Thursday, August 26, 2004
Satire blasting the so-called Swift Boat Veterans For Truth, tied to the Bush campaign, and whose lies about John Kerry's war service and medals have been exposed and repeatedly refuted by eye witnesses and historical records from the Vietnam war
Big Lies: Swift Boat Vets' Misinformation
(Sung to the tune of "A White Sport Coat (And a Pink Carnation) by Marty Robbins)
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(instrumental intro)
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
They've all messed up their war rants.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
Their lies exposed; pro-Bush stance.
Thirty-five years, long ago,
Vietnam War records show:
Bush was the AWOL kind, it seems.
Kerry's medals haunt Shrub's dreams.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
These liars now get booed.
They've all messed up their war rants.
Their lies exposed; pro-Bush stance.
Thirty-five years, long ago,
Vietnam War records show:
Bush was the AWOL kind, it seems.
Kerry's medals haunt Shrub's dreams.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
These liars now get booed.
(repeat last verse and fade)
Big Lies: Swift Boat Vets' Misinformation
(Sung to the tune of "A White Sport Coat (And a Pink Carnation) by Marty Robbins)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
They've all messed up their war rants.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
Their lies exposed; pro-Bush stance.
Thirty-five years, long ago,
Vietnam War records show:
Bush was the AWOL kind, it seems.
Kerry's medals haunt Shrub's dreams.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
These liars now get booed.
They've all messed up their war rants.
Their lies exposed; pro-Bush stance.
Thirty-five years, long ago,
Vietnam War records show:
Bush was the AWOL kind, it seems.
Kerry's medals haunt Shrub's dreams.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
These liars now get booed.
(repeat last verse and fade)
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Satire lampooning looney right-wing columnist Michelle Malkin, who was recently laughed off the air on Bill Maher's Politically Incorrect, and from Chris Matthews' Hardball, for falsely implying that John Kerry's war wounds which won 3 Purple Hearts were self-inflicted, which you can watch HERE
Michelle
(Sung to the tune of "Michelle" by The Beatles)
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Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball," claimed Kerry "shot himself."
Dumb Michelle.
Michelle... caught hell
Bill Maher's show made her look really dumb,
Look really dumb.
They loathed you, they loathed you, they loathed you.
The audience did say:
"Michelle, please go away."
Malkin's saying only words that right wing fools understand.
Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball" looked outmatched and so dumb,
So really dumb.
She needs to, she needs to, she needs to...
She needs to fake and plea.
Ann Coulter-wannabe:
So shrill, this fool keeps hoping she will
Show that she's mean.
We loathe you... (guitar solo)
They taunt you, they taunt you, they taunt you...
You've blown it; had a cow.
Sobs on her blog right now:
How she was "booed and misconstrued,
And picked on, by a man."
Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball" looked outmatched and so dumb,
So really dumb.
We should flay her for her words that show
Why she's whom we can't stand.
Whine, Michelle...
(instrumental ending)
Michelle Malkin, author of a book named "In Defense of Internment: The Case for Racial Profiling in World War II and the War on Terror" is shocked at being hissed at by a hostile audience on Bill Maher's show instead of seeing the usual fawning dittoheads on Faux News
Michelle
(Sung to the tune of "Michelle" by The Beatles)
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Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball," claimed Kerry "shot himself."
Dumb Michelle.
Michelle... caught hell
Bill Maher's show made her look really dumb,
Look really dumb.
They loathed you, they loathed you, they loathed you.
The audience did say:
"Michelle, please go away."
Malkin's saying only words that right wing fools understand.
Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball" looked outmatched and so dumb,
So really dumb.
She needs to, she needs to, she needs to...
She needs to fake and plea.
Ann Coulter-wannabe:
So shrill, this fool keeps hoping she will
Show that she's mean.
We loathe you... (guitar solo)
They taunt you, they taunt you, they taunt you...
You've blown it; had a cow.
Sobs on her blog right now:
How she was "booed and misconstrued,
And picked on, by a man."
Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball" looked outmatched and so dumb,
So really dumb.
We should flay her for her words that show
Why she's whom we can't stand.
Whine, Michelle...
(instrumental ending)
Michelle Malkin, author of a book named "In Defense of Internment: The Case for Racial Profiling in World War II and the War on Terror" is shocked at being hissed at by a hostile audience on Bill Maher's show instead of seeing the usual fawning dittoheads on Faux News
Satire lampooning looney right-wing columnist Michelle Malkin, who was recently laughed off the air on Bill Maher's Politically Incorrect, and from Chris Matthews' Hardball, for falsely implying that John Kerry's war wounds which won 3 Purple Hearts were self-inflicted, which you can watch HERE
Right Wing Banana
(Sung to the tune of the "Chiquita Banana Jingle")
Click HERE for MIDI music, sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden
(instrumental intro)
She's a right wing banana,
And she's dumb to say
That "Kerry shot himself,
To run for prez some day."
On TV, got shot down
For her dumb point of view.
She's beating on her chest;
Chris got the best of you.
Her arguments rendered invalid;
Her only strategem: to lie.
The way to treat loudmouths - defeat them.
Refute their words and make them eat them.
She's bananas and a token of the
Grand Old Party's bigots and race haters.
If she were clever, this banana...
Will no longer be "debater."
(repeat verses)
Right Wing Banana
(Sung to the tune of the "Chiquita Banana Jingle")
Click HERE for MIDI music, sequenced by my good friend, Ron Tilden
(instrumental intro)
She's a right wing banana,
And she's dumb to say
That "Kerry shot himself,
To run for prez some day."
On TV, got shot down
For her dumb point of view.
She's beating on her chest;
Chris got the best of you.
Her arguments rendered invalid;
Her only strategem: to lie.
The way to treat loudmouths - defeat them.
Refute their words and make them eat them.
She's bananas and a token of the
Grand Old Party's bigots and race haters.
If she were clever, this banana...
Will no longer be "debater."
(repeat verses)
Shrub's Unsound Delusion
(Sung to the tune of "The Sound of Music" by Julie Andrews)
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(long instrumental intro)
Bush shills sell us jive;
Shrub's unsound delusion.
His throngs flinging dung
This election year.
Bush shills aren't smart;
Have no sound conclusion.
Shrub's done everything
Dead wrong, for years.
Our hearts want defeat of Right Wing and their herds,
Who lie and partake Bush's sleaze.
They outed a spy; what a crime, what lies;
Right wing jerks did with ease.
Hear gaffes of King Crook, when he trips and falls
Over words in his way.
Let's sting the Far Right, who would start
Telling us... what to say.
On Capitol Hill, wants his party only.
The Shrub only hears... that "God wanted war."
Shrub's mind is distressed, with profound confusion.
Soon, he's king... no more.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Times of Trouble
(Sung to the tune of "Tiny Bubbles" by Don Ho)
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(instrumental intro)
Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
(repeat chorus again)
World fears the emboldened goon.
They hear Shrub's hypocrisy.
They're most appalled of boasts of wars to be.
Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
Let's sneer at his pal, Ken Lay,
Send Shrub home Election Day.
Bush won't be missed; make him pay that way.
Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
(Sung to the tune of "Tiny Bubbles" by Don Ho)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
(repeat chorus again)
World fears the emboldened goon.
They hear Shrub's hypocrisy.
They're most appalled of boasts of wars to be.
Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
Let's sneer at his pal, Ken Lay,
Send Shrub home Election Day.
Bush won't be missed; make him pay that way.
Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
To Hell With Shrub's Regime
(Sung to the tune of "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
From the town... of Washington...
Dubya rules this land;
A failure, he.
Got promoted all his life,
Stole this land through his... crooks' regime.
Such a failure, the Dim Son.
War has squandered our $ea of green.
The Iraqis were made slaves.
"Bombed to hell!" crowed... Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
Bush's friends, whom he adored,
Want still more tax cuts; live for war.
Foiled plans? Bush spins away...
(instrumental riff)
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
Bush has lived a life of sleaze.
Everyone of us
Must stop his greed.
Bush's crew (Bush's crew)
Are so extreme (so extreme)
Vote - say hell with (vote - say to hell with)
His regime...
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
From the town... of Washington...
Dubya rules this land;
A failure, he.
Got promoted all his life,
Stole this land through his... crooks' regime.
Such a failure, the Dim Son.
War has squandered our $ea of green.
The Iraqis were made slaves.
"Bombed to hell!" crowed... Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
Bush's friends, whom he adored,
Want still more tax cuts; live for war.
Foiled plans? Bush spins away...
(instrumental riff)
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
Bush has lived a life of sleaze.
Everyone of us
Must stop his greed.
Bush's crew (Bush's crew)
Are so extreme (so extreme)
Vote - say hell with (vote - say to hell with)
His regime...
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Suffered, This World
(Sung to the tune of "Colour My World" by Chicago)
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(long instrumental intro)
War crimes go on...
Folks realize...
Just what Bush means... really.
Let's vow... election's near...
Promise that Shrub...
Gets removed from his chair.
End dreams...
Of his stolen oil treasure.
Suffered, this world...
Our dope... named W.
(instrumental break and ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Colour My World" by Chicago)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(long instrumental intro)
War crimes go on...
Folks realize...
Just what Bush means... really.
Let's vow... election's near...
Promise that Shrub...
Gets removed from his chair.
End dreams...
Of his stolen oil treasure.
Suffered, this world...
Our dope... named W.
(instrumental break and ending)
For starters, the unprecedented list of crimes committed by Dubya include: perverting the Constitution through the so-called PATRIOT Act, breaking international law and treaties, lying to Congress in his State of the Union address to advocate for a pre-emptive war based upon non-existent WMD, war crimes in Iraq, Guantanamo and secret U.S. prisons around the world, etc., etc., etc.
All The Bush Crimes Are Vast And Long
(Sung to the tune of "All The Good Times Are Past And Gone")
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Shrub wished to the Lord he'd been clever when born.
He's tried since he was young:
Forever, he's pleasing his father's allies.
We've heard his lying tongue.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.
He's forever seen as Loathsome Shrub;
Lying from crime to crime.
Made war on those who opposed his club
But soon, he'll run out of time.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.
Send back - send back - the rogue named Shrub,
And save democracy.
Let's boot him, and be a friend to this world.
Impound "His Residency."
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.
All The Bush Crimes Are Vast And Long
(Sung to the tune of "All The Good Times Are Past And Gone")
Click HERE for MIDI music
Shrub wished to the Lord he'd been clever when born.
He's tried since he was young:
Forever, he's pleasing his father's allies.
We've heard his lying tongue.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.
He's forever seen as Loathsome Shrub;
Lying from crime to crime.
Made war on those who opposed his club
But soon, he'll run out of time.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.
Send back - send back - the rogue named Shrub,
And save democracy.
Let's boot him, and be a friend to this world.
Impound "His Residency."
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.
Return, Pretender
(Sung to the tune of "Return To Sender" by Elvis Presley)
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(instrumental intro)
Things won't get better; Shrub's got no plan,
Except to just attack.
Ignored 9-1-1 warnings
To steal oil from Iraq.
Go vote this bum out!
Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.
Just name a topic: Bush has failed;
Blocked... dissent, his specialty.
Used terror alert warnings
When blame comes back; he'll see...
We'll vote him out and...
Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.
Through crime, Bush got to pay out himself,
And cronies in his sick band.
We must send them back Election Day
Our rights, we demand;
Let's exercise them...
Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Return To Sender" by Elvis Presley)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Things won't get better; Shrub's got no plan,
Except to just attack.
Ignored 9-1-1 warnings
To steal oil from Iraq.
Go vote this bum out!
Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.
Just name a topic: Bush has failed;
Blocked... dissent, his specialty.
Used terror alert warnings
When blame comes back; he'll see...
We'll vote him out and...
Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.
Through crime, Bush got to pay out himself,
And cronies in his sick band.
We must send them back Election Day
Our rights, we demand;
Let's exercise them...
Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Click on the image below to listen to a great new MP3 recording by Bill Jacobs, "If George Only Had A Brain," sung to the tune of "If I Only Had A Brain" from the movie, "The Wizard of Oz."
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