Dubya and his administration unravels as they are unable to refute the testimony of former security official Richard Clarke, who blasts the Bushies for being obsessed with Iraq, while being negligent and unprepared against terrorism, leading to the September 11 attacks.

Richard Clarke, Shut Up
(Sung to the tune of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones)

As sung by a desperate Dubya Bush, about to lose his "wartime president" credential:

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Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!
Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!

He exposed my plot!
Bin Laden got off; Iraq war's a flop!
Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

My war's for oil, for gasoline.
I talked smooth; rode on my lean war machine...
Clarke, shut u-u-up!

Richard Clarke, shut up!
The war I started is now all I've got, I've got, I've got...
I can't compete...
With John Kerry, so I'll have to cheat.
Clarke has fu**ed things up!
I won't like to lose my winner's cup, winner's cup

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

I am irate!
Clarke rips my spleen.
It won't be easy;
Slime him, my mean machine.
Clarke, shut u-u-up!

Richard Clarke, shut up!
Don't stall my plot.
Why won't you ever, ever, ever stop?!
Never, never... shut him up!

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

I have been skinned; Clarke did the squeeze.
There were no traces of WMDs.
Clarke, shut u-u-up!
What'd he say, when will he ever stop, ever stop?!
Never stops, never stops!
Fu**ed me u-u-up...

Never stops, never stops, never stops!

My, my, my secrets blown sky high!
My, my, my secrets blown sky high!
My, my, my secrets blown sky high!

I, I hate that man, he's scum.
I, I hate that man, he's scum...

National Security Advisor Condi Rice refuses to testify under oath to the 9/11 commission, and keeps tripping over her own words trying to defend the Bush administration's pre-decision to blame the 9/11 attacks on Iraq instead of Al Qaida terrorists, as revealed by former counterterrorism official Richard Clarke

Condi
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)

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Who's speaking out all over the beltway,
Avoiding blame; not clearing the air?
Whose standing now is low from what Clarke showed?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

Who's ripped right now - does she deserve pity?
Piling are charges, stinging like bees.
Who sees no doubt in war Bush would foment?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

'Cause Condi's unsworn, she lies:
"Hijackers don't come from skies."
Ask Condi, how "things got by"
Dubya's dumb crowd? (Dubya's dumb crowd)

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'Cause Condi's unsworn, she lies:
"Hijackers don't come from skies."
Ask Condi, how "things got by"
Dubya's dumb crowd? (Dubya's dumb crowd)

Who's speaking out all over the beltway,
Avoiding blame; not clearing the air?
Whose standing now is low from what Clarke showed?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

Who's ripped right now - does she deserve pity?
Piling are charges, stinging like bees.
Who sees no doubt in war Bush would foment?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

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National Security Advisor Condoleeza Rice refuses to testify under oath to the bipartisan 9/11 Commission, but has plenty of time to appear on talk shows, while failing to refute the testimony of Richard Clarke

Nothing More That I Can Say
(Sung to the tune of "More Than I Can Say" by Leo Sayer)

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As sung by Condoleeza Rice:

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No, no, no way!
There's nothing more that I can say.
My past advice to Bush brought sorrow, so...
There's nothing more that I can say.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more that I can say.

I didn't know how things would go
When Clarke said he was gonna show
What he'd seen; we'll still deny:
Iraq War based on a lie.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more that I can say.

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I didn't know how things would go
When Clarke said he was gonna show
What he'd seen; we'll still deny:
Iraq War based on a lie.

No, no, no way!
There's nothing more that I can say.
My past advice to Bush brought sorrow, so...
There's nothing more that I can say.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more than I can say.

There's nothing more that I can say.
There's nothing more that I can say, so...
(More, I will not say)
There's nothing more that I can say.
(More, I will not say)...

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Oh, yeah?!

Dubya and his administration unvravels as they are unable to refute the testimony of former security official Richard Clarke, who blasts the Bushies for obsessed with Iraq, while being negligent and unprepared against terrorism, leading to the September 11 attacks

Go Away, Richard Clarke
(Sung to the tune of "Saturday In The Park" by Chicago)

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As sung by a desperate Dubya Bush, about to lose his "wartime president" credentials:

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Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!
Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!

War-enhancing, war-hawk staffing;
Our planned Iraq war dream.
Where did my pals go wrong?!
Clarke's words got played, night and all day:
"Neocons rigged it: Afghanistan.
And they'd been waitin' for a long time...
For bombs away..."

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Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!
Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!

Clarke's still talking, charges piling.
I plan staying still czar.
Stings us, one and all.
Folks say I estranged the world.
My plan's big, yes (big was my plan)
Clarke's revelations at the wrong time...
They still play...

Scandal horizons... darken my election day.
My press fans... still can... spin stories my own way.
This just kills me... Clarke, please get lost!
Clarke, please get lost!
Oh, no, no...

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What'd you say... Richard Clarke?
Go away, you're bleeding me dry!
What'd you say... Richard Clarke?
Go away, you're bleeding me dry!

Rove is screeching; scandal's touching;
A squeal from the nation:
Wanting my recall (wanting my recall)
Now I'm taunted, really taunted
Can Rove rig it? (yes, he can)
Clarke's revelations at the wrong time...
They still play...

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Throw Bush Out
(Sung to the tune of "Twist And Shout" by The Beatles)

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We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

We'll throw those jerks out (Throw those jerks out)
Yeah, they're all crooks; no good (Crooks - no good)
You know the Shrub needs mowing now (Shrub needs mowing)
Stop the Reverse Robin Hood (Reverse Robin Hood)

We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

You know he's dissed by the world (Dissed by the world)
Because he's dissed, he'll whine (Dissed, he'll whine)
A con artist and boaster, now (con artist, boaster).
Sheep think he's oh-so-divine (Oh-so-divine)

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We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

You know he's dissed by the world (Dissed by the world)
Because he's dissed, he'll whine (Dissed, he'll whine)
A con artist and boaster, now (con artist, boaster).
Sheep think he's oh-so-divine (Oh-so-divine)

We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...

Oust W.
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do" by Mouth and MacNeal)

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Dunce made head, all through a coup;
We all remember why.
As king, Bush blundered; yes, it's true.
The press just lets him lie.
There's less than one more year to go;
Get rid of W.
Let's start that revolution that
Spells end for Bush and crew...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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Dunce made head, all through a coup;
We all remember why.
As king, Bush blundered; yes, it's true.
The press just lets him lie.
There's less than one more year to go;
Get rid of W.
Let's start that revolution that
Spells end for Bush and crew...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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The Dummy Flopped
(Sung to the tune of "The Bunny Hop")

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Move the country forward.
Throw that Dubya out.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

Fascists run the nation;
His administration.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

The Bushes' time is done;
Father and Dim Son
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

Fascists run the nation;
His administration.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

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"His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane" - Prime Minister Jose Maria Aznar and his ruling Conservative Party successor are ousted from office by angry citizens for backing Bush's illegal war on Iraq, and for instigating a terrorist attack on Madrid. One down, two (Blair and Bush) to go!

Spanish Mayhem
(Sung to the tune of "Spanish Harlem" by Ben E. King)

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The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
The Socialists who won in Spain opposed Dim Son.
Bad news now comes out all too soon, now when Bush must run.
Fans of our czar now bleat; fears grow 'bout defeat;
Through oft-repeated scheming.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
Through lies, Iraq, Bush stole; bombs rained down, claiming souls.
He'd lose a fight if fair; and then he'd lose control.
His War On Terror hardened the neocon clique
Who chose to slaughter and impose, without pardon.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
Through lies, Iraq, Bush stole; bombs rained down, claiming souls.
He'd lose a fight if fair; and then he'd lose control.
His War On Terror hardened the neocon clique
Who chose to slaughter and impose, without pardon.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)
The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)
The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)

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Satire about outgoing Prime Minister Jose Maria Aznar of Spain, whose ruling Conservative Party was ousted by citizens outraged at his support of Bush's war on Iraq, which led to a terrorist attack on Madrid

His Reign In Spain
(Sung to the tune of "The Rain In Spain" from the Broadway musical, "My Fair Lady)

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His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

Now, once again, who lost his reign?
It's so plain! It's so plain!
Where's Aznar, down the drain?
In Spain! In Spain!

His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

Such harsh words, were heard, for damn sure!
There in Spain, it did happen!
'Cause W. is really dumb.

Now, once again, who lost his reign?
It's so plain! It's so plain!
Where's Aznar, down the drain?
In Spain! In Spain!

His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

B.S., Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "P.S. I Love You" by The Beatles)

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Hasn't gotten better...
Since his 2K coup.
September 11 war craze:
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!

Treachery and worse; war, hell for leather.
It's you we'll loathe forever.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

You'll be going home again; yes, you, Shrub.
Election Day, you, we'll drub.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

Hasn't gotten better...
Since his 2K coup.
September 11 war craze: B.S., Duh-Buh-You!

Treachery and worse; war, hell for leather.
It's you we'll loathe forever.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

You'll be going home again; yes, you, Shrub.
Election Day, you, we'll drub.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!
You we will boot!
We loathe you!
We loathe you!

End The Shrub's Big Show
(Sung to the tune of "And I Love You So" by Don McLean)

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End the Shrub's big show.
Good people, blast him now.
Take a solemn vow:
Expel him when you vote.

A mess made of our land;
John Ashcroft chases sin.
The right wing rants again.
These crazy kooks command.

Shrub's mess... we know...
More war and strife there'll be.
It's long past Halloween;
Still, Shrub's nightmare mess we see.
But we...won't let...
Bush repeat, vet his crown.
Vote him out quite proudly.

End the Shrub's big coup.
He brought theocracy.
Bush said we were too free.
Unhappy that we boo.

A crook for life, and thief.
A world enraged, not led.
Iraq: thousands dead.
Inept, Bush as chief.

Shrub's mess... we know...
More war and strife there'll be.
It's long past Halloween;
Still, Shrub's nightmare mess we see.
But we...won't let...
Bush repeat, vet his crown.
Vote him out quite proudly.

Throne Was Arranged
(Sung to the tune of "Home on the Range")

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As sung by King Shrub:

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Dad gave me my throne
The republic, I own.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

Throne, throne was arranged.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

Don't care; I'm the Fuhrer;
And protests, I won't see.
Oil I'll seize from Iraq through our fight.
I never will change;
'Cause my throne's been arranged.
Rule all of the world with my might.

Throne, throne was arranged.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

How I love my power;
Bein' the Man of the Hour.
Four more years I can get through my team.
The sheep in my flocks
Don't know I sold Fort Knox
To pay tax cuts, the billionaires' dream.

Throne, throne was arranged.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

He's Got A War On
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Woman" by Firefall)

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He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

He lied so much 'bout W.M.D.'s;
'Bout what Hussein would do.
And now the real truth's exposed to see:
Bush, he's exposed, a fool.

He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

Bush lied so much 'bout all his policies.
Sheep in wolf's clothes, he wears.
Used war to keep away the look-and-see.
He's always sneaky there, so...

He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

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Not hard to tell now that the Shrub is reelin'.
No substance, just style.
Lyin' today are his defenders, squealin'.
Our troops die and they pile... so...

He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

All apart... blew it all apart...

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The Bush Administration's year-round Christmas present to Big Business has been relaxed or stymied environmental enforcement against polluters

You Missed Us, So Don't Inspect Us
(Sung to the tune of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas")

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As sung by Big Business to the EPA:

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You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
It's an election year.

We're hiding from you,
Wherever youve been.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
It's an election year.

You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
It's an election year.

Bush brings us protective shielding,
Bush brings us protective shielding,
Bush brings us protective shielding,
So get out of here.

You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect

Unlike his father, George H.W. ("Poppy") Bush, who flew combat aircraft for the Navy in World War II, George Dubya Bush avoided the front lines during the Vietnam War by training to fly an obsolete aircraft in the Texas Air National Guard, and still went AWOL.

Poppy Served In the Navy, While Dubya Played Fly Boy
(Sung to the tune of "Mama, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" by Willie Nelson)

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Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
New Caesar of Rome rants, "We'll go it alone!"
Pissed off everyone, that Shrub.

Cowboy who's sleazy, that's Shrub; oil war fraud, he has sold.
And he'll never admit he was wrong to grab that black gold.
This czar just chuckles; 'cause he's jaded, he lies;
The right wing will have its way.
Most of the world can't stand him, and our troops die young.
Went AWOL; where did he stay?

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
New Caesar of Rome rants, "We'll go it alone!"
Pissed off everyone, that Shrub.

Fly Boy's a joke without war wounds.
His fear campaign's forming.
Friends of his Poppy: his cronies, the neocon right.
The world has been shown him; don't like him.
Mayhem he'd do, war crimes; don't know how to take him.
Though he's wrong, he's indifferent.
But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's bright.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
New Caesar of Rome rants, "We'll go it alone!"
Pissing off everyone is Shrub.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.