Satire about Snoopgate, the new scandal engulfing Bush, who used 9-11 to order widespread secret spying by the National Security Agency on American citizens without authorization by the federal 1978 Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act, Congress, or the federal courts

Spying
(Sung to the tune of "Crying" by Roy Orbison)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya to the American people, defending his police state:

You've had no rights... for a while...
9-1-1's been a while.
My new laws then took flight;
I rule our land so tight.
Freedoms dropped, as I said "No"
I told my snoops, "Do well... but do not tell."
On you, they're spy-y-y-ing.
Yes, it's true.
Spy-y-y-ing... yes, it's true
Those who said I'm wrong
Have no standing, 'cause I condone...
Condone more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing;
My war time powers... are grand;
It's my crutch... for command.
War got me spying.

I first denied... that it was true.
But, it's true... so, screw you.
I'd love more Mideast war, with the press as whore.
Stop snarling, or you, I'll screw-ew...
If you don't love me...
I'll have my... snoops see...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Spy-y-y-ing... spyin' on you...
Your rights are gone.
And from... this moment on...
Want more spying...
Spying... spying... spy-ing...
Spy...ing.
More... spy...ing.

Click link below to see and hear a
Hilariously "Edited" Speech By Bush To Congress
(What he really meant to say to the America and to the world)

Cheney Gets To Play Grinch, Bush Maxes Out

Ann Coulter Loves George (W) of the Bungle

'Twas The Night Before Fitzmas
https://lists.portside.org/pipermail/portside/Week-of-Mon-20051024/008499.html

Even then, Bush has nothing between his ears

Bush The King, An Arrogant Czar
(Sung to the tune of "We Three Kings Of Orient Are">

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Bush, the King, an arrogant czar.
World rifts, 'cause he's gone too far.
Troop deaths mountin' - Bush ain't countin'.
For torture, he's lowered the bar...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Crowned a king, with Cheney (his brain)
War he'll bring, with torturers' pain.
War forever, ceasing never,
So bogus is Bush's reign...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Common sense and truth? No, he'll lie.
Bush makes war, more of our troops die.
Hell we're raising, Shrub, we're hazing.
'Cause bullsh*tting gets him by...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Blurs the line in laws to resume
Taking life in torturer's room.
Bombing, spying, bleeding, dying,
Truth sealed in a stone cold tomb...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

War-time powers for Bush and his Vice.
Clings to power without sacrifice.
Inept rulers, none are crueler
Than Bush, Rummy, Dick, and Rice...

Czar's big blunder: Iraq fight.
Czar wants loyalty to might.
For war, pleading, still proceeding.
Earned us scorn and world's spite.

Bush Tossed The Torture Ceiling
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'" by The Righteous Brothers

Satire about Bush and his campaign to defend the use of torture while trying to deny that torture exists and has become official U.S. policy under his rogue regime, considered war crimes in violation of the Geneva Conventions.

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Wore hoods to close their eyes,
They've been tortured; their bodies ripped.
That's Bush's torture mess.
He used war to have their rights stripped.
He's lying hard, but we know Bush Baby...
Bush Baby... he's got to go, 'cause...

Bush tossed... the torture ceiling.
There's no more torture ceiling.
Bush tossed the torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Gulags 'round the world.

His regime welcomes crooks.
We despise Bush's right wing coup.
The press is starting to
Criticize everything he'll do.
In Iraq, our troops still die, Bush Baby.
Bush Baby... stop his bullsh*t and lying.

Bush tossed... the torture ceiling.
There's no more torture ceiling.
Bush tossed the torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Gulags 'round the world.

Hate Bush Baby... for his crown, just sleaze will do.
For cronies only, profits; right wing point of view.
We loathe the Shrub, the Shrub,
The Shrub, let's impeach, send away.
He won't, won't, won't,
Let power slip, go away.

Crazy (Crazy), Crazy (crazy),
His culture of sleaze (sleaze),
His culture of sleaze (sleaze),
Serves greed, the Shrub (serves greed, the Shrub)
Serves greed, the Shrub (serves greed, the Shrub)
Pre-emptive attack (pre-emptive attack)
Pre-emptive attack (pre-emptive attack)

Attacked the torture ceiling.
War means no torture ceiling.
Bush attacked torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Torture far beyond what Geneva says...

Attacked the torture ceiling.
War means no torture ceiling.
Bush attacked torture ceiling.
What's he spawned... spawned... spawned?
Torture far beyond what Geneva says...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Wrecking Ball Is Bush's Folly
(Sung to the tune of "Deck The Hall")

*POTUS = President Of The United States

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Wrecking ball is Bush's folly.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
'Tis for treason, Rove's not jolly.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Right wing Congress now imperiled.
Folly from Dunce-In-Chief Dubya.
Rolling now, Patrick Fitzgerald.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.

He's a war-crazed fool, our POTUS.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Not too sharp; you can't help notice.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Torturing beyond all measure.
Folly from Dunce-In-Chief Dubya.
Iraq fell, for oil treasure.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.

Cast away these right-wing asses.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Stuck in qWagmire, like molasses.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.
Should impeach them all together.
Folly from Dunce-In-Chief Dubya.
Needless slaughter, hell-for-leather.
Folly from the Shrub named Dubya.


Warmonger George Dubya Bush

Shipped As Freight Were Our Dead U.S. Marines
(Sung to the tune of "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles)

Satire about the Bush Administration's recently-exposed, outrageous practice of shipping the bodies of slain U.S. Marines home from Iraq marked as "freight" on commercial airliners

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In Iraq, it's all war-torn...
There's no master plan; Bush failed, you see.
He is cold 'bout loss of life;
How they handled our... dead marines.

War has failed... for the Dim Son.
Oil impounded... for $ea of green.
Coffins flying back on planes...
In their cargo holds... our dead marines.

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

Right wing friends... were all aboard.
Sold his lies to them... to make war.
Has no plan... except to stay...
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Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

Abu Ghraib; contractor sleaze;
Bush has lied to us... to service greed.
Has no clue, and won't be seen...
At the funerals of... dead marines.

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.
Shipped as freight were our dead U.S. marines,
Dead U.S. marines, dead U.S. marines.

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Freight Planes
(Sung to the tune of "Freight Train" by Elizabeth Cotten)

Satire about the Bush Administration's recently-exposed, outrageous practice of shipping the bodies of slain U.S. Marines home from Iraq marked as "freight" on commercial airliners

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Freight planes, freight planes, bodies come back.
Freight planes, freight planes, shipped from Iraq.
Sent as freight, coffins coming home;
Our fallen heroes, Bush's pawns.

Our war dead have hidden graves.
Bush's war crimes, right wing raves.
Bush won't own up to war defeat.
He'll tell us all he's still in deep.

Our troops die; there's nary a peep.
Bush won't attend funerals; he's a creep.
Crowds would jeer at him all the time;
Because he keeps telling lies.

Freight planes, freight planes, bodies come back.
Freight planes, freight planes, shipped from Iraq.
Sent as freight, coffins coming home;
Our fallen heroes, Bush's pawns.

Bush quoted, regarding renewing the Patriot Act:
"I don't give a goddamn. I'm the President and the Commander-in-Chief. Do it my way. Stop throwing the Constitution in my face. It's just a goddamned piece of paper!"

Link to story: http://www.capitolhillblue.com/artman/publish/article_7779.shtml

What We Want For Fitzmas Is For Bush To Leave
(Sung to the tune of "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth" by Spike Jones)

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What we want for Fitzmas is for Bush to leave,
For Bush to leave, for Bush to leave.
If Patrick Fitzgerald causes Bush to leave
With Cheney, we'll have a Merry Fitzmas.

Five years too long, that Bush has stayed;
Warmonger commanding all our missiles.
Scandals piled; made him look weak.
He hides and he just bristles.

What we want for Fitzmas is for Bush to leave,
For Bush to leave, for Bush to leave.
If Patrick Fitzgerald causes Bush to leave
With Cheney, we'll have a Merry Fitzmas.

(instrumental break)

Five years too long, that Bush has stayed;
Warmonger commanding all our missiles.
Scandals piled and made him weak.
He hides and he just bristles.

What we want for Fitzmas is for Bush to leave,
For Bush to leave, for Bush to leave.
If Patrick Fitzgerald causes Bush to leave
With Cheney, we'll have a Merry Fitzmas.

Bush Would Cause More Bombing Of Towns
(Sung to the tune of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town")

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He's going to spout... another big lie.
He's going all out; more people will die.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

And when he gets pissed, he'll take no advice.
Shuts everyone out, but Laura and Rice.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

Deceit now has him reaping
Bad polls; made big mistakes.
Bush chose to to bomb Iraq; he should
(would be good) suffer big aches. So,

He's going to spout... another big lie.
He's going all out; more people will die.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

More scandals now swarm to mute the war drums.
Dick in cahoots (war profits for chums).
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

His slurring of vowels, befuddled looks, too,
Are telling all folks that Bush the Czar's through.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

To win Iraq as oil land,
Bush wants immunity
For torturers employed;
Denounce his wars crimes hyporisy. Whoa!

He's going to spout... another big lie.
He's going all out; more people will die.
Bush would cause more bombing of towns.

Condi Rice and Her Blizzard of Lies About Torture

Why Condi Rice defends torture...

All I Want For Christmas Is For Bush To Leave

New Lies From Dubya B
(Sung to the tune of "Shoo, Fly")

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New lies from Dubya B,
New lies from Dubya B,
New lies from Dubya B,
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Truth dies with Dubya B,
Truth dies with Dubya B,
Truth dies with Dubya B,
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Troops die for Dubya B,
Troops die for Dubya B,
Troops die for Dubya B,
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

Despised, G. Dubya B.
Despised, G. Dubya B.
Despised, G. Dubya B.
His war's wrong, and it's so bloody.

To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.
To steal... to steal...
To steal oil from Iraq.

The Governator sings "These Are The People In My Neighborhood."
Click on the street sign below to watch a hilarious Flash animation parody of Sesame Street

Torture... 'Tis the reason Cheney's jolly

Bush is now radioactive on the G.O.P. campaign trail

Poppy Bush had 1000 points of light; Poppy Seed has 1000 points of failure