "Great Balls of Fire" by Jerry Lee Lewis)
(As sung by Warmonger Dubya Bush:)
Click HERE for MIDI
(instrumental intro)
Iraq will serve me, not Saddam Hussein!
Oil I love, helps me to sustain...
My iron will... oh, what a thrill...
From hellacious great balls of fire!
While we're at war, Dad will makes lots of money.
It won't be long 'til he says, "Hey, Sonny...
If you don't mind... keep up the grind...
From hellacious great balls of fire!"
Saddam dissed me... Boom! Feels good!
Drives me crazy...
Bow down to W. like a subject should.
That swine... we'll find...
Saddam, then his oil will be mine, mine, mine, mine...
If war should fail, I could lose my kingdom.
Pop's real nervous 'til this war's been won.
Saddam's crazies... will push up daisies
From hellacious great balls of fire.
(piano solo)
Iraq will serve me, not Saddam Hussein!
Oil I love, helps me to sustain...
My iron will... oh, what a thrill...
From hellacious great balls of fire!
While we're at war, Dad will makes lots of money.
It won't be long 'til he says, "Hey, Sonny...
If you don't mind... keep up the grind...
From hellacious great balls of fire!"
Saddam dissed me... Boom! Feels good!
Drives me crazy...
Bow down to W. like a subject should.
That swine... we'll find...
Saddam, then his oil will be mine, mine, mine, mine...
If war should fail, I could lose my kingdom.
Pop's real nervous 'til this war's been won.
Saddam's crazies... will push up daisies
From hellacious great balls of fire.
They Call This King Pariah
(Sung to the tune of "They Call The Wind Mariah" by The Kingston Trio, from the musical "Paint Your Wagon")
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(instrumental intro)
World detests George Bush's name.
He's brainless and a liar.
He thinks he's blessed by God, but no -
They call this king Pariah.
Pariah throws his weight around,
And sends his bombs a-flying.
Pariah's making war drums sound,
While folks he's bombed are dying...
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
The U.N. screwed Pariah's game,
We heard his wail and whining:
"I want the world, but they hate me."
Dim Son for war was pining.
Bush got his way; addressed the world:
"Who's left of those behind me?"
Prestige he sought could not be bought.
He thinks he's God, goes blindly.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
We fear King George's game's insane.
His oil desire only
Got logic tossed; he stands alone.
Just Blair and him stand lonely.
War at all cost, his only plan
To stay a czar so mighty.
Pariah crows, "I can't be beat!"
He'll bleed the world for whitey.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "They Call The Wind Mariah" by The Kingston Trio, from the musical "Paint Your Wagon")
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
World detests George Bush's name.
He's brainless and a liar.
He thinks he's blessed by God, but no -
They call this king Pariah.
Pariah throws his weight around,
And sends his bombs a-flying.
Pariah's making war drums sound,
While folks he's bombed are dying...
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
The U.N. screwed Pariah's game,
We heard his wail and whining:
"I want the world, but they hate me."
Dim Son for war was pining.
Bush got his way; addressed the world:
"Who's left of those behind me?"
Prestige he sought could not be bought.
He thinks he's God, goes blindly.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
We fear King George's game's insane.
His oil desire only
Got logic tossed; he stands alone.
Just Blair and him stand lonely.
War at all cost, his only plan
To stay a czar so mighty.
Pariah crows, "I can't be beat!"
He'll bleed the world for whitey.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
Pariah... Pariah...
They call this king: Pariah.
(instrumental ending)
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Bush Wants Body Bags
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" - parody of "John Brown's Body" by Pete Seeger)
By C. Fiedler & W. Tong
MIDI Music [Click the MIDI link again after the 3rd verse]
(instrumental intro)
George Bush wants body bags after Iraq's been made a tomb.
He has made the world a powder keg for oil go ka-boom.
He has urged to launch pre-emptive wars - could seal our planet's doom.
With brute force, war goes on...
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Bush claims mandate from heaven, though the U.N. voted down
His Iraq war resolution, 'cause they won't bow to his crown.
Demonstrations by the millions mock this mad warmonger clown.
With brute force, war goes on...
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
He will capture Iraq's oil fields with bombs and men and more.
The civilians that he kills don't count; they're just "the cost of war."
Bush would kill Saddam, although his dad had armed him years before.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Play MIDI music again
His weapons of uranium are poisons where they fell.
Anti-tank shells and bazooka rounds - environmental hell.
If our soldiers suffer poisoning, their health claims he'll repel.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
The world stands against him and his damned pre-emptive war.
Bush ignored protests, said: "F*ck the world - I did it to Al Gore."
He has killed this country's values; robbed our civil rights and more.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Bush is talking like a cowboy and a sideshow charlatan.
When Iraq is done, he'll say: "Attack Iran! Let's start again!"
Prosperity and peace destroyed by this Republican.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
His lies have hid the terror of the coming of The End.
He'll be bombing other innocents for "reasons" he'll defend.
For empire and regime change, on Big Oil he'll depend.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" - parody of "John Brown's Body" by Pete Seeger)
By C. Fiedler & W. Tong
MIDI Music [Click the MIDI link again after the 3rd verse]
(instrumental intro)
George Bush wants body bags after Iraq's been made a tomb.
He has made the world a powder keg for oil go ka-boom.
He has urged to launch pre-emptive wars - could seal our planet's doom.
With brute force, war goes on...
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Bush claims mandate from heaven, though the U.N. voted down
His Iraq war resolution, 'cause they won't bow to his crown.
Demonstrations by the millions mock this mad warmonger clown.
With brute force, war goes on...
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
He will capture Iraq's oil fields with bombs and men and more.
The civilians that he kills don't count; they're just "the cost of war."
Bush would kill Saddam, although his dad had armed him years before.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Play MIDI music again
His weapons of uranium are poisons where they fell.
Anti-tank shells and bazooka rounds - environmental hell.
If our soldiers suffer poisoning, their health claims he'll repel.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
The world stands against him and his damned pre-emptive war.
Bush ignored protests, said: "F*ck the world - I did it to Al Gore."
He has killed this country's values; robbed our civil rights and more.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Bush is talking like a cowboy and a sideshow charlatan.
When Iraq is done, he'll say: "Attack Iran! Let's start again!"
Prosperity and peace destroyed by this Republican.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
His lies have hid the terror of the coming of The End.
He'll be bombing other innocents for "reasons" he'll defend.
For empire and regime change, on Big Oil he'll depend.
With brute force, war goes on.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
War, more war for oil moola.
With brute force, war goes on.
Rocket Plan
(Sung to the tune of "Rocket Man" by Elton John)
By Darrell Decker & W. Tong
As sung by Warmonger Dubya:
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(instrumental intro)
We bombed Baghdad last night.
We fight!
Soon we'll rout old Saddam.
Our bombs light up the sky-y-y-y...
Won't need lights by then.
We'll bomb the earth so much;
Destroy all life.
Saddam we will replace.
And for endless war, we'll fight...
Might makes right...
And it isn't gonna be a long, long time
Until I make Iraqi oil mine.
Rove's got a master plan I'll use at home,
I'll make it go...
Got a rocket plan.
Rocket plan... shock and awe the world, my battle zone!
War keeps your mind erased 'bout what I did.
The facts would cause me hell.
But there's no one here... to raise them.
Keep it hid!
This protest thing - I don't understand.
The world's a mob, but they are weak.
They mock my pla-a-a-an...
Rocket plan...
And it isn't gonna be a long, long time
Until I make Iraqi oil mine.
Rove's got a master plan I'll use at home,
I'll make it go...
Got a rocket plan.
Rocket plan... shock and awe the world, my battle zone!
(Sung to the tune of "Rocket Man" by Elton John)
By Darrell Decker & W. Tong
As sung by Warmonger Dubya:
Click here for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
We bombed Baghdad last night.
We fight!
Soon we'll rout old Saddam.
Our bombs light up the sky-y-y-y...
Won't need lights by then.
We'll bomb the earth so much;
Destroy all life.
Saddam we will replace.
And for endless war, we'll fight...
Might makes right...
And it isn't gonna be a long, long time
Until I make Iraqi oil mine.
Rove's got a master plan I'll use at home,
I'll make it go...
Got a rocket plan.
Rocket plan... shock and awe the world, my battle zone!
War keeps your mind erased 'bout what I did.
The facts would cause me hell.
But there's no one here... to raise them.
Keep it hid!
This protest thing - I don't understand.
The world's a mob, but they are weak.
They mock my pla-a-a-an...
Rocket plan...
And it isn't gonna be a long, long time
Until I make Iraqi oil mine.
Rove's got a master plan I'll use at home,
I'll make it go...
Got a rocket plan.
Rocket plan... shock and awe the world, my battle zone!
COLORS
Satire about the U.S. Homeland Defense color-coded terrorist alert system... Written originally on 3/17/02, reposted here with new exclusive MIDI music file sequenced on 3/22/03 by my good friend, Ron Tilden -thanks, Ron!
(Sung to the tune of "Colours" by Donovan)
(As sung by Tom Ridge, U.S. Homeland Security Director)
MIDI Music
(instrumental intro)
Green is the color when "all is fair,"
It's the warning... for our eyes.
It's the warning... for our eyes.
In these times... in these times, it's not a test.
Blue, that means "guarded,"
And we'll watch the sky.
It's the warning... for our eyes.
It's the warning... for our eyes.
In these times... in these times, it's not a test.
Yellow means "significant risk" occurs.
We can't dither... uh-uh.
We can't dither... uh-uh.
In these times... in these times, it's not a test.
Orange means "high risk" of a terrorist attack.
Don't start drinking... uh-uh.
Don't start drinking... uh-uh.
That's the time (that's the time)
That's the time (that's the time)
To save my boss.
Red means "severe" and the terrorists are here.
We've been taken... by surprise.
We've been taken... by surprise.
That's the time...
That's the time...
To clean the mess.
(repeat verses as needed)
Satire about the U.S. Homeland Defense color-coded terrorist alert system... Written originally on 3/17/02, reposted here with new exclusive MIDI music file sequenced on 3/22/03 by my good friend, Ron Tilden -thanks, Ron!
(Sung to the tune of "Colours" by Donovan)
(As sung by Tom Ridge, U.S. Homeland Security Director)
MIDI Music
(instrumental intro)
Green is the color when "all is fair,"
It's the warning... for our eyes.
It's the warning... for our eyes.
In these times... in these times, it's not a test.
Blue, that means "guarded,"
And we'll watch the sky.
It's the warning... for our eyes.
It's the warning... for our eyes.
In these times... in these times, it's not a test.
Yellow means "significant risk" occurs.
We can't dither... uh-uh.
We can't dither... uh-uh.
In these times... in these times, it's not a test.
Orange means "high risk" of a terrorist attack.
Don't start drinking... uh-uh.
Don't start drinking... uh-uh.
That's the time (that's the time)
That's the time (that's the time)
To save my boss.
Red means "severe" and the terrorists are here.
We've been taken... by surprise.
We've been taken... by surprise.
That's the time...
That's the time...
To clean the mess.
(repeat verses as needed)
Friday, March 21, 2003
Tyrants & Fakes
(Sung to the tune of "Spiders & Snakes" by Jim Stafford)
Originally written on 5/28/01, reposted here because we now have a MIDI music file sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden - thanks again, Ron!
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
We remember when W. said:
"Just lemme talk!"
We heard a fool.
And Dick said, "That's taboo."
Bush said, "I'd like to make the White House home.
And I would like people to leave me alone."
Dick said: "That's no good! That's just taboo."
So Bush sold his soul.
Wound upstairs with the winning role.
And Dick said, "Do what I tell you to."
Bush got silly, his mind got fogged.
Drinking water arsenic, got flogged.
What the hell's the matter?
Well, that's just W.
We say:
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
You fool!
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
We don't wanna be ruled by you.
(instrumental break)
Dubya thinks of a world gone back in time.
Dick props him up (Oil Party slime).
Bush says he don't care
About saving our schools.
We say, "Hey, Bush Baby, last November, then...
And would you like to count the ballots again?"
We know Bush won by... breaking rules.
Bush was high when he won his trial.
Supreme Court judges were flashing smiles.
Scalia said, "It's all over here... You know what I'm sayin'?"
Oh, what service, as you might guess.
Just lookin' for somethin' to clean up their mess.
We say... now let's make it perfectly clear...
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
You fool!
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
We don't wanna be ruled by you.
We don't wanna be ruled by you.
(Sung to the tune of "Spiders & Snakes" by Jim Stafford)
Originally written on 5/28/01, reposted here because we now have a MIDI music file sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden - thanks again, Ron!
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
We remember when W. said:
"Just lemme talk!"
We heard a fool.
And Dick said, "That's taboo."
Bush said, "I'd like to make the White House home.
And I would like people to leave me alone."
Dick said: "That's no good! That's just taboo."
So Bush sold his soul.
Wound upstairs with the winning role.
And Dick said, "Do what I tell you to."
Bush got silly, his mind got fogged.
Drinking water arsenic, got flogged.
What the hell's the matter?
Well, that's just W.
We say:
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
You fool!
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
We don't wanna be ruled by you.
(instrumental break)
Dubya thinks of a world gone back in time.
Dick props him up (Oil Party slime).
Bush says he don't care
About saving our schools.
We say, "Hey, Bush Baby, last November, then...
And would you like to count the ballots again?"
We know Bush won by... breaking rules.
Bush was high when he won his trial.
Supreme Court judges were flashing smiles.
Scalia said, "It's all over here... You know what I'm sayin'?"
Oh, what service, as you might guess.
Just lookin' for somethin' to clean up their mess.
We say... now let's make it perfectly clear...
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
You fool!
We don't like tyrants and fakes.
You don't have what it takes - we loathe you.
We don't wanna be ruled by you.
We don't wanna be ruled by you.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
Bush The Ass, War-Crazed, Is Blind
The exclusive rendition of the MIDI music was sequenced by my friend, Ron Tilden
(Sung to the tune of "And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind" by Neil Diamond)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
"War is easy!" (Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya...)
Bush can hear God callin',
Hawking fear... hear him scream.
Bush the Loony
Has Blair's regime fallin'.
Britain chased the oil war scheme.
Shrub's war crime will be our crime.
Bush the ass, war-crazed, is blind.
Sayin' nothin'...
Lyin', the Dim Son is.
Shakin' down those on his side.
World dissed W.
World he just dismisses.
This man mentally is fried.
Shrub's war crime will be our crime.
Bush the ass, war-crazed, is blind.
Vile! Bush has sold war through lies,
'Cause the world will know there's no grounds.
Why... does the world despise
Him today? Bush hears only war sounds;
The omen he's giving us now...
(Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya...)
Young kids dyin'...
Where Shrub's bombs are goin'
Fools the press; abides his "charms."
Closed their eyes; don't see Shrub's powers growin'.
The sheep stay sleeping on their farms.
Shrub's war crime will be our crime.
Bush the ass, war-crazed, is blind.
The exclusive rendition of the MIDI music was sequenced by my friend, Ron Tilden
(Sung to the tune of "And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind" by Neil Diamond)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
"War is easy!" (Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya...)
Bush can hear God callin',
Hawking fear... hear him scream.
Bush the Loony
Has Blair's regime fallin'.
Britain chased the oil war scheme.
Shrub's war crime will be our crime.
Bush the ass, war-crazed, is blind.
Sayin' nothin'...
Lyin', the Dim Son is.
Shakin' down those on his side.
World dissed W.
World he just dismisses.
This man mentally is fried.
Shrub's war crime will be our crime.
Bush the ass, war-crazed, is blind.
Vile! Bush has sold war through lies,
'Cause the world will know there's no grounds.
Why... does the world despise
Him today? Bush hears only war sounds;
The omen he's giving us now...
(Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya...)
Young kids dyin'...
Where Shrub's bombs are goin'
Fools the press; abides his "charms."
Closed their eyes; don't see Shrub's powers growin'.
The sheep stay sleeping on their farms.
Shrub's war crime will be our crime.
Bush the ass, war-crazed, is blind.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Hussein's Destruction
(Sung to the tune of "Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire)
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(instrumental intro)
The Mideast world... will be explodin'.
Future terror, Bush is goadin'.
For oil, he would kill; lost U.N. votin.'
He wants pre-emptive war, cowboy guns a-totin'.
Iraqi blood in rivers will have Bush a-gloatin.'
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
No one understands what Shrub's tryin' to say.
World lives in fear; there's no healing today.
Bush the Glutton has pushed to always get his way.
Survivors enslaved after Iraq is made a grave.
War hawk kooks abound, Bush Boy; scaring the world's his ploy.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
Pre-emptive war is mad; new enemies he's baitin'.
World sits in fear, just contemplatin.'
Bush can't twist the truth to fool other nations.
Congressmen, Senators? War powers abdication,
While Bush has alone marched towards conflagration.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
Bush has stirred up hate; war time reminders.
Tells us not to look, except through right wing blinders.
Rules through hate and fear; we "must keep our place."
Or else you will burn from the cops' sprayed mace.
He's poundin' his war drums with pride and no grace.
Will they bury our dead, killed near Saddam's place?
Through our soldiers' labor, Iraqi people erased.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
(Sung to the tune of "Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
The Mideast world... will be explodin'.
Future terror, Bush is goadin'.
For oil, he would kill; lost U.N. votin.'
He wants pre-emptive war, cowboy guns a-totin'.
Iraqi blood in rivers will have Bush a-gloatin.'
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
No one understands what Shrub's tryin' to say.
World lives in fear; there's no healing today.
Bush the Glutton has pushed to always get his way.
Survivors enslaved after Iraq is made a grave.
War hawk kooks abound, Bush Boy; scaring the world's his ploy.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
Pre-emptive war is mad; new enemies he's baitin'.
World sits in fear, just contemplatin.'
Bush can't twist the truth to fool other nations.
Congressmen, Senators? War powers abdication,
While Bush has alone marched towards conflagration.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
Bush has stirred up hate; war time reminders.
Tells us not to look, except through right wing blinders.
Rules through hate and fear; we "must keep our place."
Or else you will burn from the cops' sprayed mace.
He's poundin' his war drums with pride and no grace.
Will they bury our dead, killed near Saddam's place?
Through our soldiers' labor, Iraqi people erased.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
And Bush... tells me... over and over and over, without end.
How he'll "change regime" through Saddam Hussein's destruction.
Wrong And Blinding Road
(Sung to the tune of "Long and Winding Road" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
His wrong and blinding road
That leads to his war.
He'll never make it clear:
He's feasting on the poor.
Shrub's donors needn't fear.
Greed leads to his war.
The vile, longwinded Right
Wants you brainwashed today.
Their war hawk fool now cheers;
Lying every way.
His sheep all think it's clear:
Bush will show the way.
In these times, Bush stands alone.
So many times, he's tried.
Any way to make war go.
The many ways he's lied.
Bush shills lead the attack
For his wrong and blinding road.
Inept commander's fear:
There's not much time to go.
What really aches him here:
If he screws up war.
(instrumental break)
Bush shills lead the attack
For his wrong and blinding road.
Inept commander's fear:
There's not much time to go.
What really aches him here:
If he screws up war.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Long and Winding Road" by The Beatles)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
His wrong and blinding road
That leads to his war.
He'll never make it clear:
He's feasting on the poor.
Shrub's donors needn't fear.
Greed leads to his war.
The vile, longwinded Right
Wants you brainwashed today.
Their war hawk fool now cheers;
Lying every way.
His sheep all think it's clear:
Bush will show the way.
In these times, Bush stands alone.
So many times, he's tried.
Any way to make war go.
The many ways he's lied.
Bush shills lead the attack
For his wrong and blinding road.
Inept commander's fear:
There's not much time to go.
What really aches him here:
If he screws up war.
(instrumental break)
Bush shills lead the attack
For his wrong and blinding road.
Inept commander's fear:
There's not much time to go.
What really aches him here:
If he screws up war.
(instrumental ending)
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Saturday, March 15, 2003
This is an oldie being re-posted here at the Blog because I now have a MIDI (thanks to Ron Tilden) to go with the lyrics...
Bush The Dummy Wears The Crown
(Sung to the tune of "See The Funny Little Clown" by Bobby Goldsboro)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
Hear him laugh, as he tells lies.
Everybody thinks he's crappy,
But they'll never say, for fear from his spies.
We all know he's lying.
We all know he's trying to help his side,
While attacking those on our side.
Dubya blows.
Dubya blows.
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
He's hiding his plans so vile.
Handlers spin all of his gaffing,
But we really know he's trying all the while...
Bill of Rights he's breaking.
Enron dollars he's partaking from the inside.
And he keeps laughing on the outside.
Dubya blows.
Dubya blows.
This dummy wears the crown; he's Cheney's puppet, who's kept around.
Bush needs his guru beside him, to teach and guide him.
To get their way, Cheney won't let Bush talk away.
And you'll just hear Bush say: "Gimme my war on terror, as I say!"
Yes, Dubya blows...
His monarchy... plutocracy...
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
Ron Tilden has been kind enough to sequence and send in his MIDI file for "See The Funny Little Clown" by Bobby Goldsboro. Kudos to Ron for his musical talent and hard work!
Bush The Dummy Wears The Crown
(Sung to the tune of "See The Funny Little Clown" by Bobby Goldsboro)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
Hear him laugh, as he tells lies.
Everybody thinks he's crappy,
But they'll never say, for fear from his spies.
We all know he's lying.
We all know he's trying to help his side,
While attacking those on our side.
Dubya blows.
Dubya blows.
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
He's hiding his plans so vile.
Handlers spin all of his gaffing,
But we really know he's trying all the while...
Bill of Rights he's breaking.
Enron dollars he's partaking from the inside.
And he keeps laughing on the outside.
Dubya blows.
Dubya blows.
This dummy wears the crown; he's Cheney's puppet, who's kept around.
Bush needs his guru beside him, to teach and guide him.
To get their way, Cheney won't let Bush talk away.
And you'll just hear Bush say: "Gimme my war on terror, as I say!"
Yes, Dubya blows...
His monarchy... plutocracy...
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
Bush the Dummy wears the crown.
Ron Tilden has been kind enough to sequence and send in his MIDI file for "See The Funny Little Clown" by Bobby Goldsboro. Kudos to Ron for his musical talent and hard work!
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Veto Scuffle
Satire about warmonger Bush's failed checkbook diplomacy to bribe and blackmail poor nations to support his U.N. resolution to attack Iraq - France and Russia have already promised to veto
(Sung to the tune of "Lido Shuffle" by Boz Scaggs)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Vetoed U.N. vote; they say, "Do not attack."
Said Dubya, so pissed, "I'll still bomb Iraq!"
Bush assumed thus far, as appointed czar, no one could stop
His strongman bluff; as U.N. vandal, he's a flop.
They dissed his crown;
Vetos smacked Dubya down - lost control.
He said, "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o...!"
Bush flashed his money; wants war to go.
Vetoes awaitin', telling him to slow.
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o-o...!"
He said, "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
(instrumental break)
Vetoes said "Non" and "Nyet," not "Bon," so Bush lost his vote.
Wouldn't toe his line, Bush blew it; but Saddam's still the goat.
Bush is fakin' like he's divine; changin' Iraq's borderline.
Blowin' his smoke.
Sayin' "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o...!"
Bush flashed his money; wants war to go.
Vetoes awaitin', telling him to slow.
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o-o...!"
He said, "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Satire about warmonger Bush's failed checkbook diplomacy to bribe and blackmail poor nations to support his U.N. resolution to attack Iraq - France and Russia have already promised to veto
(Sung to the tune of "Lido Shuffle" by Boz Scaggs)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Vetoed U.N. vote; they say, "Do not attack."
Said Dubya, so pissed, "I'll still bomb Iraq!"
Bush assumed thus far, as appointed czar, no one could stop
His strongman bluff; as U.N. vandal, he's a flop.
They dissed his crown;
Vetos smacked Dubya down - lost control.
He said, "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o...!"
Bush flashed his money; wants war to go.
Vetoes awaitin', telling him to slow.
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o-o...!"
He said, "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
(instrumental break)
Vetoes said "Non" and "Nyet," not "Bon," so Bush lost his vote.
Wouldn't toe his line, Bush blew it; but Saddam's still the goat.
Bush is fakin' like he's divine; changin' Iraq's borderline.
Blowin' his smoke.
Sayin' "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o...!"
Bush flashed his money; wants war to go.
Vetoes awaitin', telling him to slow.
Vetoes... two states said "No-o-o-o-o...!"
He said, "Some more checks... oughta get it.
Buy more votes - they're indebted..."
Bush has been slowed...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Keep On Talking Of War
(Sung to the tune of "We Don't Talk Anymore" by Cliff Richard)
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(instrumental intro)
He thinks taking life is sweet.
He thinks that war just can't be beat.
Bush can't believe... he won't get his way.
Case for war has not been made.
Case for war hasn't much to say.
World opposition... is aroused today.
Wanted war a long time ago.
Now he's the lonely one.
Now the world has let him know:
Bush is the only one...
Who's beating his war drum...
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
No, Bush ain't losin' sleep,
So as long he fools the sheep.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talk...ing of war...
(instrumental break)
Bush ignores his harsh reality.
Wants war, believing "it's meant to be."
God spoke to him now; blessed his monarchy.
Yes, the Dope said, God has told him so:
Bomb Iraq, then Iran.
Bush won't stop trying to be...
His God's annointed one.
(We mean "Appointed One")...
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
No, Bush ain't losin' sleep,
So as long he fools the sheep.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "We Don't Talk Anymore" by Cliff Richard)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
He thinks taking life is sweet.
He thinks that war just can't be beat.
Bush can't believe... he won't get his way.
Case for war has not been made.
Case for war hasn't much to say.
World opposition... is aroused today.
Wanted war a long time ago.
Now he's the lonely one.
Now the world has let him know:
Bush is the only one...
Who's beating his war drum...
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
No, Bush ain't losin' sleep,
So as long he fools the sheep.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talk...ing of war...
(instrumental break)
Bush ignores his harsh reality.
Wants war, believing "it's meant to be."
God spoke to him now; blessed his monarchy.
Yes, the Dope said, God has told him so:
Bomb Iraq, then Iran.
Bush won't stop trying to be...
His God's annointed one.
(We mean "Appointed One")...
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war.
No, Bush ain't losin' sleep,
So as long he fools the sheep.
War hawk dummies... just keep on talking of war...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Endless War
(Sung to the tune of "Endless Love" by Lionel Ritchie & Diana Ross)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush:
My war... gave me my purpose in life.
'Cause I say, "Might makes right."
Cheney:
How I'll love... through Saddam's death, we will break...
Iraq's regime, to take...
Bush:
Their oil... we will ensnare... oil; Saddam... is... through...
Nothing less will do...
And our prize... we'll steal because we dared...
Oh, yes, there will always be... an endless war...
(instrumental break)
Bush & Cheney:
War starts... War starts; we've practically won.
Our prize is a big one.
We're clever... Saddam is close to disarmed.
He can't resist our harm!
Cheney:
Be tough... World has been fooled... by you...
I'm sure... our sheep are behind...
'Cause you'll... soon rule the world;
You'll see... war time glow surrounding you,
Through endless war.
Instrumental break with vocal ad lib:
Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb, bomb, ba-da-boom!
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb...
Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb, bomb, ba-da-boom!
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb...
Cheney:
That oil... will secure... rule for you,
I'm sure...they'll rally behind.
And yes... you will be Number One,
Whom no one can defy.
Be tough enough inside.
All will bow to W.
Through war, war... our endless war...
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Endless Love" by Lionel Ritchie & Diana Ross)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush:
My war... gave me my purpose in life.
'Cause I say, "Might makes right."
Cheney:
How I'll love... through Saddam's death, we will break...
Iraq's regime, to take...
Bush:
Their oil... we will ensnare... oil; Saddam... is... through...
Nothing less will do...
And our prize... we'll steal because we dared...
Oh, yes, there will always be... an endless war...
(instrumental break)
Bush & Cheney:
War starts... War starts; we've practically won.
Our prize is a big one.
We're clever... Saddam is close to disarmed.
He can't resist our harm!
Cheney:
Be tough... World has been fooled... by you...
I'm sure... our sheep are behind...
'Cause you'll... soon rule the world;
You'll see... war time glow surrounding you,
Through endless war.
Instrumental break with vocal ad lib:
Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb, bomb, ba-da-boom!
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb...
Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb, bomb, ba-da-boom!
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb...
Cheney:
That oil... will secure... rule for you,
I'm sure...they'll rally behind.
And yes... you will be Number One,
Whom no one can defy.
Be tough enough inside.
All will bow to W.
Through war, war... our endless war...
(instrumental ending)
Monday, March 10, 2003
God Told Him So
(Sung to the tune of "God Only Knows" by The Beach Boys)
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(instrumental intro)
The world hates George W.
He thinks his oil war has virtue.
Bushies don't need to shout it;
Shrub made us so sure about it.
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W.
War is "good" for the greedy;
Helps to distract from all the needy.
So says Bush, religious looney:
"From God, power's given to me!"
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W.
(instrumental break with vocal ad lib)
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W.
War is "good" for the greedy;
Helps to distract from all the needy.
So says Bush, religious looney:
"From God, power's given to me!"
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
(repeat last line and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "God Only Knows" by The Beach Boys)
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(instrumental intro)
The world hates George W.
He thinks his oil war has virtue.
Bushies don't need to shout it;
Shrub made us so sure about it.
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W.
War is "good" for the greedy;
Helps to distract from all the needy.
So says Bush, religious looney:
"From God, power's given to me!"
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W.
(instrumental break with vocal ad lib)
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W.
War is "good" for the greedy;
Helps to distract from all the needy.
So says Bush, religious looney:
"From God, power's given to me!"
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
"God told him so," say the sheep, of W...
(repeat last line and fade)
Sunday, March 09, 2003
War On Hussein
(Sung to the tune of "Morning Train (Nine To Five)" by Sheena Easton)
Click HERE for MIDI music - added 6/24/04, sent in from Australia by Denis
(instrumental intro)
Bush makes up brand new warnings:
"I'm gonna go ahead.
A brand new day is dawnin' -
Saddam is all but dead."
Wants war to last forever, and no one to ask why.
Can't get his sh*t together; it's all Bush can try...
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
Bush thinks he's in a movie.
He's making cowboy taunts:
"No, France! I'll get what I want!
With me or against me - we will fight.
If you are against me, time to say good night..."
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
"He's crazed!" the world thinks of him; they protest him constantly.
The warhawk madness in him is rank lunacy.
Bush wants to off Hussein; he's heading for... a fight.
Squawks all day... to have his way, thinks only he is right...
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Morning Train (Nine To Five)" by Sheena Easton)
Click HERE for MIDI music - added 6/24/04, sent in from Australia by Denis
(instrumental intro)
Bush makes up brand new warnings:
"I'm gonna go ahead.
A brand new day is dawnin' -
Saddam is all but dead."
Wants war to last forever, and no one to ask why.
Can't get his sh*t together; it's all Bush can try...
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
Bush thinks he's in a movie.
He's making cowboy taunts:
"No, France! I'll get what I want!
With me or against me - we will fight.
If you are against me, time to say good night..."
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
"He's crazed!" the world thinks of him; they protest him constantly.
The warhawk madness in him is rank lunacy.
Bush wants to off Hussein; he's heading for... a fight.
Squawks all day... to have his way, thinks only he is right...
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Duct Tape Your House
(Sung to the tune of "Unchain My Heart" by Joe Cocker)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong
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(instrumental intro)
Duct tape your house... seal that window.
Duct tape your house... because Tom Ridge told us so.
Tape can find good uses in your home.
Where duct tape sells, you'll find plastic and foam.
Duct tape your house, for security.
Duct tape your house... for security.
We must beware; new attacks we'll see.
Use it to patch up that old broken vase.
Don't be lettin' duct tape go to waste.
Duct tape your house, for security.
It's ugly as hell... to use duct tape on pants.
Repair shoes; it works well - don't wear them to dance.
Duct tape your house... maybe you'll survive doomsday.
Duct tape your house... don't worry, sit tight and pray.
What's leaking through your roof? Go look and see.
What's in the air? It's poison gas - go flee!
Duct tape your house, against calamity.
(instrumental break)
It's ugly as hell... to use duct tape on pants.
Repair shoes; it works well, but don't wear them to dance.
Duct tape your house... maybe you'll survive doomsday.
Duct tape your house... don't worry, sit tight and pray.
What's leaking through your roof? Go look and see.
What's in the air? It's poison gas - go flee!
Duct tape your house, against calamity.
(instrumental fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Unchain My Heart" by Joe Cocker)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Duct tape your house... seal that window.
Duct tape your house... because Tom Ridge told us so.
Tape can find good uses in your home.
Where duct tape sells, you'll find plastic and foam.
Duct tape your house, for security.
Duct tape your house... for security.
We must beware; new attacks we'll see.
Use it to patch up that old broken vase.
Don't be lettin' duct tape go to waste.
Duct tape your house, for security.
It's ugly as hell... to use duct tape on pants.
Repair shoes; it works well - don't wear them to dance.
Duct tape your house... maybe you'll survive doomsday.
Duct tape your house... don't worry, sit tight and pray.
What's leaking through your roof? Go look and see.
What's in the air? It's poison gas - go flee!
Duct tape your house, against calamity.
(instrumental break)
It's ugly as hell... to use duct tape on pants.
Repair shoes; it works well, but don't wear them to dance.
Duct tape your house... maybe you'll survive doomsday.
Duct tape your house... don't worry, sit tight and pray.
What's leaking through your roof? Go look and see.
What's in the air? It's poison gas - go flee!
Duct tape your house, against calamity.
(instrumental fade)
Thursday, March 06, 2003
Attacking And Fighting Again
(Sung to the tune of "Back In The High Life Again" by Steve Winwood)
No MIDI music available
(instrumental intro)
Our King G.W.B.
Leans on relics from the past.
U.N. said to take things slowly.
Dubya wants his war too fast.
'Cause Shrub was born a dunce;
It's so hard to just back down.
He won't take advice to not attack
Iraq, to boost his crown.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
Endless wars; expose this crime.
This dope's at it again.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
The world's eyes now watch this dunce;
Reviled for his fake spin.
Does he think that France and Germany
And the world back his decree?
Millions protest; don't agree.
Attacking, fighting again.
(instrumental break)
Shrub's on his "holy quest"
To "install democracy."
But this dope's plans have been laid bare:
Iraq oil he'll steal for free.
Big profits so sublime.
Bush will dance when invasion's done.
For cronies, the good times come in.
War won't stop for the Dim Son.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
Endless wars; expose this crime.
This dope's at it again.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
The world's eyes now watch this dunce;
Reviled for his fake spin.
Does he think that France and Germany
And the world back his decree?
Millions protest; don't agree.
Attacking, fighting again.
(instrumental break)
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
Endless wars; expose this crime.
This dope's at it again.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
The world's eyes now watch this dunce;
Reviled for his fake spin.
Does he think that France and Germany
And the world back his decree?
Millions protest; don't agree.
Attacking, fighting again.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Back In The High Life Again" by Steve Winwood)
No MIDI music available
(instrumental intro)
Our King G.W.B.
Leans on relics from the past.
U.N. said to take things slowly.
Dubya wants his war too fast.
'Cause Shrub was born a dunce;
It's so hard to just back down.
He won't take advice to not attack
Iraq, to boost his crown.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
Endless wars; expose this crime.
This dope's at it again.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
The world's eyes now watch this dunce;
Reviled for his fake spin.
Does he think that France and Germany
And the world back his decree?
Millions protest; don't agree.
Attacking, fighting again.
(instrumental break)
Shrub's on his "holy quest"
To "install democracy."
But this dope's plans have been laid bare:
Iraq oil he'll steal for free.
Big profits so sublime.
Bush will dance when invasion's done.
For cronies, the good times come in.
War won't stop for the Dim Son.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
Endless wars; expose this crime.
This dope's at it again.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
The world's eyes now watch this dunce;
Reviled for his fake spin.
Does he think that France and Germany
And the world back his decree?
Millions protest; don't agree.
Attacking, fighting again.
(instrumental break)
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
Endless wars; expose this crime.
This dope's at it again.
Bush, attacking and fighting again.
The world's eyes now watch this dunce;
Reviled for his fake spin.
Does he think that France and Germany
And the world back his decree?
Millions protest; don't agree.
Attacking, fighting again.
(repeat chorus and fade)
He's All Alone
Despite worldwide protests, Bush goes it alone to launch an unprovoked, pre-emptive war on Iraq to seize control of the oil, reshape the Middle East, and distract from his domestic failures of economic recession, massive corporate scandals, record budget deficits, and creation of a police state.
(Sung to the tune of "We're All Alone" by Boz Scaggs)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Saddam Hussein is pinned.
Bush wants his life to end.
Bush wants a war; what's it for?
His dream: to shake democracy...
Forever war...
Forever war...
Realized his dream:
An empire his will be.
War he craves, future graves, for power.
But the world won't bow.
He's all alone...
He's all alone...
War-time swindle for the Right;
Ignored our country's plight.
More greed will follow now.
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!
War will never end."
(brief instrumental break)
But the world got bold.
They won't do as they're told.
Said, "Screw you, W.
You've cast... all reason to the wind.
No war this year... no war this year..."
War-time swindle for the Right;
Ignored our country's plight.
More greed will follow now.
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!"
Millions hate him now.
He's all alone... he's all alone...
War-time swindle for the Right;
Ignored our country's plight.
More greed will follow now.
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!"
Millions hate him now.
He's all alone... he's all alone...
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!
Sow the whirlwind... of bombs..."
(instrumental fade)
Despite worldwide protests, Bush goes it alone to launch an unprovoked, pre-emptive war on Iraq to seize control of the oil, reshape the Middle East, and distract from his domestic failures of economic recession, massive corporate scandals, record budget deficits, and creation of a police state.
(Sung to the tune of "We're All Alone" by Boz Scaggs)
Click for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Saddam Hussein is pinned.
Bush wants his life to end.
Bush wants a war; what's it for?
His dream: to shake democracy...
Forever war...
Forever war...
Realized his dream:
An empire his will be.
War he craves, future graves, for power.
But the world won't bow.
He's all alone...
He's all alone...
War-time swindle for the Right;
Ignored our country's plight.
More greed will follow now.
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!
War will never end."
(brief instrumental break)
But the world got bold.
They won't do as they're told.
Said, "Screw you, W.
You've cast... all reason to the wind.
No war this year... no war this year..."
War-time swindle for the Right;
Ignored our country's plight.
More greed will follow now.
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!"
Millions hate him now.
He's all alone... he's all alone...
War-time swindle for the Right;
Ignored our country's plight.
More greed will follow now.
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!"
Millions hate him now.
He's all alone... he's all alone...
Hear Bush shout: "Let my war begin!
Sow the whirlwind... of bombs..."
(instrumental fade)
Sunday, March 02, 2003
Jester
(Sung to the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel)
MIDI version 1
MIDI version 2
(instrumental intro)
Bush never earned an "A" himself... Jester!
Laughed at by everybody else... Jester!
He always was so below par... no good.
A pRez too dumb, too misplaced.
Problems for this king are unreal.
He's loaded and red-faced.
Supreme Court-appointed Jester.
(instrumental riff)
Warmonger and a paranoid... Jester!
Inside his head is just a void... Jester!
He turned his war dance into his crusade.
Reasons bizarre, just on faith,
And Republican advice.
No battle scars on his face,
War will hide his scandals, Jester!
(instrumental riff)
Strike one, strike two.
What does Bush know?
All his life had been libertine.
While his sheep bleet: "Bush is so keen."
His war drums beat, killer machine.
(instrumental break)
Always needs help when he's alone... Jester!
He has no answers of his own... Jester!
His handlers cook up bullsh*t rationale
To go to war, a free ride.
Bush will shout and egg us on.
Iraq must cook and be fried.
If we all are conned by Jester.
Jester!
(instrumental break)
Man of the Year, Time Magazine.
King of the coup,
Big Oil weaned...
All his life had been libertine.
While his sheep bleet: "Bush is so keen."
(instrumental break)
Jester!
His handlers cook up bullsh*t rationale
To go to war, a free ride.
Bush will shout and egg us on.
Iraq must cook and be fried
If we all are conned by Jester.
Jester!
One, two, three, war!
Jester!
(Sung to the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel)
MIDI version 1
MIDI version 2
(instrumental intro)
Bush never earned an "A" himself... Jester!
Laughed at by everybody else... Jester!
He always was so below par... no good.
A pRez too dumb, too misplaced.
Problems for this king are unreal.
He's loaded and red-faced.
Supreme Court-appointed Jester.
(instrumental riff)
Warmonger and a paranoid... Jester!
Inside his head is just a void... Jester!
He turned his war dance into his crusade.
Reasons bizarre, just on faith,
And Republican advice.
No battle scars on his face,
War will hide his scandals, Jester!
(instrumental riff)
Strike one, strike two.
What does Bush know?
All his life had been libertine.
While his sheep bleet: "Bush is so keen."
His war drums beat, killer machine.
(instrumental break)
Always needs help when he's alone... Jester!
He has no answers of his own... Jester!
His handlers cook up bullsh*t rationale
To go to war, a free ride.
Bush will shout and egg us on.
Iraq must cook and be fried.
If we all are conned by Jester.
Jester!
(instrumental break)
Man of the Year, Time Magazine.
King of the coup,
Big Oil weaned...
All his life had been libertine.
While his sheep bleet: "Bush is so keen."
(instrumental break)
Jester!
His handlers cook up bullsh*t rationale
To go to war, a free ride.
Bush will shout and egg us on.
Iraq must cook and be fried
If we all are conned by Jester.
Jester!
One, two, three, war!
Jester!
This Is It, World
(Sung to the tune of "You're A Rich Girl" by Daryl Hall & John Oates)
Click for MIDI music
This is it, world; Bush has gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war.
The world knows... the world knows...
Rummy longs... to make war for W.
Bush can't get... along;
He's a bully who's wrong.
And he'll always be wrong... 'cause
This is it, world; Bush has gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war.
Hung to dry: Saddam Hussein.
It's so easy... to kill others,
'Cause Bush can't feel the pain.
And we all know... that this Shrub can't grow.
His mind's too primitive to decide who lives.
Bush could kill the world all... oh
This is it, world; Bush has gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war.
This is it, world; Bush has gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war...
(Sung to the tune of "You're A Rich Girl" by Daryl Hall & John Oates)
Click for MIDI music
This is it, world; Bush has gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war.
The world knows... the world knows...
Rummy longs... to make war for W.
Bush can't get... along;
He's a bully who's wrong.
And he'll always be wrong... 'cause
This is it, world; Bush has gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone too far.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war.
Hung to dry: Saddam Hussein.
It's so easy... to kill others,
'Cause Bush can't feel the pain.
And we all know... that this Shrub can't grow.
His mind's too primitive to decide who lives.
Bush could kill the world all... oh
This is it, world; Bush has gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war.
This is it, world; Bush has gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Bush will deny that his war means money.
Shrub's a twit, world; and he's gone to war.
What you've said doesn't matter anyway.
Blood money, 'cause Bush must have his war.
Must have his war...
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