Divine Right of Kings
(Sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things" by Julie Andrews - from the musical, "The Sound of Music")

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(instrumental intro)

Prisoners posed in the nude, some were bitten
By guard dogs; torture excuses were written.
Law paper packages whitewashed these things.
That's Bush's view: the divine right of kings.

Reasons were phony; Iraq War is brutal.
Bombshells give Bush hell; now his spin is futile.
Piled, Bush lies that corrupt press still sings.
That's Bush's view: the divine right of kings.

World hates his messes, it's law that Bush trashes.
So fakes like Bush "stay the course" 'til he crashes.
Killing while spinners say "he did great things."
That's Bush's view: the divine right of kings.

Iraq dog fights... are what he brings
Now he's reeling bad.
Go vote in November and throw out this king.
King Shrub, let's repeal... he's mad.

(instrumental break - repeat verses)

Why Can't I Be Führer?
(Sung to the tune of "How Can I Be Sure?" by The Rascals)

As sung by Dubya:

(instrumental intro)

Why can't I be Führer?
Oil world needs constant arranging.
Why can't I be Führer...
To command this coup?

Through power, I....
Through power, I am gonna stay to screw.
I'm gonna lie...
'Cause I don't know what the hay to do.

What do I know? Neo-cons all tried to use me.
Trying too hard can confuse me.
Vote for me; don't take my crown.

Through power, I....
Through power, I am gonna say to you:
My alibi... for killin' people: to get terr'ists' clues.

Maybe I'm just running aground,
Through my f**k-ups; my head pounds.
It's so sh*tty.
I'm ranting because I'm called Dumb One.
My committee still loves W.

Why can't I be Führer?
I'll really, really, really run the sho-o-ow.
I'll really, really, really run the sho-o-ow...

(instrumental break)

Hell for leather...
War we have got; stick together.
Together, hopes things will get better.
It's W., W. forever.
No limits; I won't be bound.

Why can't I be Führer?
Oil world needs constant arranging.
Why can't I be Führer...
To command this coup...

I'll Deny Torture
(Sung to the tune of "How Can I Be Sure?" by The Rascals)
Satire based upon news reports leaked secret memos written in 2002 by White House lawyers that looked for excuses to ignore the Geneva Conventions and international law in order to avoid prosecution for war crimes and allow President Bush to do whatever he wants, including the condoning of torture around the world in his gulag of secret prisons

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As sung by Dubya Bush to Don Rumsfeld:

I'll deny torture...
'Round the world, with terrorists ranging.
I'll deny torture...
This whole damned issue!

Whatever I.... whatever I am gonna say to you...
Just let 'em die...
Strike 'em blows and make 'em say to you:

"I'm al-Qaida; will you stop tryin' to abuse me?"
Lyin' and prayin' will excuse me.
Abu Ghraib won't take me down.

Whatever I... whatever I am gonna say to you...
My alibi... is tellin' people "what bad apples do."
This Iraq mess... hanging around.
All these f**k-ups; polls slide down; it's so sh*tty.
I'm cast in this world as the Dumb One,
Not as Emperor of All, W.

I'll deny torture...
Can't really, really, really let 'em kno-o-ow.
Can't really, really, really let 'em kno-o-ow.

(instrumental break)

Hell for leather; war we have got, both together.
Together, hope things get much better.
It's W., W forever.
You know where Dick can be found?

I'll deny torture...
'Round the world, with terrorists ranging.
I'll deny torture...
This whole damned issue!

The Torturing One
(Sung to the tune of "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)
Satire based upon news reports leaked secret memos written in 2002 by White House lawyers that looked for excuses to ignore the Geneva Conventions and international law in order to avoid prosecution for war crimes and allow President Bush to do whatever he wants, including the condoning of torture around the world in his gulag of secret prisons

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(instrumental intro)

Prisoner porn, made just as a "gag."
Grunts said *M.I. made them do.
But their commands came straight from the Chief.
Press points the scandal at W.

(Bush sings:)
"It ain't me! It ain't me! I ain't to blame for what's done... done!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!"

Prisoner porn, condoned by command.
Guards couldn't help themselves, no.
All these attacks planned, "evening the score."
War's gone lousy; looks like Rummy failed, yes...

(Bush sings:)
"It ain't me! It ain't me! I ain't to blame for what's done... done!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!"

(instrumental break)

The press won't parrot Czar's addled lies
'Bout what we're fightin' for, for...
But do not ask him, "Why shouldn't Iraq live?"
'Cause his only answer's "War! War! War! War!

"It ain't me! It ain't me! It's what the military's done... done!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!"

(repeat final line of refrain and fade)

[*M.I. = Military Intelligence]

Parody originally posted on March 9, 2003 - re-posted with new MIDI music - added 6/24/04, sent in from Australia by Denis (Thanks!)

War On Hussein
(Sung to the tune of "Morning Train (Nine To Five)" by Sheena Easton)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush makes up brand new warnings:
"I'm gonna go ahead.
A brand new day is dawnin' -
Saddam is all but dead."
Wants war to last forever, and no one to ask why.
Can't get his sh*t together; it's all Bush can try...

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

Bush thinks he's in a movie.
He's making cowboy taunts:
"No, France! I'll get what I want!
With me or against me - we will fight.
If you are against me, time to say good night..."

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

"He's crazed!" the world thinks of him; they protest him constantly.
The warhawk madness in him is rank lunacy.
Bush wants to off Hussein; he's heading for... a fight.
Squawks all day... to have his way, thinks only he is right...

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Satire about the Bush's infamous prison torture scandals at Abu Ghraib in Iraq and secret detention centers around the world

Got Caught At Torture (They All Spun)
(Sung to the tune of "I Broke The Law (And The Law Won) by The Bobby Fuller Four)

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(instrumental intro)

Trapped in a box is the Dim Son.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

Rush thought was funny, "those guards had fun."
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

We blame Bush Baby, Iraq war's gone bad.
Scandal disgraced his run.
Well, he's the worst pRez we've ever had.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

Tortured people for what crimes? None.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

Dismiss Bush Baby's mob - every one.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

We blame Bush Baby, Iraq war's gone bad.
Scandal disgraced his run.
Well, he's the worst pRez we've ever had.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental ending)

Satire about Ahmad Chalabi, who had conned Bush and the neo-cons about the supposed cakewalk invasion of Iraq

Bush Got Yanked By A. Chalabi
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" by James Cagney)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush got yanked by A. Chalabi
So in Iraq, our troops still die.
The neo-cons gambled when they sold their scam.
Attacked Iraq; lied 'bout why.

Chalabi thanks neo-con sweethearts.
Now he's cranky; the Bush Boy.
Bush's fools are in high dudgeon,
Propping up the phony.
Quagmire; cranky, the Bush Boy.

(repeat verses)

Shrub's Still Walking Down His Failed Road
(Sung to the tune of "I've Been Working On the Railroad")

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Shrub's still walking down his failed road
To Election Day.
Shrub's still walking down his failed road.
For his vast war crimes, he'll pay.

What are whistleblowers showing?
Crimes in Iraq: prisoner porn.
What has Bush's handlers pouting?
Signs of voter scorn.

Signs of voter scorn, signs of voter scorn.
Signs of voter showing scor-or-orn,
Signs of voter scorn, signs of voter scorn.
Signs of voter showing scorn.

Underlings keep snitchin' on Dubya.
Underlings keep snitchin' to sho-o-o-ow.
Underlings keep snitchin' on Dubya...
Bums like Dubya Bush must go.

De-fy... Dubya, and show.
De-fy... Dubya, and sho-o-o-ow...
De-fy... Dubya, and show...
Bums like Dubya Bush must go.

(repeat verses)

The real historical record of the late President Ronald Raygun is obscured by non-stop fawning tributes from the media shills: hundreds of thousands of civilians killed in wars by right wing proxies that his administration supported, rollback of environmental programs, arming of Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, arms for hostages deal with Iran to illegally fund the Contras, record budget deficits, etc.

He Was No Saint
(Sung to the tune of "When The Saints Go Marching In")

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(instrumental intro)

He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

The press now trumpets... his funeral show.
The press now trumpets... his funeral show.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

Favored the rich; but screwed the poor.
Favored the rich, but screwed the poor.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

And while he slept, his cronies robbed.
And while he slept, his cronies robbed
The S & L's; just read the numbers.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

Supported thugs; right wing regimes.
Supported thugs; right wing regimes.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

He traded arms; he armed Saddam.
He traded arms; he armed Saddam.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

He tried to gut... the EPA.
He tried to gut the EPA.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

People with AIDS, he just let die.
People with AIDS, he just let die.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

No, we don't want... him on the dime.
Nor on Mount Rushmore any time.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.

Satire about the influence of the Religious Right on the Bush Administration's policies, including the looney cult who fervent believes in imminent Armageddon in the Middle East and in Bush's resultant recklessly inept foreign policy

Right Wing Cult Wants The End of the World
(Sung to the tune of "End of the World" by Skeeter Davis)

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(instrumental intro)

Why might Dim Son be resigning?
Why did G.B. rush to war?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world;
And it's through Shrub, whom they adore.

Why to Shrub's words are they clinging?
Why does this czar please this club?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.

Bush f**cked up, despite warnings, through his blunders.
Bush will not take the blame, "just because..."
Screwed up what he planned;
Bush screwed up what he planned.
His mind is only full of fuzz.

Why does Bush smart from press beating?
Why don't his lies get him by?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.

(instrumental break)

Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.

BUSHNOCCHIO

The real historical record of the late President Ronald Raygun is obscured by non-stop fawning tributes from the media shills: hundreds of thousands of civilians killed in wars by right wing proxies that his administration supported, rollback of environmental programs, arming of Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, arms for hostages deal with Iran to illegally fund the Contras, record budget deficits, etc.

Press Shills Now Fawn
(Sung to the tune of "Delta Dawn" by Helen Reddy)

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Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.

Bush 41 was his Vice, now we've got Bush Baby.
Many folks 'round the world said Raygun's crazy.
'Cause of what went down: arms for hostages to Iran.
Cooked up wars with mysterious dark-hid plans.

In his younger days, the press would bow and fawn.
Hidden were wars, reasons that he based lies on.
Was a man who'd always see "good's on his side."
Big Business would just take us for a ride.

Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.

Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.

Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.

Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Satire about the Bush Administration's Abu Ghraib prison torture scandal, which keeps growing worse and worse - news reports now indicate systemic orders from the top sanctioned these practices in U.S. military prisions worldwide.

Torture
(Sung to the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel)

(instrumental intro)

We now have learned, in prison cells:
Torture!
In Abu Ghraib (God knows where else):
Torture!
Rumsfeld and Bush went too far, 'cause they could.
They both are scum, a disgrace.
War's made Bush the King unreal.
With loaded guns in the face: detainees must deal with torture.

(instrumental riff)

Rumsfeld and Dubya are annoyed:
Torture!
The scandal they cannot avoid:
Torture!
Arrogant law... stance... for the Bush crusade.
Steve Cambone and Douglas Feith; Al Gonzalez's advice;
Left death and scars in that place.
Contractors lawless - scandal - torture!

(instrumental riff)

Higher-ups, a disgraceful show.
Strike 1, strike 2; what did Bush know?
Snuffed out life; like cattle, they scream.
Abuse discreet, by Bush's team.
Torture! Torture!

Can't ask for help; Bush won't atone.
Torture!
Bush gives no answers on his own.
Torture!
Rush Limbaugh had some comic rationale.
Just how bizzare is his mind?
There's no doubt whom the blame is on.
Just ask where to look; it's inside of the halls of power.
Torture!

(instrumental riff)

All this strife on Time Magazine; world reads it too.
It's so obscene.
Pressure!
Rush Limbaugh had some comic rationale.
Steve Cambone and Douglas Feith; Al Gonzalez's advice;
Left death and scars in that place.
Contractors lawless - scandal - torture!

We don't need war!
Torture!

Satire about the Bush-created gulag in Guantanamo Bay, better known as "Gitmo" where "enemy combatants" have been detained indefinitely and tortured without charge or legal representation.

Gitmo Pit
(Sung to the tune of "Cisco Kid" by War)

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(instrumental intro)

Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Torture risky; Bush commits war crime.
Torture risky; Bush commits war crime.

Struck down rule of law throughout our land.
Struck down rule of law throughout our land.
Bush exalted; wingnuts in command.
Bush exalted; wingnuts in command.

Outlaws rule from pinheads on High Court.
Outlaws rule from pinheads on High Court.
Gitmo torture: stain Bush won't report.
Gitmo torture: stain Bush won't report.

A...bu... Ghraib... cruel... cruel... cruel...

Rumsfeld was upset; torture pics were real.
Rumsfeld was upset; torture pics were real.
Ashcroft's lingo: "no right to appeal."
Ashcroft's lingo: "no right to appeal."

Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: the length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.

(repeat final refrain and fade)

Are you sick of the nauseating, fawning media tributes to the late Saint Ronald Raygun? You should read The Clothes Have No Emperor, a book written in 1989 by Paul Slansky. A quote from the introduction by the author:

"... [I was] an observer whose very sanity was threatened by the ease with which illusion - an actor is playing the President! was embraced as reality. I did not find the President's ignorance charming. I was unwarmed by his genial head-waggling, unreassured by his stern frowns of manly purpose, uncheered by his hearty waves as he stolled to and from his limos and choppers and jets. His smooth purr did not soothe me. His nostalgic fables about an American that never was did not inspire me. And his canned one-liners, perversely celebrated as "wit" (If I'd gotten a hand like that in Hollywood, I never would have left") definitely did not amuse me."

The final paragraph of the introduction discussed the possibility of then-Vice President Dan Quayle being a future president. It applies to Dubya, for sure:

"... Do not assume that this lightweight can never be elected to the White House. Back in the '60s, we knew the very notion of "President Reagan" was preposterous."

(click on image below to read more about this book)

The Republican Gang of Four

http://www.newtopiamagazine.net/content/issue17/oped/gang.php

"...These spawn of the Reagan Revolution--Rush Limbaugh, Newt Gingrich, Jerry Falwell and Henry Hyde--have introduced a new level of meanness into America's domestic and international politics. America's claim to being a civilized nation is now very much in question."

(Click link above or photo below to read the full article)

Now that his idol, Saint Ronald Raygun, is gone, fellow war criminal and amiable dunce "leader" Dubya Bush is milking the fawning media tributes to bolster his re-selection hopes.

Bush Tries To Be Raygun
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

Ron Raygun now is gone - what gives?
Right Wing now promises
Their tongues will cluck, 'cause he's gone away.
Saint Ronnie Raygun...

George Dubya, Dim Son, can't fly.
War is the road he'll choose.
Like Raygun's hawks, Bush will burn and bomb.
Bush tries to be Raygun...

Blaring his lies 'bout "what they'll do to us."
Bush has designs; he wants to stay.
This right wing ogre is not new to us.
Smirking, unclever, Reagan's way.
Unclever...

Two presidents so dumb, so vile...
So many lives made dead.
Pushed wars in space while huge debts now grow.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.

Blaring his lies 'bout "what they'll do to us."
Bush has designs; he wants to stay.
This right wing ogre is not new to us.
Smirking, unclever, Reagan's way.
Unclever...

Two presidents so dumb, so vile...
So many lives made dead.
Pushed wars in space while huge debts now grow.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.

Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.

(instrumental ending)

Before there was Arnold, there was RONALD... the first California Terminator

We're Mourning, Czar Whines
(Sung to the tune of "Good Morning, Starshine" by Oliver)

(instrumental intro)

"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Raygun went below.
No longer amongst us;
Mind went long ago.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Bush struggles along.
The Shrub has seen bad news clinging;
Saint Raygun's mourning dragged out long.

Bush now acting loopy; only Bush's groupies don't want him to go.
War crook, oil robber; like Raygun, macabre; through deaths, profits flow.
Voters soon may clobber, Bush and all his robbers
Raygun's mourning dragged out long.

"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Raygun went below.
No longer amongst us;
Mind went long ago.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Bush struggles along.
The Shrub has seen bad news clinging;
Saint Raygun's mourning dragged out long.

Bush now acting loopy; only Bush's groupies don't want him to go.
War crook, oil robber; like Raygun, macabre; through deaths, profits flow.
Voters soon may clobber, Bush and all his robbers.
Raygun's mourning dragged out long.

Right wing is wrong, dumb is this throng...
Right wing is wrong.
Right wing is wrong, dumb is this throng...
Right wing is wrong.

Dumb, dumb, dumb right-wing-made kings are wrong.
Dumb, dumb, dumb right-wing-made kings are wrong.

Thousands of Italian protestors jeered Bush when he visited Rome during June 2004, foolishly hoping to garner Catholic votes this November - even the Pope openly criticized his human rights
policies and war in Iraq.

Rome's In A Rage
(Sung to the tune of "Home On The Range")

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(instrumental intro)

Bush got booed in Rome, far away from his home.
There, they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words,
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."

Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."

Bush went there despite... being told he's not bright
"Might makes right" says this blithering czar.
Rome knows he's war-crazed, at the Shrub, the Pope blazed.
For war glory, who bleeds and who scars?

Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."

Like Blair, there's no cure; Bush damned by history,
'Cause he seized Iraq's oil through might.
His war is deranged; with the world he's estranged.
'Gainst Bush, all Iraq's cities will fight.

Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."

Though Shrub wields war powers in this dear land of ours,
Scandals wearing down Bush and his team.
Disaster now knocks loose support from his flocks.
And he's hazed by the world as extreme.

Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."

"Remember, it's not important that we did torture these people. What's important is that we are not the kind of people who would torture these people." -Rob Corddry, The Daily Show

Dick Cheney and Dubya Bush vigorously defend Sec. of Defense Donald "Rummy" Rumsfeld against responsibility for the Abu Ghraib prison scandal

Get Off My Back
(Sung to the tune of "My Boyfriend's Back" by The Angels)

As sung by Rummy, with Cheney and Dubya singing backup:

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(instrumental intro)

Get off my back; torture scandal, I'm in trouble!
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Couldn't see it comin', and I put Bush in a bubble.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)

I'm accused of lies and spin that's untrue.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
So, look out now, more bad pictures comin' through.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)

Hey, Bush knows that we've been tryin'
Hard to show that we're not lyin'.

Torture's gone on for a long time.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Won't go back; everything's on the line
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)

I said I was sorry; my excuse is worn.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
'Cause this scandal's big; and it's lasting long.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)

Hell, I know we could be beaten.
Now, it's crow I will be eatin'.
This scandal stinks; must relieve it with more lies.
What's our big plan now? Can't we cut this down to size?
Wait for me!

Get off my back! What's gonna save my reputation?
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
And if I'm through, I'll have to take a long vacation.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)

Hey! I didn't see this comin'.
How'd this scandal start out runnin'?!

(instrumental break)

Wait for me!

(fade with...)
Get off my back! What's gonna save my reputation?
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
And if I'm through, I'll have to take a long vacation.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)

While Rolling On His Bike One Day
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")

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Fell while rolling on his bike one day;
Had a very sorry month of May.
Bush was taken by surprise; couldn't cover up with lies.
In Iraq, his oil war had gone astray.

A pile of nude men, all could see.
(Abu Ghraib: Iraq "democracy"?)
Of course, Shrub's unhappy as can be.
(Quagmire, as far as he can see.)
Arrrgh!!!

Pics immediately raised a flap;
Bush claimed "he was in the dark."
But the world can't forget:
Those tortured, died too soon.
Bush was fallin' off the mountain, while in "Park."

Saddam's Gun
(Sung to the tune of "Seventh Son" by Johnny Rivers)
Satire about Dubya's trophy, a pistol formerly owned by Saddam Hussein

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(instrumental intro)

Dubya's been talkin' about Saddam's gun.
Scorned the whole wide world; war is Number One.

And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)

Bush would sell your future, while he gets a pass.
He's a rude king to you; loves Big Oil & Gas.
Bombs from the sky; torture and pain.
Hell, when this moron's wrong, he won't explain.

And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)

(instrumental break)

Bush is squawking words; he has crow to eat.
All his reasons faked; his oil war meets defeat.
Killed the sick; sprayed with lead.
Showed the whole wide world he's over his head.

And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)

(instrumental break)

Bush is squawking words; he has crow to eat.
All his reasons faked; his oil war meets defeat.
Killed the sick; sprayed with lead.
Showed the whole wide world he's over his head.

And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)

Satire about Bush's embattled Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, loathed by U.S. military professionals for creating the quagmire in Iraq and setting conditions for the Abu Ghraib prison scandal

Rummy, Please
(Sung to the tune of "Summer Breeze" by Seals & Crofts)

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(instrumental intro)

It's for certain, Bush is now in limbo;
Odds uneven before Election night.
The looney Right is whinin' 'bout that bimbo;
Prison showed every awful sight.

Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.

Pushin' paper, playin' up his "cakewalk."
Rummy then used it to espouse his war.
Rummy talked, "Shut up! Keep in lockstep!"
Deaths unseen, hidden loss, no score.

Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.

Streets crazed this summer; Iraq filled with gloom.
Here's why it's messed up: Bush playing buffoon.
Let's send Bush home, with his right wing jerks.
They're all Bush-hating there; Bush don't care 'bout the world.

War crimes trial awaitin' - Bush is bitchin'.
It's lookin' like dire straits for Rummy, too.
Using arms to snuff out life coldly;
Still deceiving; Bush won't say Rummy is through.

Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.

(repeat refrain and fade)

You gotta "hand" it to Bush...