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Dick Cheney Shot His Gun
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)

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Dick Cheney shot his gun... and missed.
No quail did he hit;
Hit Whittington and he nearly died.
(Should Cheney have guns?)

Denying what he'd done, Dick lied;
Answers to cops refused.
He kept on ducking, and wouldn't say.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...

Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...

Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

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Click HERE to watch David Letterman's hilarious satire of Dick Cheney's shooting incident

Dick's Bad Shot Cannot Be Fixed
(Sung to the tune of "The First Cut Is The Deepest" by Rod Stewart)

Satire about Dick Cheney's ill-fated shotgun shooting of fellow hunter Harry Whittington

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Dick Cheney's birdshot went to Harry's heart;
His canned quail hunt has been torn apart.
Cheney's faking got roasted on the spot.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.

George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.

Shrub still wants Cheney by his side
Just to help him lead the cheers when he lied.
Shrub's the Fuhrer, but Cheney's his guide.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.

George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...

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Who Shot The Lawyer? My Shot Gun
(Sung to the tune of "I Fought The Law" by the Bobby Fuller Four)

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As sung by Vice President Dick Cheney, who seriously wounded 78-year old lawyer Harry Whittington with his shotgun during a hunting trip in Texas, but refused to take blame for the incident:

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I need some cover for what I'd done.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

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I need excuses, 'cause I had none.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

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Birdshot hit Harry, and he's wounded bad.
News got out, though I spun.
This is the worst mess I've ever had.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

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Out huntin' quail just to have fun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

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The press gone crazy, and they're not done.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

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Birdshot hit Harry, and he's wounded bad.
News got out, though I spun.
This is the worst mess I've ever had.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

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Elmer Dudd Strikes Again!

BUSH: "You are getting slee-ee-eepier... slee-ee-eepier..."

AMERICAN PUBLIC: "Bush is getting cree-ee-eepier... cree-ee-eepier..."

Check the dates on the bust - proof that Bush wants to be Emperor-for-life?

Bubble-Boy Bush Gets Skewered At Coretta Scott King's Funeral

Play the Dick Cheney Quail Hunt Game!

Elmer Dud? Dick Cheney Accidentally Shoots 78-Year Old Hunter and Campaign Contributor



http://www.democrats.com/node/7817

Dick Cheney’s Top 10 Excuses For Shooting Fellow Hunter
By Bob Geiger

From the home office in blue-state New York, here’s Vice President Dick Cheney’s top 10 excuses for shooting fellow hunter Harry Whittington on Saturday:

10. Sick and tired of Whittington’s “Hey, I’m having a heart attack” jokes

9. Pushed over edge by Dixie Chicks and Streisand blasting on pick-up truck stereo

8. Ongoing dispute over whether it’s acceptable to torture quail before shooting them

7. Thought he saw Michael Moore on other side of tree line

6. Bombed out of his gourd on Wild Turkey and Lone Star Beer

5. Companion’s ill-advised decision to wear Moveon.org sweatshirt

4. Was trying to impress Jodie Foster

3. Whittington’s repeated ribbing that Bush is actually the “real president”

2. Targeting scope on rifle made by Halliburton

And the number one excuse given by Dick Cheney for almost blowing away hunting companion Harry Whittington…

1. Because he’s a wartime vice president, damn it

More of Bob Geiger's work can be found at BobGeiger.com

Bury Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush, advocating absolute power for himself while ignoring the supreme law of the land that is the U.S. Constitution:

Bury Constitution... Don't need it at all...
Bury Constitution... or my regime will fall...
No if's, but's, or maybe's... my power grab is fast.
Had six years of good luck... my power will last.

If you're aggrieved 'bout kings...
And how I run this land...
Then you'll suffer!
Constitution goes away...

Bury Constitution... it's for other lands.
Rid me of the problems... disrupting my plans.
Power is a great dream... keeps me goin' strong.
You don't want to praise me?! You will, before long!

If you're aggrieved 'bout kings...
And how I run this land...
Then you'll suffer!
Constitution goes away...

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Bury Constitution! Nothin' more to say...
Bury Constitution! It's standing in my way...
No if's, but's, or maybe's... my power grab is fast.
Had six years of good luck... my power will last.

If you're aggrieved 'bout kings...
And how I run this land...
Then you'll suffer!
Constitution goes away...

(repeat chorus and fade)

An Utter Moron
(Sung to the tune of "The Other Woman" by Ray Parker Jr.)

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Chorus:
Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

He's rich; no "average guy."
He fooled around all his life; let it slide.
Never thought he would amount to much.
Now who rules the world? A shrub out of touch.

Who would have thought Shrub's right wing band
Could pull a coup and turn to rot, our land?
It's a Bush monarchy;
A trip to hell from Shrub.

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

Bush crows, "No rules; it's my game!"
A twit-dunce, who never takes blame.
If he were clever, Iraqi War
That he had to have wouldn't fail so much more

All his staff just clam up tight.
They know he's a fool, and they stay out of sight.
Bush lost debates, he had to cheat.
And we'll feel better, if he's beat.

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

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The Plame Affair, as we speak,
For Cheney, it's never looked so bleak.
Libby's going down, before long.
Scandals hit home; give Bush the gong!
Bush was busy playin' guitar
While New Orleans got drowned.

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

Dumb braindead Bushies out there
Who just fell for Shrub (fell for Shrub)
He's an utter moron (he's an utter moron), low...
He's an utter moron (he's an utter moron), low...

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

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Bush Wants To Spy - It's Illegal
(Sung to the tune of "Fly Like An Eagle" by the Steve Miller Band)

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Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...

Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?
Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?

Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
King is he.
Spy; it's illegal.
We don't want his monarchy.
Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
There should be
An anti-Bush revolution.

Power-crazy... propaganda and deceit.
Killing children... through bombs and napalm heat.
Unhoused people... still living in the street.
No, no... Shrub's no solution!

Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
King is he.
Spy; it's illegal.
We don't want his monarchy.
Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
There should be
An anti-Bush revolution.

Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?
Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?

Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....

Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
King is he.
Spy; it's illegal.
We don't want his monarchy.
Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
There should be
An anti-Bush revolution.

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Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...

Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?
Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?

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Before Michael "Heckuva Job" Brown, fellow Bush crony Joe Allbaugh ran FEMA and gutted it into utter incompetence

Another year, another State of the B.S.

Originally posted on January 30, 2004

The unelected fraud gives us his State of the Campaign (er, Union) - platitudes and attitudes of mass distraction to divert attention from Bush's QWagmire and wrecked economy

Bush's State of the Union
(Sung to the tune of "Mother And Child Reunion" by Paul Simon)

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Bullsh*t's all he'll give; this false dope.
Regime change, Election Day.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

We can't see the lives that he
Is taking through war each day.
Iraqi oil, takes for free.
WMD's "got away."
"Stay the course during war time," runs...
Over and over again.

Bullsh*t's all he'll give; this false dope.
Regime change, Election Day.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

Bush sheep still believe him so.
To the world, seems strange today.
Our prestige now laid so low.
Oil war in a serious way.
"Stay the course during war time," runs...
Over and over again.

Bullsh*t's all he'll give; this false dope.
Regime change, Election Day.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

"Doctor, doctor, gimme the news... I got a... bad case of troop abuse..."

Monarchy (Malarkey) Accomplished

The Day The Earth Stood Still

Originally posted September 11, 2005

Denounced, The Despised Dim Son
(Sung to the tune of "House Of The Rising Sun" by The Animals)

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He is denounced in New Orleans;
We all despise Dim Son;
We must pin the ruin on Crawford's "chore boy."
Vacation King just spun.

Another bout of failure;
Fiasco by all means;
Didn't follow through or have a plan.
Drowned was New Orleans.

Shrub's a clueless king; a city bleeds;
When the levees broke, got sunk.
Yet he took his time, said he's satisfied
With the job Brown did, which stunk.

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Dead mothers and drowned children;
What our foolish leader's done.
Expended lives, spread sheer misery.
Bush denounced, despised Dim Son.

Bush is no good; you can't transform
His regime; which justs spreads blame.
You can't bring back old New Orleans.
Bush errors; lives were claimed.

He is denounced in New Orleans;
We all despise Dim Son;
We must pin the ruin on Crawford's "chore boy."
Vacation King just spun.

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