Blind To Treason, They Deceive
(Sung to the tune of "Reason To Believe" by Rod Stewart)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush, we've listened long enough to you.
You'll make up ways to believe bullsh*t's all true.
For war, 'cause you lied, straight-faced, thousands died.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Dim one like you... makes it hard to live without... Turd Blossom's help.
Dim one like you... with a mind like a sieve; going it alone, all by yourself.
U.N. gave you time to change your mind,
You found the way to leave bomb blasts behind.
For war, 'cause you lied, straight-faced, thousands died.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
(instrumental break)
Dim one like you... makes it hard to live without... Turd Blossom's help.
Dim one like you... with a mind like a sieve; going it alone, all by yourself.
Bush, we've listened long enough to you.
You'll make up ways to believe bullsh*t's all true.
For war, 'cause you lied, straight-faced, thousands died.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
We'll Sing Of Dim Son's Crimes
(Sung to the tune of "We'll Sing In The Sunshine" by Gale Garnett)
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We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
We'll never like W.
The boss named Shrub's too weird.
The world does not like W,
'Cause he's far worse than they feared.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
He doubted global warming,
On issues, Shrub's far right.
He made life here quite gloomy.
While starting wars to fight.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
Shrub's daddy once told to him:
"Start a war - you'll be a man."
Iraq attacked, faked issues;
Now he's targeting Iran.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
And when Shrub's term has ended,
And he has gone away.
Send off this twit to Crawford,
And this is what we'll say:
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Hooray! He's gone away!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "We'll Sing In The Sunshine" by Gale Garnett)
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(instrumental intro)
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
We'll never like W.
The boss named Shrub's too weird.
The world does not like W,
'Cause he's far worse than they feared.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
He doubted global warming,
On issues, Shrub's far right.
He made life here quite gloomy.
While starting wars to fight.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
Shrub's daddy once told to him:
"Start a war - you'll be a man."
Iraq attacked, faked issues;
Now he's targeting Iran.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.
And when Shrub's term has ended,
And he has gone away.
Send off this twit to Crawford,
And this is what we'll say:
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Hooray! He's gone away!
(instrumental ending)
"... Mr. McClellan, how many times have you lied at today's press conference?"
Watching Scotty's Woe
(Sung to the tune of "Watching Scotty Grow" by Bobby Goldsboro)
Satire about beleagered White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan, facing an increasingly hostile and unconvinced press corps while trying to spin the Karl Rove Treasongate scandal
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(instrumental intro)
Having fits, said again, "Rove did nothing bad."
Press knows it's been had.
That's his ploy.
Yellow-cake from Niger to Baghdad?
Lied more than a tad!
Bush war ploy.
Press conference on TV, more than slight flubs...
"Rove's my source," Matt Cooper's words show.
White House smear; on reporters, used fear.
War bluster, right wing radio.
Hiding Rove's crime, we're watching Scotty's woe.
Making a case for war to bomb Iraq...
Bombs awe and shock.
Bush war ploy.
Bush White House rapidly losing stock,
'Cause of laws they mocked.
Bush war ploy.
In five short years,
Surplus gone, to pay the richest.
On Wilson, declared war; Plame scandal will grow
Saddam Hussein removed for oil gain.
McClellan pony show;
And he's sitting there whining...
Let's watch Scotty's woe.
Rode in on Daddy's shoulders; Shrub is brain-dead.
World filled with dread.
Bush war ploy.
Press won't carry Bush's water; won't have stories read
Innocence, Rove pled
That's his ploy.
Rove Treasongate drama,
Bush hit by a perfect storm.
Well, there goes his place...
The place where his history will go.
But Scott will say, "Let's cheer."
Press flaying all his errors and spin to show...
Bush ain't God.
Watching Scotty's woe.
Bush ain't God.
Watching Scotty's woe.
Watching Scotty's Woe
(Sung to the tune of "Watching Scotty Grow" by Bobby Goldsboro)
Satire about beleagered White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan, facing an increasingly hostile and unconvinced press corps while trying to spin the Karl Rove Treasongate scandal
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(instrumental intro)
Having fits, said again, "Rove did nothing bad."
Press knows it's been had.
That's his ploy.
Yellow-cake from Niger to Baghdad?
Lied more than a tad!
Bush war ploy.
Press conference on TV, more than slight flubs...
"Rove's my source," Matt Cooper's words show.
White House smear; on reporters, used fear.
War bluster, right wing radio.
Hiding Rove's crime, we're watching Scotty's woe.
Making a case for war to bomb Iraq...
Bombs awe and shock.
Bush war ploy.
Bush White House rapidly losing stock,
'Cause of laws they mocked.
Bush war ploy.
In five short years,
Surplus gone, to pay the richest.
On Wilson, declared war; Plame scandal will grow
Saddam Hussein removed for oil gain.
McClellan pony show;
And he's sitting there whining...
Let's watch Scotty's woe.
Rode in on Daddy's shoulders; Shrub is brain-dead.
World filled with dread.
Bush war ploy.
Press won't carry Bush's water; won't have stories read
Innocence, Rove pled
That's his ploy.
Rove Treasongate drama,
Bush hit by a perfect storm.
Well, there goes his place...
The place where his history will go.
But Scott will say, "Let's cheer."
Press flaying all his errors and spin to show...
Bush ain't God.
Watching Scotty's woe.
Bush ain't God.
Watching Scotty's woe.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Bush Brain Running
(Sung to the tune of "Long Train Running" by The Doobie Brothers)
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(instrumental intro)
Backed into a corner;
Scandal still is here.
You see Rove (Bush-Brain) runnin'...
Spinnin' lies, driven by fear.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?
Plame stories were too juicy;
Unstopped by Bush's hacks.
Revenge on Joe Wilson's family,
It's the truth that Bush attacks.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?
(instrumental break)
Bush White House is Scandal Central.
For defense, used right wing hate.
Gonna keep on pushing more lies.
For Rove, it's much too late.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?
Resistance keeps on burnin'
Bush's polls keep goin' down.
Bush war plan failed, reputation scarred
Scandals pile upon his crown.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove...
Ooh... where would Bush be by no-o-ow?
(instrumental riff and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Long Train Running" by The Doobie Brothers)
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(instrumental intro)
Backed into a corner;
Scandal still is here.
You see Rove (Bush-Brain) runnin'...
Spinnin' lies, driven by fear.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?
Plame stories were too juicy;
Unstopped by Bush's hacks.
Revenge on Joe Wilson's family,
It's the truth that Bush attacks.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?
(instrumental break)
Bush White House is Scandal Central.
For defense, used right wing hate.
Gonna keep on pushing more lies.
For Rove, it's much too late.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?
Resistance keeps on burnin'
Bush's polls keep goin' down.
Bush war plan failed, reputation scarred
Scandals pile upon his crown.
Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove...
Ooh... where would Bush be by no-o-ow?
(instrumental riff and fade)
Rove, Rove, Rove, You Gloat
Rove, Rove, Rove, you gloat;
Revenge was your scheme.
Scarily, scarily, scarily,
Lie for Bush's team.
Rove, Rove, Rove, you gloat;
Revenge was your scheme.
Scarily, scarily, scarily,
Lie for Bush's team.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
You're Shrub's Brain
(Sung to the tune of "You're So Vain" by Carly Simon)
Satire about pResidential Advisor Karl "Turd Blossom" Rove, known as "Bush's Brain," now being investigated by U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald for his role in leaking the identity of covert CIA operative Valerie Plame, as revenge against her husband, Ambassador Joe Wilson, who opposed the Iraq War
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(instrumental intro)
Rewarded... by your party
For bein' a hatchet man, 'cause Bush knows squat.
Used leaks; strategically ripping foes with lies;
All those who opposed your plots.
An exposed spy made it clearer that
A leopard won't change spots
To rule the world, the Bush Team calls you "partner,"
Team calls you "partner" 'cause...
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...
You had leaked several years ago,
Plame's name, when you got so peeved.
When Joe Wilson had said, "Yellowcake's not there."
For war, world was deceived.
You caused things to sway for King named Shrub,
Thought you'd get off scot-free.
Your right wing dreams were like drugs in your coffee,
Drugs in your coffee, 'cause...
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...
(instrumental break)
Your right wing dreams were like drugs in your coffee,
Drugs in your coffee, 'cause...
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...
After you had blabbed secrets to Robert Novak,
You, of course, naturally spun.
But you blew it; press will not... roll over for ya.
Polling apocalypse for the Dim Son!
Jail's where you should be for your crime.
That's where you'll rot (we wish),
For outing a spy, who's the wife of Joe Wilson,
Wife of Joe Wilson, so...
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...
You're Shrub's brain...
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you...
You're Shrub's brain...
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you...
(repeat final refrain and fade)
Rove Propaganda
(Sung to the tune of "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow)
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(instrumental intro)
His name is Dubya - pissed off the whole world.
Claimed, "Yellowcake is everywhere, so we must bomb Saddam's lair!"
Lies fabricated, bullsh*t and ca-ca...
And while he tried to be the czar, Karl always went too far.
Rove's boss would start a war, and Rove was keeping score,
While slinging dung to provide Bush cover.
What is Rove there for?
Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda),
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... for "Hero" Shrub.
(Rove, yeah... Rove propaganda...)
Plame's name was leaked, so... Rove could remind us
Warmonger Shrub's foreign affairs needed liars just like Blair.
Law was diminished, when Rove ran over...
Joe Wilson; revenge went too far, Rove has failed to shield his czar.
Soon verbal punches flew, from press to Bush's crew.
Iraqi blood and a smoking gun plot; people now see through...
Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda),
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... No "Hero," Shrub...
Rove, yeah... Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," Bush was refashioned...
(instrumental break)
The name of Dubya... hated by whole world.
He has a few more years to go, as a lame duck full of woe.
Turd Blossom hissed, "No!" - denied involvement.
But the big mess he made was aired;
Tarred and feathered, Rove's affair.
Though Rove was Bush's mind, we think hate made him blind.
Rove hates the truth; propping up a phony.
Jail him and his kind.
Ban Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda)...
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
(repeat last line and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow)
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(instrumental intro)
His name is Dubya - pissed off the whole world.
Claimed, "Yellowcake is everywhere, so we must bomb Saddam's lair!"
Lies fabricated, bullsh*t and ca-ca...
And while he tried to be the czar, Karl always went too far.
Rove's boss would start a war, and Rove was keeping score,
While slinging dung to provide Bush cover.
What is Rove there for?
Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda),
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... for "Hero" Shrub.
(Rove, yeah... Rove propaganda...)
Plame's name was leaked, so... Rove could remind us
Warmonger Shrub's foreign affairs needed liars just like Blair.
Law was diminished, when Rove ran over...
Joe Wilson; revenge went too far, Rove has failed to shield his czar.
Soon verbal punches flew, from press to Bush's crew.
Iraqi blood and a smoking gun plot; people now see through...
Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda),
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... No "Hero," Shrub...
Rove, yeah... Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," Bush was refashioned...
(instrumental break)
The name of Dubya... hated by whole world.
He has a few more years to go, as a lame duck full of woe.
Turd Blossom hissed, "No!" - denied involvement.
But the big mess he made was aired;
Tarred and feathered, Rove's affair.
Though Rove was Bush's mind, we think hate made him blind.
Rove hates the truth; propping up a phony.
Jail him and his kind.
Ban Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda)...
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
(repeat last line and fade)
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Visit KarlRoveIsToast.com
THE OFFICIAL KARL ROVE INDICT-O-METER
Tell Bush this would be "Mission Accomplished"
THE OFFICIAL KARL ROVE INDICT-O-METER
Tell Bush this would be "Mission Accomplished"
Rove Really Was So Bitter
(Sung to the tune of "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon, from the James Bond movie, "The Spy Who Loved Me")
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(instrumental intro)
Rove really was... so bitter.
He was real mad - couldn't rest.
Rove and the staff of... dumb King W...
Sadists towards a "pest."
Bushies were cookin'... intelligence roundly,
Which they tried to hide from the news spotlight.
Bush, Joe Wilson critiqued;
A spy then Rove leaked.
He's keepin' our spy secrets safe? Yeah, right!
Yeah, Rove really was... so bitter.
Bush war crimes relished, 'cause they could.
Rove really loves it - spite, from W.
Fire his ass, he is no good.
The way that he boldly
Sought vengeance so coldly;
He's run out of magic; we're still lied to.
From law, Rove is runnin,'
Fitzgerald is a-comin,'
Rove should burn,
And screw you, King W.
Yeah, Rove really was... so bitter.
He was real mad - couldn't rest.
Rove and the staff of... dumb King W...
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
(repeat last line and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon, from the James Bond movie, "The Spy Who Loved Me")
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(instrumental intro)
Rove really was... so bitter.
He was real mad - couldn't rest.
Rove and the staff of... dumb King W...
Sadists towards a "pest."
Bushies were cookin'... intelligence roundly,
Which they tried to hide from the news spotlight.
Bush, Joe Wilson critiqued;
A spy then Rove leaked.
He's keepin' our spy secrets safe? Yeah, right!
Yeah, Rove really was... so bitter.
Bush war crimes relished, 'cause they could.
Rove really loves it - spite, from W.
Fire his ass, he is no good.
The way that he boldly
Sought vengeance so coldly;
He's run out of magic; we're still lied to.
From law, Rove is runnin,'
Fitzgerald is a-comin,'
Rove should burn,
And screw you, King W.
Yeah, Rove really was... so bitter.
He was real mad - couldn't rest.
Rove and the staff of... dumb King W...
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
(repeat last line and fade)
Monday, July 18, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
Ain't Quittin' From The Docket Today
(Sung to the tune of "Sittin' On The Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding)
Ailing Chief Justice William Rhenquist has announced publicly that he was not yet ready to follow Sandra Day O'Connor into retirement from the United States Supreme Court, which inspired this parody...
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As sung by Chief Justice William Rhenquist to the American public:
(instrumental intro)
Quittin' when my term ain't done?
No, I ain't quittin', though it might please some.
Judgeships aren't all the same.
On my watch, I want to play again.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...
I made sure the law's aimed towards ya...
Headin' off permissive ways.
Ain't got nothin' if you're poor.
Crooks get nothin' if they're locked away.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...
(Bridge:)
Looks like Supreme Court's gonna change.
And if I quit, then I'd be the one to blame.
I'm Chief Justice; you can't tell me what to do.
So, I'll stay here and just stake my claim.
Won't quit; I fear deep in my bones:
The conservatives won't leave me alone.
Court make-up must not roam.
I'll stay in this docket, my "home."
Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...
(whistle ad lib, and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Sittin' On The Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding)
Ailing Chief Justice William Rhenquist has announced publicly that he was not yet ready to follow Sandra Day O'Connor into retirement from the United States Supreme Court, which inspired this parody...
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As sung by Chief Justice William Rhenquist to the American public:
(instrumental intro)
Quittin' when my term ain't done?
No, I ain't quittin', though it might please some.
Judgeships aren't all the same.
On my watch, I want to play again.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...
I made sure the law's aimed towards ya...
Headin' off permissive ways.
Ain't got nothin' if you're poor.
Crooks get nothin' if they're locked away.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...
(Bridge:)
Looks like Supreme Court's gonna change.
And if I quit, then I'd be the one to blame.
I'm Chief Justice; you can't tell me what to do.
So, I'll stay here and just stake my claim.
Won't quit; I fear deep in my bones:
The conservatives won't leave me alone.
Court make-up must not roam.
I'll stay in this docket, my "home."
Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...
(whistle ad lib, and fade)
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Crimes And Treason
(Sung to the tune of "Rhymes And Reasons" by John Denver)
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(instrumental intro)
Their unspeakable sheer madness:
Endless war and nuclear winter.
Fear that is within you now,
Used to achieve their ends.
For their schemes, they'll hatch new scapegoats.
Bush the Dope and all his rotten
Cabal of fat cats bleed us now
For billionaires, their friends.
Bushies blunder while they're crowing;
Commit crime, commit treason.
Forcing what we don't accept,
Using fear to reign us in.
Bush seeks to treat us all like children...
His disgraceful use of power, lies, and spin.
Bush's brethren hold much power;
Hate resisters and all others.
Disaster from their thuggishness;
Shrub jeered by crowds today.
More bad news for Bush is mountin' -
He's discovered just how painful.
What he's promised for the future:
Be more right wing than today.
(instrumental break)
So our cities start to crumble;
Infrastructure falls around us.
Dim Son, on us, is raiding
All our gold for his war spree.
War attrition in the desert
Of Iraq, that's where Bush leads us.
Grabbed their land, but not their hearts;
Oil pumped from there for free.
Bombing innocents, and busting
Our free speech, by Shrub's decree...
Bush's brethren hold much power;
Hate resisters and all others.
Disaster from their thuggishness;
Shrub jeered by crowds today.
Bush's throng, to him, are clinging,
With the faith of True Believers:
"How dare they defy us!?
Screw their kind! We'll have our way!"
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Rhymes And Reasons" by John Denver)
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(instrumental intro)
Their unspeakable sheer madness:
Endless war and nuclear winter.
Fear that is within you now,
Used to achieve their ends.
For their schemes, they'll hatch new scapegoats.
Bush the Dope and all his rotten
Cabal of fat cats bleed us now
For billionaires, their friends.
Bushies blunder while they're crowing;
Commit crime, commit treason.
Forcing what we don't accept,
Using fear to reign us in.
Bush seeks to treat us all like children...
His disgraceful use of power, lies, and spin.
Bush's brethren hold much power;
Hate resisters and all others.
Disaster from their thuggishness;
Shrub jeered by crowds today.
More bad news for Bush is mountin' -
He's discovered just how painful.
What he's promised for the future:
Be more right wing than today.
(instrumental break)
So our cities start to crumble;
Infrastructure falls around us.
Dim Son, on us, is raiding
All our gold for his war spree.
War attrition in the desert
Of Iraq, that's where Bush leads us.
Grabbed their land, but not their hearts;
Oil pumped from there for free.
Bombing innocents, and busting
Our free speech, by Shrub's decree...
Bush's brethren hold much power;
Hate resisters and all others.
Disaster from their thuggishness;
Shrub jeered by crowds today.
Bush's throng, to him, are clinging,
With the faith of True Believers:
"How dare they defy us!?
Screw their kind! We'll have our way!"
(instrumental ending)
Karl Rove, the Goat, Is Sore
(Sung to the tune of "Michael, Row The Boat Ashore")
Satire about the scandal engulfing Bush advisor, Karl Rove, who was named as the source that leaked the identity of covert CIA operative Valerie Plame, as petty revenge against her husband, Ambassador Joseph Wilson, who exposed the Bush Administration's lies about Nigerian yellow cake uranium, used to justify an illegal war on Iraq
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Karl Rove, the goat, is sore.
What a lo-ser!
Karl Rove, the goat, is sore.
What a lo-o-ser!
Spy exposed by Karl Rove.
What a lo-ser!
Spy exposed by Karl Rove.
What a lo-o-ser!
Press compels for full details.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Press compels for full details.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.
There's nowhere this creep can hide.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Scandal's deep, as Bush polls slide.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.
What Rove did was petty and cold.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Protects Bush from truth bein' told.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.
Karl Rove is really sore.
What a lo-ser!
Karl Rove is really sore.
What a lo-o-ser!
(repeat and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Michael, Row The Boat Ashore")
Satire about the scandal engulfing Bush advisor, Karl Rove, who was named as the source that leaked the identity of covert CIA operative Valerie Plame, as petty revenge against her husband, Ambassador Joseph Wilson, who exposed the Bush Administration's lies about Nigerian yellow cake uranium, used to justify an illegal war on Iraq
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Karl Rove, the goat, is sore.
What a lo-ser!
Karl Rove, the goat, is sore.
What a lo-o-ser!
Spy exposed by Karl Rove.
What a lo-ser!
Spy exposed by Karl Rove.
What a lo-o-ser!
Press compels for full details.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Press compels for full details.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.
There's nowhere this creep can hide.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Scandal's deep, as Bush polls slide.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.
What Rove did was petty and cold.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Protects Bush from truth bein' told.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.
Karl Rove is really sore.
What a lo-ser!
Karl Rove is really sore.
What a lo-o-ser!
(repeat and fade)
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
It's A Crime And It's Treason
(Sung to the tune of "Time Of The Season" by The Zombies)
Satire about top Bush advisor Karl Rove, who has been named as the source of the treasonous 2003 leaking of the identity of covert CIA spy Valerie Plame, in order to extract petty revenge on her husband, Ambassador Joseph Wilson, for exposing the Bush Administration's false stories about yellow cake uranium and ties to Iraq, used to justify Bush's unprovoked war on Iraq
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It's a crime... and it's treason...
Karl Rove denies...
But this time, he was extra sleazy.
Outed a spy, for sheer vengeance.
Mistake; where can he run to?
Have him canned!
Expose what he has done:
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...
Thuggish game (thuggish game)...
Bush's caddy (Bush's caddy)...
(Rove just itched) Rove just itched to plea-ease.
His mistaken (his mistaken)
Vicious crime (vicious crime)
(Has blown) Has blown cover spies need to live.
Rove thought he was holy (Holy sh*t)
Rove really has to go-o...
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...
(long instrumental solo)
Thuggish game (thuggish game)...
Bush's caddy (Bush's caddy)...
(Rove just itched) Rove just itched to plea-ease.
His mistaken (his mistaken)
Vicious crime (vicious crime)
(Has blown) Has blown cover spies need to live.
Rove thought he was holy (Holy sh*t)
Rove really has to go-o...
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...
(long instrumental solo and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Time Of The Season" by The Zombies)
Satire about top Bush advisor Karl Rove, who has been named as the source of the treasonous 2003 leaking of the identity of covert CIA spy Valerie Plame, in order to extract petty revenge on her husband, Ambassador Joseph Wilson, for exposing the Bush Administration's false stories about yellow cake uranium and ties to Iraq, used to justify Bush's unprovoked war on Iraq
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It's a crime... and it's treason...
Karl Rove denies...
But this time, he was extra sleazy.
Outed a spy, for sheer vengeance.
Mistake; where can he run to?
Have him canned!
Expose what he has done:
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...
Thuggish game (thuggish game)...
Bush's caddy (Bush's caddy)...
(Rove just itched) Rove just itched to plea-ease.
His mistaken (his mistaken)
Vicious crime (vicious crime)
(Has blown) Has blown cover spies need to live.
Rove thought he was holy (Holy sh*t)
Rove really has to go-o...
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...
(long instrumental solo)
Thuggish game (thuggish game)...
Bush's caddy (Bush's caddy)...
(Rove just itched) Rove just itched to plea-ease.
His mistaken (his mistaken)
Vicious crime (vicious crime)
(Has blown) Has blown cover spies need to live.
Rove thought he was holy (Holy sh*t)
Rove really has to go-o...
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...
(long instrumental solo and fade)
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I Won't Debate, 'Cause I'm King
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" from the Disney movie, "The Lion King")
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As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King
(instrumental intro)
I'm gonna be a right wing king; so enemies, beware!
(We've never seen a king who needs to cling to Tony Blair)
I'm gonna be a President
Like no king was before.
I'm brushing up my golden crown.
I'm working up more war!
(Shrub's war: an all-conspiring thing)
No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
No one saying, "Boo, hiss!"
No one saying, "Be fair."
No one saying, "Drop that."
No one saying, "Be clear."
Free to goof around all day...
Free to do it all my way!
(He thinks war crimes have passed him by;
Deranged right from the start.)
Kings don't need advice,
'Cause all my press shills play their part.
(Look out just where Shrub's theocracy is headed.
There's no doubt - aren't you nervous? Drunk with apathy?
It's what his gang's about...
Pop's child is getting wildly far right wing.)
No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
Everybody hates Left!
Everybody loves Right!
Everywhere you look, I'm...
Hogging up the spotlight.
(You bet!)
I deflect heat by blowing smoke in rings...
World fears my every word, and bombs we fling...
I'm gonna be right wingers' finest thing...
No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
No, I won't debate... won't debate... 'cause I'm king!
Monday, July 04, 2005
Cranky Poodle Tony
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" by James Cagney)
Satire about British Prime Minister Tony Blair, now ont he defensive, exposed by the leaked Downing Street memos as being a willing conspirator to lie to Bush's phony reasons for war on Iraq
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(instrumental intro)
Bush's cranky poodle, Tony...
A cranky poodle Brits despise.
Obsequious follower of Bush's scam:
War on Iraq, sold through lies.
Bush polls have tanked; we wished he'd depart
With Blair, Bush's poodle toy.
Bush's poodle sent from London
Words to hide the phony war scam through Bush's pseudo-ploy.
(repeat verses)
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" by James Cagney)
Satire about British Prime Minister Tony Blair, now ont he defensive, exposed by the leaked Downing Street memos as being a willing conspirator to lie to Bush's phony reasons for war on Iraq
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(instrumental intro)
Bush's cranky poodle, Tony...
A cranky poodle Brits despise.
Obsequious follower of Bush's scam:
War on Iraq, sold through lies.
Bush polls have tanked; we wished he'd depart
With Blair, Bush's poodle toy.
Bush's poodle sent from London
Words to hide the phony war scam through Bush's pseudo-ploy.
(repeat verses)
Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Shrub (Small Tree)
Song parody originally posted August 10, 2003...
Lied 'Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)
As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:
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(instrumental intro)
Polls suck at home; I'm bidin' time.
Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine.
But if things don't get better, selling new wars sets me free.
Though I don't know what to do, neocons want me.
Neocons want me.
I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war (and got a war) for me.
(brief instrumental break)
"Conniver!" world screamed at me.
But I really couldn't care, 'cause I don't see.
Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key.
A lie 'bout yellow cake uranium got war for me.
My war, I sold with ease...
I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war (and got a war) for me.
(instrumental break)
Now the whole damned world is jeering...
'Cause they don't believe in me...
My lie 'bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me.
They're dumb at home...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
(fade)
"...Every time, for every purpose: 9-11"
Song parody originally posted June 9, 2003
Burn! Burn! Burn!
(Sung to the tune of "Turn! Turn! Turn" (To Everything There Is A Season) by The Byrds)
(As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:)
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(instrumental intro)
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
One time I'd worn: Osama would die.
No time - I can't: he's hiding too deep.
Need time to kill, for my polls to heal.
In time, my staff will call my veep.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
Regimes to build up, regimes to break down.
Regimes likes France, regimes that are foreign.
Regimes to cast away bombs.
Regimes we'll blast and bomb together.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
A time for war, no time for peace.
A time to love, this time of hate.
In time, I will erase.
War crimes from your brains, I'm erasing.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
In time, I'll gain; in time, can't lose.
In time, pretend; in time, I'll crow.
In time, you'll love this time of hate.
No time for peace - make war, let's celebrate.
(instrumental fade)
Song parody originally posted June 9, 2003
Burn! Burn! Burn!
(Sung to the tune of "Turn! Turn! Turn" (To Everything There Is A Season) by The Byrds)
(As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
One time I'd worn: Osama would die.
No time - I can't: he's hiding too deep.
Need time to kill, for my polls to heal.
In time, my staff will call my veep.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
Regimes to build up, regimes to break down.
Regimes likes France, regimes that are foreign.
Regimes to cast away bombs.
Regimes we'll blast and bomb together.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
A time for war, no time for peace.
A time to love, this time of hate.
In time, I will erase.
War crimes from your brains, I'm erasing.
Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9-11.
In time, I'll gain; in time, can't lose.
In time, pretend; in time, I'll crow.
In time, you'll love this time of hate.
No time for peace - make war, let's celebrate.
(instrumental fade)
Pack The Court
(Sung to the tune of "Rock The Boat" by The Hues Corporation)
With Sandra Day O'Connor retiring from the United States Supreme Court, and ailing Chief Justice William Rhenquist expected to follow, Bush's right wing base are yammering to pack the Supreme Court with right wing fundamentalists
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(instrumental intro)
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...
Ever since the era of Shrub began,
So much sleaze spilled out like a gusher through this land.
Bush's "charm" is really rife with hypocrisy.
Bush didn't win, because the race defrauded you and me.
The Shrub's non-leadership has set in motion:
Wars now failing, human cargo tortured, crony promotion.
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...
Up to now, he's failed; screwed every norm
Of human rights, when suspects are "rendered," get deformed.
Sleaze and greed have right wing strength, opposed to you
Our rights were stripped away through fear by Shrub, and he's not through.
The Shrub's non-leadership has set in motion:
Wars now failing, human cargo tortured, crony promotion.
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...
(repeat refrain and chorus - fade out)
(Sung to the tune of "Rock The Boat" by The Hues Corporation)
With Sandra Day O'Connor retiring from the United States Supreme Court, and ailing Chief Justice William Rhenquist expected to follow, Bush's right wing base are yammering to pack the Supreme Court with right wing fundamentalists
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...
Ever since the era of Shrub began,
So much sleaze spilled out like a gusher through this land.
Bush's "charm" is really rife with hypocrisy.
Bush didn't win, because the race defrauded you and me.
The Shrub's non-leadership has set in motion:
Wars now failing, human cargo tortured, crony promotion.
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...
Up to now, he's failed; screwed every norm
Of human rights, when suspects are "rendered," get deformed.
Sleaze and greed have right wing strength, opposed to you
Our rights were stripped away through fear by Shrub, and he's not through.
The Shrub's non-leadership has set in motion:
Wars now failing, human cargo tortured, crony promotion.
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...
(repeat refrain and chorus - fade out)
Sunday, July 03, 2005
One Battle, Two Battles
(Sung to the tune of "One Paddle, Two Paddle" by Don Ho)
Sandra Day O'Connor has recently announced her retirement from the United States Supreme Court, triggering a frenzy of political activity seeking to influence pResident Bush's nomination to fill her vacancy. Also looming is a future replacement for ailing Chief Supremo William Rhenquist
(instrumental intro)
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left.
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.
Sandra Day O'Connor... will retire
From the Supreme Court.
Bush will pick a new judge... to serve a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.
Right wing wants more powers,
Still more powers; to force the way things go.
Supreme Court appointments... will last a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.
Rhenquist may retire... soon retire...
From the Supreme Court.
Bush will pick a new judge... to serve a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left.
Future judges all must pass.... their litmus test.
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
(Sung to the tune of "One Paddle, Two Paddle" by Don Ho)
Sandra Day O'Connor has recently announced her retirement from the United States Supreme Court, triggering a frenzy of political activity seeking to influence pResident Bush's nomination to fill her vacancy. Also looming is a future replacement for ailing Chief Supremo William Rhenquist
(instrumental intro)
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left.
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.
Sandra Day O'Connor... will retire
From the Supreme Court.
Bush will pick a new judge... to serve a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.
Right wing wants more powers,
Still more powers; to force the way things go.
Supreme Court appointments... will last a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.
Rhenquist may retire... soon retire...
From the Supreme Court.
Bush will pick a new judge... to serve a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left.
Future judges all must pass.... their litmus test.
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
A Must-Read Essay!
Baby George in the Land of the Bubble People
By Phil Rockstroh, Online Journal
July 2, 2005—In the early 1970s, when George W. Bush was shirking his National Guard duties in Alabama, state Republican Party insiders tagged him with the moniker, "The Texas Soufflé," due to his habitual arrogance, ceaseless indulgence in braggadocio, and preening sense of privilege and entitlement...
http://www.onlinejournal.com/Commentary/070205Rockstroh/070205rockstroh.html
Baby George in the Land of the Bubble People
By Phil Rockstroh, Online Journal
July 2, 2005—In the early 1970s, when George W. Bush was shirking his National Guard duties in Alabama, state Republican Party insiders tagged him with the moniker, "The Texas Soufflé," due to his habitual arrogance, ceaseless indulgence in braggadocio, and preening sense of privilege and entitlement...
http://www.onlinejournal.com/Commentary/070205Rockstroh/070205rockstroh.html
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