Heinous
(Sung to the tune of "Venus" by Shocking Blue)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush is a monumental flop,
Squirming 'cause this duck is lame.
Now plummeting, fealty to Shrub.
So heinous is his name.

He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!

(instrumental break)

No weapons in Iraq, just lies.
Making war was Bush's plan.
Black gold, the Far Right's true cause.
Now heeds no one else; he's mad. (War!)

He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!

(instrumental break)

He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!

(instrumental ending)

The Decider
(Sung to the tune of "The Letter" by The Boxtops)

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(instrumental intro)

When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby's says he's "The Decider."

He don't care how much money he's gonna spend.
He'll stay the course in Iraq without end.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."

Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!

When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."

Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!

When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."

Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."

(instrumental intro)

Rove Is Looking For His Touch
(Sung to the tune of "Tush" by ZZ Top)

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(instrumental intro)

He f**ked up!
They went down.
G.O.P. burned to the ground.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... (uh-oh!)
House and Senate both went down.
Rove ain't looking good to Bush.

It's all bad!
Nothing's good!
Voters told them where they stood.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.

(guitar break)

Bush's pack? Send 'em home!
All by himself, all alone.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.

(repeat and fade)

Bush says "Let's Play Hangman!"

Banish Bush

How Far Bush Has Fallen

Thinking hard, or hardly thinking?

Impeach Bush, The Right Wing Czar
(Sung to the tune of "Drive My Car" by The Beatles)

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(instrumental intro)

Ask the world 'bout George Dubya B:
They said, "Bush Baby's... blind; can't see!
Warmonger! Heinous! A travesty!"
World condemnation still remains unseen.

Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!

To save the world now, our prospects ain't good.
Science? Bush Baby misunderstood.
Working for wingnuts, appalling war crimes.
Removing Bush brings us better times.

Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!

Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!

(instrumental break)

Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!

Bush told the world they must do things his way.
He wouldn't listen to what they had to say.
Bush got his war; Iraq's breaking apart.
He's Bush The Warmonger, more wars he'd start.

Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!

Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!

Impeachment Hell
(Sung to the tune of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley)

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Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!

Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!

Although Bush once was touted,
His regime's met its doom.
His broken party Congress now cries
With losers' gloom.

Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!

The world's hate, he's sowing,
For Shrub's Iraq attack.
The memos out from Downing Street
Made liars of his pack.

Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!

(instrumental break)

Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!

Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!

Good Riddance To The Gingrichites
CBS' Dick Meyer: GOP 'Chess Club' Ruled The House For 12 Years And Won't Be Missed

Excerpt:
"...The iconic figures of this era were Newt Gingrich, Richard Armey and Tom Delay. They were zealous advocates of free markets, low taxes and the pursuit of wealth; they were hawks and often bellicose; they were brutal critics of big government.

Yet none of these guys had success in capitalism. None made any real money before coming to Congress. None of them spent a day in uniform. And they all spent the bulk of their adult careers getting paychecks from the big government they claimed to despise. Two resigned in disgrace.

Having these guys in charge of a radical conservative agenda was like, well, putting Mark Foley in charge of the Missing and Exploited Children Caucus. Indeed, Foley was elected in the Class of '94 and is not an inappropriate symbol of their regime.

More than the others, Newton Leroy Gingrich lived out a very special hypocrisy. In addition to the above biographical dissonance, Gingrich was one of the most sharp-tongued, articulate and persuasive attack dogs in modern politics. His favorite target was the supposed immorality and corruption of the Democratic Party. With soaring rhetoric, he condemned his opponents as anti-American and dangerous to our country's family values — "grotesque" was a favorite word.

Yet this was a man who was divorced twice — the first time when his wife was hospitalized for cancer treatment, the second time after an affair was revealed."

GOP Wailing Over Their Election Debacle

Sen. Trent Lott (R-MS) Returns as MINORITY Whip

They Lost And Now They're Reeling
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers)

The perfect storm of a lost war in Iraq, scandals, and corruption cause voters to reject Bush's policies, as the Republicans lose both the House and Senate, leaving Bush a lame (dead) duck

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(instrumental intro)

Voters exposed the lies of his war, while more scandal drips.
Our nation's rudderless; Bush is sore, as his power slips.
Shrub's lying hard, but he's blown it (did he!)
Bush Baby, voters have shown it...

They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!

Rumsfeld, a war-crime crook we despise,
Likewise, W.
The press is starting to criticize everything he'll do.
Bush now wants more secret spying (does he?)
Bush Baby, now your regime is dying.

They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!

Hey, Bush Baby... your Congress gone because of you.
Voters no longer love you, like they used to do... (yeah!)
Rejected Shrub... the Shrub... the Shrub, this past election day.
And Rove... Rove... Rove... Rove let it slip away!

Fading (fading)... fading (fading)...
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)

Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....

Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....

(repeat refrain and fade)

Al's Revenge... Bush and Rummy Get Gored During Mid-Term Elections

Bush Gets Slapped In The Recent Elections

When Rummy Comes Marching Home
(To the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan

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When Rummy comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll say he is a brilliant man
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Republicans will pretend to sob
And Bush will say 'heckuva job'
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home

The body bags we'll pile high
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Facts we don't like we will deny
Hurray! Hurrah!
Republicans will sing his praise
And talk of progress every day
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home

Get ready for the legacy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
A quagmire no victory
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home

Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2006 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.

Code Red! GOP Loses Both Houses of Congress!

The name says it all

Bush Daddy To The Rescue...In the aftermath of the disastrous mid-term elections, Bush Daddy and his gang are now trying to salvage Dubya's presi-dunce-y

Parody originally written on May 10, 2002:

Bush Daddy To The Rescue
(Sung to the tune of "Jim Dandy" by Black Oak Arkansas)

(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)

(instrumental intro)

(Chorus)
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

He had Dubya installed on top.
Junior hates the heat; he'll flop.
Daddy Bush is the power source.
Helps Dubya ride his horse.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

They took over the world, by coup.
Little George don't know what to do.
Dick Cheney helps him get by.
There isn't anything the Right won't try.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

Out joy riding on a submarine:
Bush's donors thought it was so keen.
Then they rammed a boat, which cost nine lives.
Captain took the rap, so Bush survives.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

Nineteen terrorists all took great pains
To hit buildings with hijacked airplanes.
Bush had business ties of ill repute,
Now the Carlyle Group are gettin' loot.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!

(repeat chorus and fade)

Lame Duck Bush faces 2 years of hell with Democratic-controlled Congress

Lame Duck Bush now quacking in his boots with Democratic controlled House

Bush Monkeys Belong In the Zoo, Not the White House!

Impeach Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, & the Busheviks

Choke On A Pretzel
An original song written and performed by Brian R. Krause
(click on the title link above to hear Brian's MP3 recording)

In California and in New England
'Round the Great Lakes proud and blue
In the big cities we hear the people
Listen, and you'll hear them, too
The first time wasn't far enough
For someone known for standin' tough
We're waiting for the moment when
Your chance comes 'round again

Chorus:
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!

Not by a missile or an explosion
Or from some birds with the flu
Not by some water, flooding or poisoned
Or air with too much CO2

The irony would just get lost
And snack food has the lowest cost
The greatest chance of getting through
This wish we have for you

Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!

Leave The White House! Bush, You've Failed!
(Sung to the tune of "A White Shade Of Pale" by Procul Harum)

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(organ intro)

The Ripper, Bush, has strangled...
Our democracy; no more.
All while stealing power, he's sick.
His crowd calls out, "More war!"

His doom is coming, harder.
Through elections, he will pay.
He'll be thrown out; and his power we'll shrink.
He'll face impeachment day.

And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!

(organ break)

He made war for no reason.
Hid the truth, from A to Z.
Through war, plundered oil; while slaying, scarred...
Iraq, no democracy.

While Mark Foley's weird perversions
Turn Republicans to toast.
Karl Rove, through lies, is hopin'
The next elections don't make him a ghost.

And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!

(organ break)

And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!

(instrumental ending)

Dubya the Lame Duck

Hit A Road Block
(Sung to the tune of "Hit The Road, Jack" by Ray Charles)

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(instrumental intro)

Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...

They're morons, they're morons; George Bush and his team.
They're a team of dumb morons; more war is their dream.
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)

Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...

Bush Baby, Bush Baby, takin' heat now today.
Our rights attacked, before Election Day
(Don't care whom he screws, nor if he's understood;
Only those with money, Bush considers good.)
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)

Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...

(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)

(fade)

Drop Bush, Not the Constitution

If evolution is outlawed, then only outlaws will evolve.

Rolling Stone magazine proclaims The Worst Congress Ever - How our national legislature has become a stable of thieves and perverts -- in five easy steps

Unacceptable
(Sung to the tune of "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole)

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[Inspired by a Washington Post article entitled Bush Confounded by the 'Unacceptable' - President Wields Word More Freely as His Frustration Rises and His Influence Ebbs]

(instrumental intro)

"Unacceptable!" proclaimed the czar.
"Unacceptable!" Bush can't get far.
Always wrong, the Shrub still clings to see:
Power bought; rich friends get things for free.
His Iraq War, breeds resistance that's...

Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.

(instrumental interlude)

Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.

Meet the F*ckups

Vile King
(Sung to the tune of "Wild Thing" by The Troggs)

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(instrumental intro)

Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, your brain's puny!
Vile king!

Vile king, the world loathes you.
Impeachment, we know's the cure.
Neo-cons for whom you fight:
We loathe you!

(instrumental break)

Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, you're brain's puny!
Vile king!

Vile king, we think you're looney.
Impeachment, we know's the cure.
You've fallen down from your height.
You're looney!

(instrumental break)

Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, you're brain's puny!
Vile king!

(repeat last verse and fade)

Foley Went Down
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")

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(instrumental intro)

The GOP's squawkin' 'bout looming defeat
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Ignited a scandal for which they take heat
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Foley's on-line encounters are stuff we read now
Say they, "Foley went down!"
All their excuses failed, they cry, "That's enough, now!"
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Foley's party in anguish, this election year.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Shot with their own arrow, by scandals, they fear.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Revelations unzippered, how far did it go?
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Did much harm, so much harm; this scandal won't slow.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Bad, the way things are going for the G.O.P.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Foley's scandal has triggered a meltdown, we see.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Flush the House of their racket that went way too far.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Now fate's knocked them down; hypocrites, what they are.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Why Dennis Hastert's excuses about his role in hiding the Foley scandal don't pass the smell test...

Bush Greases The Slippery Slope Towards Torture

What's Mark Foley's favorite game?
Answer: FLIP THE PAGE.

"How Do You Sleep?"Anti-Bush audio MP3 parodies, lyrics written and performed by Timarg (Sung to the tune of "How Do You Sleep?" by John Lennon). Thanks, Tim!

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Bush The Torture-Killer

Foley Hits Wrong Button, Nukes GOP

Dump Dennis Hastert (R-IL)! Impeach Bush! (R-Idiot)

Fox News "fair and balanced"?! NOT!!! On three occasions, Fox News labeled disgraced Republican Congressman Mark Foley (R-FL), who resigned over sexually explicit communications with congressional pages, as a Democrat.

Friends don't let friends vote Republican

Imagine Bush's People
(Sung to the tune of "Imagine" by John Lennon)

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(instrumental intro)

Imagine Bush in prison
For war crimes, when he's tried.
It's hell for POTUS.
Started two wars, and lied.
Imagine Bush's people
Tried before the world.
(Ha, ha, Dubya...)

Imagine if our country
Told BushCo they were through.
No wars to kill or die for,
Wars 'bout religion, too.
Imagine Bush's people
Jailed to save the peace
(Bush coup now is through)

Some may say Chavez was a screamer.
For them, his speech wasn't fun.
But nowadays the whole world condemns us,
And the world calls Bush the Evil One.

Imagine how repression
Of our rights was planned.
Bush feeding greed, not hunger.
Defense of torture, panned.
Imagine Bush's people
Tried before the world.
(Bush coup now is through)

Some may say Chavez was a screamer
For them, his speech wasn't fun.
But nowadays the whole world condemns us,
And the world calls Bush the Evil One.

Folly Foley
(Sung to the tune of "Holly Holy" by Neil Diamond)

Satire inspired by Republican Congressman Mark Foley (R-FL), who resigned in disgrace over a sex scandal involving sexually explicit e-mails and Instant Messaging (IM) with congressional pages, and a 10 month long cover-up by many of the House Republican leadership. Ironically, Foley was the chairman of the House caucus on missing and exploited children and has long crusaded for tough laws against those who use the Internet for sexual exploitation of children.

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(instrumental intro)

Folly Foley lies.
He's a horny dude.
He has scrammed, for his scam.
His world has caved in.
Folly Foley.

Folly Foley's creamed.
Taunting him are boos.
Called him scum.
Dropped his run, 'cause he can't win, still.
Folly Foley.

(Sting!) Sting his wrong.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong for long.
(Sling!) Sling him out.
(Sting!) Sting his throng.
Scared!
Scared!
All was spun, Foley's dead in the sights,
And he's done, when the law strings him high.
Cover plan, those who squawked, uptight
'Cause their main man is gonna fry
Gonna fry...
Gonna fry...

Folly; Foley's flub:
Pages, lust ran wild.
And his seed
That was spilled, now is his sorrow.
Folly Foley.

Folly Foley's creamed.
Taunting him are boos.
Called him scum.
Dropped his run, 'cause he can't win, still.
Folly Foley.

(Sting!) Sting his wrong.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong for long.
(Sling!) Sling him out.
(Sting!) Sting his throng.
Scared!
Scared!
All was spun, Foley's dead in the sights,
And he's done, when the law strings him high.
Cover plan, those who squawked, uptight
'Cause their main man is gonna fry
Gonna fry...
Gonna fry...

Folly Foley screams,
'Cause he knows he's screwed.
Folly Foley's flub...
Folly Foley's flub...

(repeat last line and fade)

If I Were A Dictator
(Sung to the tune of "If I Were A Carpenter" by Johnny Cash)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:

If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.

I could torture and enslave,
And no one would mind me.
From terrorists plots, I'll save
You, if you'll follow blindly.

Making war through phoniness
Making war tomorrow
War rescues me from crony's mess.
I'll just spend and borrow.

Bombed Afghanistan, but good.
World doesn't love me.
Then I bombed Iraq, 'cause I could.
There's no one above me.

If I were a killer,
I could kill, by blinding...
People who get their news from Fox;
Shield truth from them finding.

If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.

Bush & His Merry Band of Torturers

Dubya's Iraq Quagmire
(Sung to the tune of "Light My Fire" by The Doors)

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(instrumental intro)

We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

(long instrumental break)

War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

(instrumental ending)

Chavez Was Mocking Bush At The U.N.
(Sung to the tune of "Somebody's Knockin' by Terri Gibbs)

Inspired by Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez, who excoriated Bush as "The Devil" in his speech at the United Nations, for aiding and abetting a right wing coup to overthrow him in Venezuela

Sorry, no MIDI music is available

(instrumental intro)

Chavez was mocking... Bush at the U.N.
Called him The Devil, a crook who's quite dim.
Bush really hates him, and so does his team.
The coups they tried didn't succeed.

Chavez was talkin' - he blistered G.B.
Disgrace is Shrub's face, in world history.
They're trouble-seekers, George Bush and his throng,
Who think they've done nothing wrong.

Bush wants to tap your telephone line,
To spy on how you're spendin your time... alone.
Wars Bush must have, by "heavenly right."
War fever's burnin,' "over there" we will fight, not home.

(instrumental interlude)

Chavez was mocking... Bush at the U.N.
Called him The Devil; a crook who's quite dim.
Bush really hates him, and so does his team.
The coups they tried didn't succeed.

Bush wants to tap your telephone line,
To spy on how you're spendin' your time... alone.
Wars Bush must have, by "heavenly right."
War fever's burnin,' "over there" we will fight, not home.

Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...

(repeat last line and fade)

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Attack of the 50-Foot Moron (Ann Coulter)

Right Wing Circular Logic

Let's Forget The Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush

(instrumental intro)

Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...

I grabbed powers; I want more!
Though the Supreme Court says they oppose
Holding prisoners of war.
Torture brings useful information
That I can use just to scare the nation.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!

Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...

Through my spy program, I'll see
Evil plans that you won't tell me.
How right brownshirts can be!
We can torture a man, we can make him choke,
If he's deemed a "threat" to me.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!

Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...

Torture prisons 'round the world:
Pris'ners go from "this," and they're sent to "that."
Let my spyin' program unfurl,
To tell me terrorists will attack; make us look weak,
So don't prattle on; don't dare to speak!
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!

Let's forget the... let's forget the...
Let's forget the... Constitution.
No Constitution!
No Constitution!
No Constitution!

(fade)

Dumb Fellow's Terror Charade
(Sung to the tune of "Longfellow Serenade" by Neil Diamond)

(instrumental intro)

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Dumb Fellow's terror charade;
War-making plans Bush laid.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer,
They'd keep us all afraid...

And Bush said he was born to bring right wing bliss.
Where he goes, crowds boo and hiss!
Bush loves his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.

Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.

Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."

He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.

(brief instrumental break)

Dumb Fellow's terror charade.
War-making plans Bush made.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer;
They'd keep us all afraid

And we must say, we loathe Bush as none before;
Loathed lying words for war.
Enriched his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.

Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.

Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."

He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.

How A Mouse Can Become A Shrub