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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shrub's keeping... Far Right neocons' oil war wet dream.
Chaos since Iraq's break-up; patrol things for oil-hocking; all in vain.
Their war plan was insane; they held a gun to Iraq's head.
And fling bombs; thousands dead; U.N. doubts the words Bush said.
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)

World's mourning... bombed folks and oil-stealing.
Shrub didn't know how to deal with... the U.N.; he decided for himself,
He'd go to war himself, and stop all talk about it.
And didn't he go about it? Didn't balk, he wants "ka-boom."
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)

War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.

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War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.

Too easy? The neocons said, "Don't worry."
Their oil war makes them happy.
Go vote and say, "Hey, go away! Don't kill!"
Don't keep your voices still.
So don't just play around, boot W.
Bush can't think; let's make him face... his disaster; lose his race.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

'Tis the season - tease their folly!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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