Satire about the craven political grandstanding by Dubya, Jeb Bush, and the Republican right wing regarding the tragic case of Terri Schiavo (pronounced "shy-vo")

Schiavo
(Sung to the tune of "Shilo" by Neil Diamond)

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Right wingers dream;
Dreaming of power for their own.
On us they prey;
Refuse to leave us alone.
Dubya says he loves all their issues,
So he gives them time.
At election time, right wing friends followed blind.
They followed blind.

Schiavo - her life was strung...
Out for the right wing's gain.
Protestors beat the drum.
Schiavo, used to inflame... what they say.

Playing with fire...
Control means "for your own good."
They taunt and they lie.
Schiavo was used, 'cause they could.

Bushes stand out, demogague fakery;
Minds they would rile.
All they saw was the way more votes they could pile;
Votes they could pile.

Schiavo - her life was strung...
Out for the right wing's gain.
Protestors beat the drum.
Schiavo, used to inflame... what they say.

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Right wing dream has now turned into blunder.
Despite their demands,
Courts said so, "Rule of law still works in this land."
They wring their hands.

Schiavo - her life was strung...
Out for the right wing's gain.
Protestors beat the drum.
Schiavo, used to inflame... what they say.

(fade)

Like his father, Dubya also seems to have trouble with the "vision thing."

Smirking Ass's Hogwash News
(Sung to the tune of "Workin' At The Car Wash Blues" by Jim Croce)

Satire about scandalous revelations that the Bush White House has spent millions of taxpayer dollars creating and disseminating fake news programs; actually fraudulent, self-preening propaganda posing as real news

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Well, it had just come out: news "accounts" were ridden
With Bush fraudulence they didn't report.
Lies behind Chief Executive's positions;
Truth don't matter, because Bush squawked.
He wouldn't listen to the facts; deemed spin ingenious.
Dim Son said, "We need all that we can use."
White House now is readily confessin' to public mind messin'-
Smirking Ass's hogwash "news."

Bush is usually hidden in his airtight Oval Office, where he doesn't care.
White House will trash anyone who carries
Any dirt on Dubya (Karl Rove is there).
Bush would get stuck finding his way out of a bag,
When talkin' in support of his views.
White House now is readily confessin' to public mind messin' -
Smirking Ass's hogwash "news."

You know Dim Son has no ability,
He is a joke who's been proclaimed The Czar.
His White House never tells straight; they either lie or inflate.
'Cause propaganda suits Bush, who's bizarre.

Well, all Bush can do is just shake his head;
He will not believe what is true.
While smirkin', he'll defend his Iraq oil war;
His butt is covered by Rove and Hughes.
Bush Baby's fake news is seedy,
All to protect the greedy, and his high-brow society's views.
White House now is readily confessin' to public mind messin'-
Smirking Ass's hogwash "news."

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Bush Baby's fake news is seedy,
All to protect the greedy, and his high-brow society's views.
White House now is readily confessin' to public mind messin'-
Smirking Ass's hogwash "news."

White House now is readily confessin' to public mind messin'-
Smirking Ass's hogwash "news."

Satire about scandalous revelations that the Bush White House has spent millions of taxpayer dollars creating and disseminating fake news programs, actually fraudulent self-preening propaganda posing as real news

You Will Get More Propaganda
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

As sung by Dubya Bush, The Lyin' King:

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(instrumental intro)

You will get more... propaganda...
You will get more... propaganda...
I will lie... I will lie... I will lie... I will lie...
You will get more... (guitar riff)
You will get more... (guitar riff)

My connivin' took me far...
Rule this land through right wing radio.
And I'm sellin' you war, more war.
The truth is useless information,
Suppressed, so I can rule the nation.
You will get more... (guitar riff)
Yeah, mo' mo' mo'....
Hey, hey, hey...
Do what I say!

You will get more... propaganda...
You will get more... propaganda...
I will lie... I will lie... I will lie... I will lie...
You will get more... (guitar riff)
You will get more... (guitar riff)

What you're watching on TV
Is my plan, some call "calumny,"
It's right wing dirt, you see.
All dissent has been banned; we'll hide with smoke.
We are hedging no bets on me.
You will get more... (guitar riff)
Yeah, mo' mo' mo'....
Hey, hey, hey...
Do what I say!

What I'm hidin' from the world
('Cause they boo and hiss, and I have to scat):
My war crimes; may make some hurl.
Rove tells me, "Hey, you'll need a comeback, or you'll look weak.
Folks won't see words you choose to speak."
You will get more (guitar riff)...
Yeah, mo' mo' mo'....
Hey, hey, hey...
Do what I say!

You will get more...
You will get more...
You will get more propaganda.
More propaganda...
More propaganda...
More propaganda...

Satire about Bush's hypocritical grandstanding on the Terri Schiavo case while pandering to religious right wing extremists

Grandstand Shrubby
(Sung to the tune of "Bandstand Boogie (Theme from "American Bandstand)" by Barry Manilow)

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As sung by the Dubya, the Lyin' King:

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There is no stoppin' (stop).
There is no stoppin' today.
I won't be droppin' (drop)
What right wing tells me today.
My polls are floppin' (flop),
But I don't care what they say,
So I'll grandstand (grandstand).

We will be bringin' (bring),
We will be bringin' our crowd,
And we'll be clingin' (cling),
To "Right To Life" oh-so-loud.
My phones are ringin' (ring)
It's what the right wing had vowed.
So I'll grandstand (grandstand).

On the stump, I'll say, "Let's pray," it's what I, the Head Man, planned.
I'll rely on, yes, I'll rely on, issues to grandstand.
I'll entrance and show I know "Right To Life" gets a handstand.
A right winger I am, I am; that is why I will grandstand.

There is no stoppin' (stop),
There is no stoppin' today.
I won't be droppin' (drop)
What right wing tells me today.
My polls are floppin' (flop),
But I don't care what they say,
So I'll grandstand (grandstand).

Grandstand... grandstand... grandstand...
Grandstand... I'll grandstand... I'll grandstand...
(What do you know? I'm gonna show... ready to go... I'm a pro...)

Press cannot even bark...
Made my point by stumpin'.
We made such - a - fuss - to - keep Schiavo alive.
Karl Rove is a shark;
What - an ace I've got here!
Swell plot; no issues, just fear.
Tested and greased: pander to priests, with bullshit and jive.

Now to all my foes who chose to oppose my dear grand plan:
I'll rely on, yes, I'll rely on, issues to grandstand.
I'll entrance and show I know "Right To Life" gets a handstand.
I am disliked by world, but I'm loved by right wing; I'll grandstand.

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The debt's balloonin' (loon);
Who is the greatest, but me?
My fans are swoonin' (swoon)
When I talk on the TV.
So if you tune in (tune),
You'll hear more slogans from me,
And I'll grandstand (grandstand).

There is no stoppin' (stop)
There is no stoppin' today.
I won't be droppin' (drop)
What right wing tells me today.
My polls are floppin' (flop),
But I don't care what they say,
So I'll grandstand (grandstand).

And we'll Shock and Awe and roll un-American
Traitors who would stop the Republicans.
We'll win, we won, burn on, I'm in, I'm on...
Let's pray... let's pray-ay... let's pray...
Grandstand... Grandstand!

You're Fired!
(Sung to the tune of the Theme from "Rawhide" by Frankie Laine)
By Alvin Dover & Boot Newt

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Lyin', lyin', lyin'...
Though our troops are dyin'.
Kept those bombs a-droppin' - you lied.
Empire is what you wished;
Mission unaccomplished.
Soon there'll be no one left on your side.
You're miscalculatin',
And there's no debatin'
You can't stop your slippery slide.

Move along, bring 'em on!
Bring 'em on, move along.
Move along, bring 'em on, conspired.
Call 'em up, and deploy,
Every Yank, soldier boy.
Ship 'em out... Dubya Bush...
You're fired!
(Yeah!!!)

Iraq just ain't improvin',
Democracy ain't movin',
Started war for oil with your lies.
Massacred Fallujah,
The neocons just used ya.
Throughout the world, you're certainly despised.
Your warmongers are hatin'
Any more debatin'.
We're waiting to soon end your joyride.

Move along, bring 'em on!
Bring 'em on, move along
Move along, bring 'em on, conspired.
Call 'em up, and deploy
Every Yank, soldier boy
Ship 'em out... Dubya Bush...
You're fired!
(Yeah!!!)

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Move along, bring 'em on!
Bring 'em on, move along
Move along, bring 'em on, you cried!
Call 'em up, and deploy
Every Yank, soldier boy
Ship 'em out... Dubya Bush...
You're fired!
(Yeah!!!)

Bush nominates Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz, one of the chief architects of the U.S. oil war on Iraq, to be the new head of the World Bank.

Neocon Wolfie Running The World Bank
(Sung to the tune of "Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard" by Paul Simon)

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Still missing, Osama; and thousands dead;
Dubya rained bombs on a poor nation.
"There was never a doubt!" he heard Wolfie shout,
That war would help his administration.

And so they bent the law... and so, they bent the law.
Torture that you saw? Bush had bent the law.

One time Wolfie went down to the Baghdad compound,
'Cause his war needed his attention.
Tryin' to find Saddam, then his hotel got bombed;
Must have wet his pants from the tension.

Said, "On my way... back home's where I'm going.
I'm on my war... had enough war time, and I shouldn't be there."
It's more co-o-zy to be a bank owner.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.

Despite Bush's war craze, and incompetent ways,
And suppressed torture stories leak.
Wolfie, the PNAC high priest isn't bothered the least;
His incompetence hid by newspeak.

Said, "On my way... back home's where I'm going.
I'm on my war... had enough war time, and I shouldn't be there."
It's more co-o-zy to be a bank owner.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.

Guilty of Too Many War Crimes
(Sung to the tune of "Give Me Just A Little More Time" by Kylie Minogue/The Chairman of the Board)

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Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.

Hear Bush snort, "I made no mistake!"
He thinks that all others should not debate.
Dumb and impatient, he may be.
Others bleed; he acts foolishly.
Blown apart: Iraq (don't forget it)
Years from now, we'll surely regret it.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.

War sprung, and in a big hurry.
So eager was Shrub; was judge and jury.
Shrub's inept - his weakness in life.
But he's king, with no oversight.
War f**k-ups cause Shrub more woe.
More soldiers will soon bleed to guard Big Oil's dough.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

Shrub is discountin' his war crimes.
War crimes all together to his band is fine.
It's long been known that torture is wrong.
Bush just feels that he can, makes him look "strong."
Excuses? Can't fake it; there's no doubt.
We owe it to ourselves to throw Bush out.

Shrub's guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

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The Head Chimp proclaims:

Don't Believe In Evolution
(Sung to the tune of "Revolution" by The Beatles)

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As sung by Head Chimp George Dubya Bush

I don't believe in ev-o-lu-tion...
I say it ain't so.
The right wing now rules the world.

Creationism is the so-lu-tion;
Supporters say so.
The right wing now rules the world.

When scientists talk about des-truc-tion
Of ozone layer, I just tune them out.

Don't they know that cannot be?!
I'm right!
I'm right!
I'm right!

Kyoto Treaty is no so-lu-tion;
Global warming ain't so.
We'll grab all the oil we can.

Conservatives want ret-ri-bu-tion
Against science that shows
Lower primates led to man.

Collected big money from people whose minds just hate
All science and logic, which bothers their mental state.

They all crow and count on me.
I'm right!
I'm right!
I'm right!

I'm right... I'm right... I'm right... I'm right...

(repeat final refrain ad nauseum)

Shrub The Czar
(Sung to the tune of "Love Bizarre" by Shiela E)

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More screw-ups by Shrub, who whines 'cause he has thin skin...
Vacuous words... that scream of outrageous spin.

Bush wants all the stuff... that's found in right wingers' dreams;
More lives he will snuff... through attacks by his rogue regime.

Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.
Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.

For Bush and his kind, the world is theirs to screw.
The axes they grind, to do things through right wing coup.

Follow his side - Bush Boy wields abuse of power.
He claimed without proof, victory when war's gone sour.

Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.
Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.

More screw-ups by Shrub, who whines 'cause he has thin skin.

Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.
Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.