Satire about demagogue Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice Roy Moore, who was recently suspended by a judicial ethics panel for his refusal to obey a federal court order to remove his Ten Commandments stone monument from the Alabama Judicial Building rotunda for violating the First Amendment barring the establishment of religion.

Moore's Slabs Of Rock
(Sung to the tune of "I Am A Rock" by Simon & Garfunkel)

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(instrumental intro)

They took away...
His stone slabs of Ten Commandments.
Just hear Roy Moore's zealots moan.
Praising Bible scripture ain't a public show.
So the fed'ral court decreed those slabs must go.

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

Caterwauled...
Slab worship by the righties.
But logic will not penetrate.
Fed buildings aren't for worship;
Courts have made that plain.
The First Amendment, Moore chose to disdain.

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

Can't squawk enough...
Well, we've heard his words of war.
Moore's judgeship now a memory.
His stubborness a blunder;
Unyielding, he defied
All his colleagues;
Now Judge Roy Moore might be tried.

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

We have law books.
What his zealots keep forgetting:
That Moore's zeal gives him no ar-ar-mor.
His slabs got the broom.
Though Roy Moore may fume.
Not much was won, but he spun "victory."

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

He's got rocks in his brain;
Roy's unwise to advertise.

Satire about demagogue Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice Roy Moore, who was recently suspended by a judicial ethics panel for his refusal to obey a federal court order to remove his Ten Commandments stone monument from the Alabama Judicial Building rotunda for violating the First Amendment barring the establishment of religion.

Exodus of Roy Moore
(Sung to the tune of the theme from "Exodus" by Pat Boone)

As sung by Alabama Justice Roy Moore:

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(instrumental intro)

This slab... of mine... God gave this slab to me.
This slab... of Ten Commandments, see?
The fed'ral court has gone, and banned them; caused me pain.
I can't understand what they have done to me.

I made my stand, and now they're canning me.
I'll squawk at what they've planned for me.
Though I am just a man, my fans are by my side.
With their help, by God, I'll prove the court was wrong.

The slab no longer has a home.
I lost this fight; a fight to keep the slab of stone.
The fight to keep the slab of stone.
I will still try, by hand divine!

Headed For A Fight
(Sung to the tune of "Couldn't Get It Right" by Climax Blues Band)

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(instrumental intro)

Times were shifting; big drops in Bush's polls.
Dub-ya hid in Crawford, made his getaway.
Helpless feeling; bleeding, full of holes.
His regime is lurching, there's a debt to pay.

They're enraptured, thinking he's divine,
All the looneys of the Right.
But they couldn't see the blight.
But they couldn't see the bli-i-ight.
Bush kept on looking for a way
To fake until Election Night.
He's headed for a fi-ight.
He's headed for a fight.

More war fever... makes them feel all right.
Bush's "Holy Writ" - they think it's "destiny."
Quagmire-bound, so deep; they've run aground.
Stuck inside Iraq, but they refuse to see.

They're enraptured, thinking he's divine,
All the looneys of the Right.
But they couldn't see the blight.
But they couldn't see the bli-i-ight.
Bush kept on looking for a way
To fake until Election Night.
He's headed for a fi-ight.
He's headed for a fight.

(instrumental break)

New York City... got hit; Shrub did hide.
Many thousands died, planes caused fatality.
Bush was branded: coward deep inside;
Ran for cover to discount reality.

They're enraptured, thinking he's divine,
All the looneys of the Right.
But they couldn't see the blight.
But they couldn't see the bli-i-ight.
Bush kept on looking for a way
To fake until Election Night.
He's headed for a fi-ight.
He's headed for a fight.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Aggrieve: To distress; afflict; to inflict an injury or injuries on.

Won't Stop Aggrieving
(Sung to the tune of "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey)

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(instrumental intro)

Through the bombs Bush hurled,
Wants to rule the whole wide world.
With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.

He's Bush Daddy's boy.
Born and raised to steal, destroy.
With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.

(instrumental break)

Bush brings Iraq a smokey doom;
A hell you'll find, a heap of tombs.
In a while, will ensnare the Right;
War goes on and on and on and on...

Dangers... waiting...
Troops shot down while standing guard.
For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...

Street fights... people...
Shooting anything in motion.
Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.

(instrumental break)

Working hard to further kill;
Dubya just wants his thrill.
Sayin' anything, against advice,
Commits war crime.

"We will win, they will lose!"
Bush says (doesn't hear the boos).
War quagmire never ends,
War goes on and on and on and on...

Dangers... waiting...
Troops shot down while standing guard.
For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...

Street fights... people...
Shooting anything in motion.
Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.

(instrumental break)

Won't stop... aggrieving.
War for oil stealing.
Far Right... neocons... want a fight...

Won't stop... aggrieving.
War for oil stealing.
Far Right... neocons... want a fight...

(repeat final verse and fade)

Won't Stop Deceiving
(Sung to the tune of "Don't Stop Believing" by Olivia Newton-John)

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You think the world should see things your way.
Shrub, we loathe you.
Crooks rob our fortunes while you play.
Shrub, you're in a bind:
Screwed everything you've tried before.
Your lies... led to your Iraq War.

Election Day's soon - no one will want to know you.
'Cause all your plots keep... falling, or run aground.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
You'll just li-i-i-i-ie.
Mad daze, mad daze; you're drunk, but dry.

(instrumental break)

You chased your right wing dreams; they blind you.
Shrub, we know you.
Your cronies' greed sated through you.
Shrub, we know you'll fail.
You'll only see more foul-ups and mistakes.
You'll pray... Dick Cheney's heart won't quake.

Election Day's soon - no one will want to know you.
'Cause all your plots keep... falling, or run aground.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
You'll just li-i-i-i-ie.
Mad daze, mad daze; you're drunk but dry.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Shrub Caused Sickening Slaughter
(Sung to the tune of "(Love Is) Thicker Than Water" by Andy Gibb)

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Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

Flay his kind... they only offer more violent fights.
Connive like crazy, without end.
All to achieve their paradise.
Shrub's their deceiver.
'Cause they need more war to feed their coup;
Oil, what they're killing for.

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

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Our troops fought... then they find out Bush don't care at all.
He'll leave they dying, in the end.
Blundering through Iraq, he'll go.
Shrub's a deceiver.
'Cause he needs more war to feed his coup.
Oil, he's not paying for.

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

(instrumental fade)

The Stupid One
(Sung to the tune of "Seventh Son" by Johnny Rivers)

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Everybody's talking' 'bout Bush Daddy's son.
To the whole wide world, he's the Stupid One.

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

Shrub has wrecked our future; press gives him a pass.
He has done things we rue for Big Oil and Gas:
Polluted skies, more acid rain.
Tell the First Moron he's also insane.

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead,
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

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Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead.
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead.
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

(fade)

We Loathe War Bluster From This Czar
Dubya's "accomplishments" in his three year reign of error: 2 millions jobs lost, recession, 9/11, Iraq quagmire, international condemnation
(Sung to the tune of "Just The Way You Are" by Billy Joel)

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Shrub's estranging... allies, it's easy.
He never will back down from war... hmmm...
Just imagine... he's now the killer
Of thousands in Iraq, and more.

And... it was he who... brought times of trouble.
We never thought he'd go this far... hmmm...
He took our good times, created bad times.
We loathe war bluster from this czar.

(brief instrumental break)

Shrub goes lying... truth, he's slashin'
Deranged are his foreign affairs... hmmm...
He always will lie... in token fashion.
What people think - he doesn't care.

Now... he wants terror... legislation.
Do what he wants (he'll play that card)... hmmm...
And he wants no one... to stop the Bush coup.
He'll taunt; war bluster from this czar...

(brief instrumental break)

His greedy cronies know he'll always see
The same way; Dim Son and his crew.
Shrub's still a fake, and unbelieveably...
He'll say more lies, deceiving you.

Get rid of W... go pull the lever,
And vote to promise a new start... hmmm...
Go vote out W... for someone better.
We loathe war bluster from this czar...

(instrumental ending)

Satire inspired by Elaine Cassel's essay about Attorney General John Ashcroft's attempt to drum up falling public support for the unpopular PATRIOT Act, which has been condemned via resolutions by several states and over 100 U.S. cities

Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show
(Sung to the tune of "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show" by Neil Diamond)

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(instrumental intro)

This... law's not right, 'cause it's been voted down;
Many states, many towns; it got beat.
John... hit the road, in support of the crown,
Went around, gettin' bad, hostile heat.
Has a bad intent; hates if we're "too free."
"Suspect hostile groups" - he deems you and me.

It's Ash... croft,
Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show.
Back up Bush Baby; be loyal, or maybe
If you oppose, Big Brother knows.
Brother John's Show...

(brief instrumental break)

Soon... John Ashcroft will shill:
"No, we are not done yet
With the terrorist threat; things look dim."
Prizes control, but he can't make his case
Selling fear to replace our own whim.
Ashcroft's got to go!
Let's do what it takes.
Vote Bush out and show
PATRIOT mistakes.

It's Ash... croft,
Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show.
Back up Bush Baby; be loyal, or maybe
If you oppose, Big Brother knows.
Brother John's Show...

(chorus sings refrain over spoken sermon:)
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...

Save this land of ours.
Talk down Bush today.
Let it start to grow.
Send Ashcroft away.

Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly!

It's Ash... croft, Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show.
Back up Bush Baby; be loyal, or maybe
If you oppose, Big Brother knows.
Brother John's Show...

(repeat chorus and fade)

Find Blame
(Sung to the tune of "Mind Games" by John Lennon)

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He's trying to find blame... on others.
Bush and his handlers... hide misdeeds.
Bush has the mind of... a killer.
Ranting his mantra: "I rule Earth!"
Neocons braying to find blame... on others.
While stealin' Iraq crude, more arms for sale.
Bush has the mind of... a killer.
Death toll is tragic; arms searches had failed.

Shrub is not the answer,
And you know that for sure.
Shrub clings to power.
He'll never let it...
He'll never let it go.

He keeps on trying to find blame... on others.
Unsafe, our future... war is his now.
We must defeat Bush's kind... of killers:
Absolute power, with a stone for a mind.
What he's saying: he'll find blame... on others.
Protecting his image... a race against time.

Shrub is not the answer,
And you know that for sure.
Shrub clings to power.
He'll never let it...
He'll never let it go.

Bush keeps on trying to find blame... on others.
Lying's the ritual dance... of Dim Son.
Killing Iraqi guerillas...
Keeping the sole power; that's the Iraq deal.
Keeps on trying to find blame... forever.
Razing the spirit of peace and love.

"I want to," says Shrub, "Make war."
I know you've heard it before...

The Terminator
Satire about Republican candidate for Governor of California, Arnold Schwarzenegger
(Sung to the tune of "My Generation" by The Who)

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(instrumental intro)

Arnold has come back to t-town.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
G.O.P. brought Davis down.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
Things they did looked awful c-cold.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Their right wing lies are just what they sold.
(Now they want The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Their Enron scam got away.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Power shortage rigged to extort p-p-ay.
(Now they want The Terminator)
We see through Arnold's flaws - he's no debater.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
So quit gawkin' 'bout The Terminator.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Their Enron scam got away.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Power shortage rigged to extort p-p-ay.
(Now they want The Terminator)
We see through Arnold's flaws - he's no debater.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
So quit gawkin' 'bout The Terminator.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Arnold's coming back to t-town.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
G.O.P. brought Davis down.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
Things they did looked awful c-cold.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Their right wing lies are just what they sold.
(Now they want The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Quagmire
(Sung to the tune of "Rag Doll" by The Four Seasons)

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(instrumental intro)

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

(Family crown) When Shrub was just a kid,
He chose the family crown.
(Family crown) He became emperor;
His oil war drags us down.
It's his... quagmire...
Dubya's... quagmire.
Iraq is the place where his mess lost face.

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

(Bad quagmire) Deranged, his land grab was a planned stab; Iraq crude.
(Iraq crude) Now don't forget he caused a war 'cause of Dad's feud.
It's a... quagmire, such a... quagmire.
So the Shrub must go, we must let him know.

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
We loathe his bluster as the czar.

Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh....
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh....

(instrumental fade)

Puppet Who Is King
(Sung to the tune of "Puppet On A String" by Elvis Presley)

As sung by Dubya to Karl Rove & Condi Rice:

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(instrumental intro)

Every time, for policy,
I need help from you for me.
I've become the puppet who is king.
You can do 'most anything to me.

There's too much to understand.
But your wish is my command.
I've become the puppet who is king.
You can do 'most anything through me.

Right wing really loves me.
You can be my mind.
My handlers, you can't do enough,
Because I'm flying blind.

Fake my part, and laissez-faire.
Cronies pleased through loving care.
For I'm just their puppet who is king.
They can do 'most anything through me.

Cronies really love me,
Because they are my kind.
My handlers, you can't do enough,
Because I'm flying blind.

Fake my part, and laissez-faire.
Cronies pleased through loving care.
For I'm just their puppet who is king.
They can do 'most anything through me.
They can do 'most anything through me.

The Groper
Satire about Arnold Schwarzenegger, California GOP candidate for Governor, who is known to have groped female actresses and talk show hosts
(Sung to the tune of "The Joker" by The Steve Miller Band)

As sung by Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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(instrumental intro)

"The Villain" cast me as dumb cowboy, ja.
Some say I'm "too anxious to love."
Sometimes I played police.
That was neat - it's the power that I love.

Chicks will talk and say I'm shady.
Say I'm doin' them wrong, doin' them wrong.
Hasta la vista, baby! No hurry...
My wife's right here, right here, right here, right here at home.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

Woo-oo-oo-oo... Woo-oo-oo-oo...

(A pretty woman catches Arnold's eye)

She's the cutest thing that I ever did see.
If she stays in my reaches, she'll have sex with me.
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time.
This she-baby, I'm sure to show her a good time.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

Chicks will talk and say I'm shady.
Say I've done them wrong, done them wrong.
Hasta la vista, baby! No hurry...
My wife's right here at home.

She's the cutest thing that I ever did see.
If she stays in my reaches, she'll have sex with me.
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time.
This she-baby, I'm sure to show her a good time.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

(repeat chorus and fade)

I'll Be Gov, Bush Wishes
(Sung to the tune of "I'll Be Home For Christmas" by Bing Crosby)

As sung by Republican gubernatorial candidate Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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(instrumental intro)

I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
Rove has planned, you'll see:
TV shows, talk hosts I chose.
While peasants fawn for me.

Davis leaving, finally.
Victim of our schemes.
I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
The Golden State, his dreams.

(instrumental break)

I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
Rove has planned, you'll see:
TV shows, talk hosts I chose.
While peasants fawn for me.

Davis leaving, finally.
Victim of our schemes.
I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
The Golden State, his dreams.

Oh, Arnold
(Sung to the tune of "Oh, Carol" by Neil Sedaka)

As sung by California Republican fat cats to their gubernatorial candidate, Arnold Schwarzenegger

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Oh, Arnold! We want you to rule.
G.O.P. knows you... on the screen look cool.

Your party... now wants you to try
To replace Davis, as your party's guy.

California state is like no other; if you win, we'll crow.
It won't be easy; too much you don't know.

You can win as gov'nor, that's the sweet part.
We'll tell you what to do.
So, Arnold... please help out W.

(instrumental break)

California state is like no other; if you win, we'll crow.
It won't be easy; too much you don't know.

You can win as gov'nor, that's the sweet part.
We'll tell you what to do.
So, Arnold... please help out W.

Schwarzenegger
(Sung to the tune of "Operator" by Jim Croce)

As sung by California Republican fat cats to Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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(instrumental intro)

Schwarzenegger.... oh, could you help with this recall?
Your poll numbers are unmatched against poor Gray Davis.
Start your campaign today - we can take this state away.
Your name and face are known well; that's why we say this.

Dub-ya wants this state under his control,
So don't forget all that.
If you win as Gov'nor, we are behind it.
This state recall's just what we had in mind,
So don't go... and run your own side show.
Just take directions well.
So Rove will script your words,
'Cause you can't win yourself.
We're the power that's real.
Don't back out - let's make a deal.

(instrumental break)

Schwarzenegger... oh, can you help with this recall?
'Cause we need the numbers of this state greatly.
We want to fantasize... that we will capture this state in time.
If California's lost, Bush will lose his safety.

Dub-ya wants this state under his control,
So don't forget all that.
If you win as Gov'nor, we are behind it.
This state recall's just what we had in mind,
So don't go... and run your own side show.
Just take directions well.
So Rove will script your words,
Cause you can't win yourself.
We're the power that's real.
Don't back out - let's make a deal.

Go, go, go, go! Let's now make a deal.

Schwarzenegger... we've hedged our bets on this recall.
And we don't care what scandals you'll have to walk through.
We'll thank you in time.
Be a good soldier, and you'll find
You'll just be our mime.

Dub-ya wants this state under his control,
So don't forget all that.
If you win as Gov'nor, we are behind it.
This state recall's just what we had in mind,
So don't go... and run your own side show.
Just take directions well.
So Rove will script your words,
Cause you can't win yourself.
We're the power that's real.
Don't back out - let's make a deal.

(instrumental ending)

Bush Lies 'Bout Yellow Cake Sold
Yellow cake refers to the uranium ore falsely claimed by the Bush Administration to have been sold by Niger to Iraq, and used as evidence to start a war
(Sung to the tune of "Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush polls come tumblin' down.
Exposed: his lies, so grand.
Wanted Iraq to disarm.
He should have listened to his old man.

He knows he can't cover his error.
His CIA now abused.
It's not too pleasant for his neocons gropin'.
Bush Boy looks dumb, and he's singing... the blu-u-ues...
Ah.... Ah...

'Cause Bush lies 'bout yellow cake sold.
Now he's flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
"I want Iraq war won now!"
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger's asking Bush to apologize
For lies 'bout yellow cake so-o-old...
Ah.... Ah...

What does Bush think he'll do then?
He's gettin' shot down, it's plain.
He'll chug down a couple of vodka and tonics
To numb his poor brain again.

Sack Bush and get a replacement,
His petty regime runs aground.
Morals? Do Bushies have any?
Shilling for nitwits like Shrub, who's unsou-ou-ound.
Ah... Ah...

'Cause Bush lies 'bout yellow cake sold.
Now he's flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
"I want Iraq war won now!"
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger's asking Bush to apologize
For lies 'bout yellow cake so-o-old...
Ah.... Ah...

Lied 'Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)

As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:

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Polls suck at home; I'm bidin' time.
Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine.
But if things don't get better, selling new wars sets me free.
Though I don't know what to do, neocons want me.
Neocons want me.

I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.

"Conniver!" world screamed at me.
But I really couldn't care, 'cause I don't see.
Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key.
A lie 'bout yellow cake uranium got war for me.
My war, I sold with ease...

I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.

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Now the whole damned world is jeering...
'Cause they don't believe in me...
My lie 'bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me.
They're dumb at home...

Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...

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Right Wing Wants To Reign In All Of California
(Sung to the tune of "It Never Rains In Southern California" by Albert Hammond)

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Jumped aboard the gravy train since 9/11;
Right Wing thinks that war will hide what they now do:
Enron scams, Homeland "Security,"
Big tax breaks for cronies,
Bush coup... isn't through.

Right wing wants to reign in all of... California.
They will soften words to hide their talk of war.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall... Gray's recall.

Right wing jerks, to come out ahead,
Refuse to respect what voters said.
Davis unloved, and Issa's bread,
Contest the state throne.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall... Gray's recall.

Bush can tell through polls at home
His star has faded.
His coffers now still grow, but feels the ache.
He lost California soundly,
Lost California soundly.
State he must take...
State he must take...

Right wing wants to reign in all of... California.
They will soften words to hide their talk of war.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall... Gray's recall.

Don't Let Dim Son Practice Lying
(Sung to the tune of "Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying" by Gerry & The Pacemakers)

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Don't let Dim Son practice lying.
The Right's big crimes fell on deaf ears.
Iraq has been broken through might.
But tomorrow, there's more war to fight.
Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

For right wing, battles have appeared.
Now they're opposed, seen as wierd.
World warring brings them joy;
Rule the world through Bush Boy.
Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

We know that Shrub's lying is a bad thing.
Won't stop troops dying, what his words bring.

Dubya-M-D's undiscovered.
Iraq oil theft, reasons covered.
Let's not forget that Shrub's to blame,
Bloodletting, his way, is his aim.
Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

Far Right, She's Mean
Dedicated to looney right wing columnist Ann Coulter
(Sung to the tune of "Good Night, Irene" by The Weavers)

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Ann Coulter's books are sordid.
She rants and toots her own horn.
To sow discord, an obscene disgrace.
We're sorry she'd ever been born.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

Disgrace, Ann is to our country.
Bush shill who props up his crown.
Causing right wing com-mo-o-tion,
A chump chicken-livered clown.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

We loathe Miss Mean, and all she'll do.
Loathe her 'cause her sleaze gets by.
'Cause Miss Mean learned to attack only
Those who won't fight back her lies.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

Dissembling, she's resembling:
Twit, brayin' out loud, for spite.
She moan 'bout no love and family.
Denounce her and the Far Right.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.