With the WMD scandal blowing up in his face (Saddam's dog must have eaten them!) Emperor Dubya turns to his old reliable tactic, starting a new war, this time on Iran. Here he is, cheerleading his neo-con cronies and gullible sheep...

Bomb Iran
(Sung to the tune of "Barbara Ann" by The Beach Boys)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya, employing Weapons of Mass Distraction)

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Bomb, bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Go bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Because I ca-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'.
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Still pissed at France, 'cause they wouldn't dance.
Gonna bomb Iran, re-election to enhance.
Let's bomb Iran...
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'
More oil, we'll be stealin'
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Bomb, bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Go bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Because I ca-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Me and my crew, still have much to do.
Think I'll bomb Iran; distract from scandals anew.
Let's bomb Iran...
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'.
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Bomb, bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Go bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Because I ca-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'.
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Bomb Iran, bomb Iran... bomb Iran, bomb Iran...

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Bush Lied, Many Thousands Died
(Sung to the tune of "The Night Has A Thousand Eyes" by Bobby Vee)

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No WMD's have been discovered,
Though Bush says that can't be so.
But now his polling numbers have hovered
So low; it grieves him, so low.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
And his thousand lies... can't help to free...
Iraq democracy.
Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied; many thousands died.



Shrub plays hero at home - what a phony.
To war, rushed along, with Blair.
The Shrub keeps on selling war; insures only
The flow of oil; his chair.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
And his thousand lies... can't help to free... Iraq democracy.
Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied; many thousands died.

War's the way Bush pursues his quarry.
War's the game he wants to play.
Got Saddam out, without really tryin'.
Our GI's get killed every day.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
And his thousand lies... can't help to free... Iraq democracy.
Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied; many thousands died.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
Through his thousand lies, the Shrub will screw
No matter what or who.
He can never disguise all his warmonger lied.
'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.

Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied: many thousands died.

Won't You Shut Up, O'Reilly
Dedicated to Faux (Fox) News right wing loudmouth Bill O'Reilly
(Sung to the tune of "Won't You Come Home, Bill Bailey")

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Won't you shut up, O'Reilly?
Won't you shut up?
You and your right wing throng.
You defend crooks with money, this pResident;
As weak are crushed by strong.

Dissemble every evenin'.
You stew and shout.
You bluster when you're cut up.
Yeah, we know that's your aim:
Liberals to blame.
O'Reilly, won't you please shut up?

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O'Reilly, won't you please... just shut up?

Far Right Radio
(Sung to the tune of "Late Night Radio" by John Denver)

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The droning voice of Rush Limbaugh grabs suckers who have joined;
On air to keep him company, each and every morn.
Their world is right wing play time, and forever droning on.
The air waves of our nation: to the far right, they have gone.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Well, just turn the dial a little bit past one-o-one point-two.
In time to catch the views of looneys with loose screws.
They are ranting on 'bout old wrongs, though Republicans are in.
They think that way because they may be thrown out again.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Dubya, they praise in song; he's the shepherd of this herd.
Dubya, oh, dubba, Dubya...
When liberals call a talk show,
They have extra hate reserved.
The far right... now all own... radio...

Sean Hannity just snickered, "Left wing creatures got to go."
Just criticize the Shrub, and you'll be one of those.
So just turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three.
Not right wing yet; but soon they'll try to find a right wing creep.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Doomsday Cowboy
(Sung to the tune of "Rhinestone Cowboy" by Glenn Campbell)

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Bush is squawking, "Can't wait too long!"
Pleasin' his right wing throng.
He'll go on attack; he's not worried 'bout talk in the Beltway.
Arms muscle's the name of the game,
And bad guys get squashed away, like that Saddam Hussein.
Bush tried to goad; that's not surprisin'.
War's his road, we're realizin'.
'Cause he wants to be where the right wing wants him to be...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.
Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

Bush has really no mind to reign.
And his smile can't hide lack of brain.
But his crown's now decidin' for gain,
He'll take things the wrong way.
And he'll dream of the things he'll do
With Iraq now broken; billion dollars made by the Bush crew.
Bush tried to goad; that's not surprisin'.
War's his road, we're realizin'
'Cause he wants to be where the right wing wants him to be...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.
Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.

Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Scorned Me
(Sung to the tune of "Born Free" by Andy Williams)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya)

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Scorned me...
From Munich to Glasgow...
From Paris to Moscow,
Scorned me for war I did start.

Give me...
Your fealty, I'm bound to
Be world king; I'll hound you
If you don't worship this czar.

Hate me?
Ain't no walls to hide you.
Our right wing now roars with pride.
So heed what we decide.

Scorned me...
Their lives weren't worth living.
Free oil, they're giving.
Saddam... scorned me.

Faked His Job And Flubbed It
(Sung to the tune of "Take This Job And Shove It" by Johnny Paycheck)

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Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

He's unsatisfactory.
He's lied throughout the years.
All this time, we've watched this moron
Clownin' like a fool with peers.
He's so keen on lettin' brown-skinned folks die;
Got a lot more killed today.
Get his Brownshirt Right off of our backs.
Send this Oil Putz away.

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

Well, he's squirmin', 'cause he's caught in a fog;
More jobs lost by this fool.
Pushed a brand new tip-top tax cut;
Phony thinks he's cool.
Figure out ways that we can slow or stop
This drunkard; we'll make him pay.
Dubya can't wait, for he soon faces
All the debt he made today.

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

Faked his job and flubbed it...

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Stand By, Iran
(Sung to the tune of "Stand By Your Man" by Tammy Wynette)

(As sung by Warmonger Dubya Bush to his sheeple about his next planned invasion)

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Sometimes it's hard to keep a war on.
Congress gave power to just one man.
Forget bad times; my war means good times.
I'm now king, and I'm running this land.

You all did loathe him; war we gave him.
Saddam is gone; let's party - we grabbed his land.
So don't think of him, or missing weapons.
'Cause after all, he's one bad man.

Stand by, Iran...
We've got big arms to sting you.
We're bringing war to dump you.
We'll fight; black gold you're owning.

Stand by, Iran...
And tell the world we're comin'
We'll give you our regime change plan.
Stand by, Iran...

Stand by, Iran...
And tell the world we're comin'
We'll give you our regime change plan.
Stand by, Iran...

(repeat refrain and fade)

No WMD's
(Sung to the tune of "W-O-L-D" by Harry Chapin)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya)

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I know money serves me.
World now thinks my Iraq attack's not the way to go.
I got my way, my warhawk view; and my bombing made Baghdad glow...

Remember, we're at war now; that's the way to go.
Oval Office: my place to be.
Dad vowed I'd get this job through Supreme Court hacks;
The way they carried me.
Neo-cons bid for me to go invade Iraq, 'cause my regime had run aground.
Less than two years are now left to save
Me from hell, if we all go down...

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

I'm thinking we did try to blast and dig, and kill Saddam below.
They said that he wasn't underground (underground)... when our bombs did blow.
So I shifted and frowned, and tried to change the focus of selling my war on talk shows.
Now our troops have been attacked again in Iraq, we just don't know.
As long as oil flows...

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

Cronies making lots of money through exclusive contracts;
Hit the big time; they love me.
Foreign press is squawkin' I killed little children;
Still missin' Iraq weaponry.

Got to plot from the top, or I'm dead.
Polls falling like a bad souffle.
And I'm tired of this rut I'm sittin' in
But I want my woes to go away...

If they send back inspection teams to Iraq, they will not get far.
For I have have sent my troops 10,000 miles, to make sure I'm still czar.
I've been thinkin' of ways to stop this mockin' of me; it makes me sore.
Maybe Ashcroft could take down those who will not back my war.

I'm Old Money - that's me.
There's no one one better than me.
The whole world don't understand
Why I'm in a hurry, and I'll soon bomb Iran.

No WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
No WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's...

(repeat final refrain and fade)

Lie For Bush Baby
(Sung to the tune of "Cry Like A Baby" by The Boxtops)

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Press won't think about the war Shrub just gave us:
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Fibbing's a virtue, 'cause Dubya's lazy.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Iraq now is just Bush's plaything.
Oil Boy and a puppet is this king.

Iraq attack for oil took heat, so
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
War's his road to avoid defeat.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Iraq now is just Bush's plaything.
Oil Boy and a puppet is this king.

Bush Daddy's past met defeat.
That's why war hawks must fly.
If Shrub takes hell, he'll get beat.
Then once again, a Bush says goodbye...

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Our press right now is just Bush's plaything.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).
They are just hacks for Shrub, their sweetheart.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).

War's his road to avoid defeat, so
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).
If Shrub took hell, he'd get beat, so that's why
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).
Shrub wants his war while running, now (Lie for Bush Baby).
They lie for Bush baby (lie for Bush Baby)...

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Burn! Burn! Burn!
(Sung to the tune of "Turn! Turn! Turn" (To Everything There Is A Season) by The Byrds)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:)

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Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

One time I'd sworn: Osama would die.
No time - I can't: he's hiding too deep.
Need time to kill, for my polls to heal.
In time, my staff will call my veep.

Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

Regimes to build up, regimes to break down.
Regimes likes France, regimes that are foreign.
Regimes to cast away bombs.
Regimes we'll blast and bomb together.

Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

A time for war, no time for peace.
A time to love, this time of hate.
In time, I will erase.
War crimes from your brains, I'm erasing.

Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

In time, I'll gain; in time, can't lose.
In time, pretend; in time, I'll crow.
In time, you'll love this time of hate.
No time for peace - make war, let's celebrate.

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The World's In Trouble
(Sung to the tune of "The Curly Shuffle" by Jump 'N' The Saddle Band)

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The Shrub and his friends had stolen the crown.
The pressed played shill; propped up this clown.
They're shielding Bush Lite; he lives in a bubble.
But the Shrub's far right, and the world's in trouble.

Hell, no! Hell, no! (Hell, no! Hell, no!)
Stop that muckety-muck-muck. (Muckety-muck-muck)
Dumb is he, dumb is he. (Dumb is he, dumb is he)
Goof! Goof! (Goof! Goof!)
He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.

The Shrub and his friends got plenty of dough.
We hold them all in contempt, and hate Jeb, his bro'.
Appointed in spite of losing the scuffle;
Dubya's far right, and the world's in trouble.

Hell, no! Hell, no! (Hell, no! Hell, no!)
Stop that muckety-muck-muck. (Muckety-muck-muck)
Killing our democracy. (Killing our democracy)
No... wise guy. (No wise guy).
He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.

(instrumental break)

The Shrub and his friends would all love to see
Armies go clashing in new wars to be.
These knuckleheads are starting a scuffle.
They push and they shove, and the world's in trouble.

Hell, no! Hell, no! (Hell, no! Hell, no!)
Stop that muckety-muck-muck (muckety-muck-muck).
Play to the crowd! (Play to the crowd!)
Tough! Tough! (Tough! Tough!)
He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.
(What's that he said?)
And now the world's in trouble.
(That's what I thought he said.)
And now the world's in trouble.

He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.

(instrumental ending)

A Dunce Now Rules America
(Sung to the tune of "America" by Neil Diamond)

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Czar... things unraveling, czar.
White House home... connections took Bush far.
Sees... just what he wants to see.
Those with the most... helped by Bush's team.

War time gloats and bomber planes...
A dunce now rules America.
Corporate crooks are back again...
A dunce nows rules America.

Home... where Bush threw our rights away.
In Iraq, our troops fight today.
Bush just lies up a storm...
Bush just lies up a storm.

Home... TV news is a big disgrace.
We're misled, told to keep our place.
Freedom's light losing form...
Freedom's light losing form...

(instrumental break)

It's now known around the world:
A dunce now rules America.
Hides behind our flag unfurled:
A dunce now rules America.

Right wing dreams this faker's dared.
A dunce now rules America.
Right wing dreams so well have fared.
A dunce now rules America.

He'll pay!
He'll pay!
He'll pay!
He'll pay!
He'll pay!
Our country used to be (he'll pay)...
A land of liberty (he'll pay)...
Now it's right wing (he'll pay)...
Now it's right wing (he'll pay)...

Dunce Who's Abusive
(Sung to the tune of "Dance To The Music" by Sly & The Family Stone)

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(Spoken:)
Go shut up... that dunce who's abusive.
Go shut up... that dunce who's abusive.

(rhythmic ad lid: boom, boom, chucka-boom, etc.)

Dunce who's abusive....
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...

There's no leader who's dumber.
His sheeple only need to bleat...

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Things got so bad because of this czar.
This fake is sleazy whom we'll defeat.

(instrumental break)

Strings pulled by Dad; Shrub has got 'em.
It's not by chance, Shrub can run and hide.

(instrumental break)

The press is the White House organ,
Bush shills are snide, really snide.

(instrumental break)

The Shrub likes to hear his hawks crowin'
Dubya on the throne, blecch!

(instrumental break)

Dubya and Cheney got a message; they're sayin':
"Go to hell! We'll rout!"

(instrumental break)

(rhythmic ad lid: boom, boom, chucka-boom, etc.)

Dunce who's abusive....
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Rove, You've Got To Hide Your Shrub Away
(Sung to the tune of "You've Got To Hide Your Love Away" by The Beatles)

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We can't stand Shrub's "command."
Earned disgrace; he must fall.
Want him gone - we'll cheer on healing (his recall)...

There's no where Bush can dare
Just show up and stay.
Bush can't see them laugh at him,
Nor hear them say:

Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...
Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...

Bush's lies, we despise.
Sold through right wing spin.
Hearing them, seeing them.
Fascist state, we're in.

"Stick to your script," said he,
Rove reminds today.
We must pound right wing clowns.
Let Bush hear you say:

Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...
Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...

(repeat refrain - instrumental ending)

Faker Jet Fighter
Satire about AWOL Dubya's cynical photo-op, posing as a jet fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier
(Sung to the tune of "Paperback Writer" by The Beatles)

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Faker jet figher (faker jet fighter)...

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Shrub's comin' at em, with his tail hook.
Let's give him jeers of spite; Bush is still a schnook.
The press will grovel to this man, in fear
Of his right wing mob.
But the world sees a faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter.

Mr. Smirk's fake glory on TV was planned.
Of the world, Dull Knife doesn't understand.
Dim Son is smirking: his regime's for sale.
It's a heady job, but the world sees
A faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter.

(instrumental break)

Pro-Bush crowds, Rove stages with his big spin crew.
They'll be fighting wars 'gainst the weakest, too.
War won't take much longer; makes the Bushies smile.
Dr. StrangeRove found that Bush ought to be
A faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter.
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...

Yes, they really love him on the looney Right.
Donors making millions from Bush, overnight.
World's trust, Bush spurned it; Bush will rule by fear.
But he's still a fake; he'll always be
A faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter...

Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter.

Law Of The Jungle
(Sung to the tune of "Run Through The Jungle" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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Whoa... world is now a nightmare;
Bush Cabal made true.
They told Bush, "Don't go talkin' slow...
Our war hound's on the loose."

Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Whoa... first attack, then see.

World was heard a-grumblin,'
Cursing Bush's name.
Through Bush, new global wars were goaded.
Dubya cries, "Take aim!"

Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Whoa... first attack, then see.

World rebukes are mountin'.
They know Shrub's a joke.
World knows the Shrub lacks wisdom.
Hid war plans with smoke.

Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Whoa... first attack, then see.

(instrumental fade)

The Most Hated Man Now In The World
(Sung to the tune of "The Most Beautiful Girl" by Charlie Rich)

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Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now in the world.
For what he did, he's still lying... lying.
Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now,
And his monarchy...
Selling more war, now...
Selling more greed, kills babies, so...
Can't you tell that, world loathes him?

The world's now in mourning:
They realized what Bush had done.
He stood alone; and Iraq got bombed.
He knew the cost, but had his fun.
Where's Saddam's head? It's the same old things,
That caused Bush headaches; what his warring brings:
Death from the strong; no weapons to see.
Bush wants the world run his way, for free, yeah...

Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now in the world.
For what he did, he's still lying... lying.
Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now,
And his monarchy...
Selling more war, now...
Selling more greed, kills babies, so...
Can't you tell that, world loathes him?

He just happens to be the most hated man now,
And his monarchy...
Selling more war, now...
Selling more greed, kills babies, so...
Can't you tell that, world loathes him?