Bush Wants The World
(Sung to the tune of "Joy To The World")
Parody lyrics by John E. Costello

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Bush wants the world, and every one.
George Bush wants to be King
Let everyone prepare his doom
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please, oh please just impeach him!

Bush wants the world, yet he still reigns
Dubya, he must pay
While war and bombs and dumb decisions
Repeat every day
Repeat every day
Repeat, repeat every day!

No more let death and tears grow
Nor bodies lay on the ground
This war was planned by him, we know
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as, far as, Bush is concerned!

He wants the world, he's a disgrace
And every one can prove
The stories of his stupidness
And that he has no love
And that he has no love
And that, that, he has no love.

Darth Invader

Fu**ing Up The Country
(Sung to the tune of "Goin' Up The Country" by Canned Heat)

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He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up more places; cookin' up more endless war.

He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
Let him jump in that water; he speaks bunk all the time.

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His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
All his f**k-ups are fightenin' - we all know he sure can't stay.

Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
He'd attack Iran, he's going to some day; but he can't even lead the U.S.A.
Bush will not take blame, for fu**k-ups to this day.

(instrumental solo)

Iraqis are running, and screaming, and dying.
We should impeach this man; Bush is out of time.

(instrumental solo)

This one-finger salute is brought to you courtesy of the Bush Administration

Abe Lincoln: "George, get off my lap and take a dump somewhere else!"

Bush: All I Want For Christmas Is Iran's Defeat

It's Bush's Sh*t
(Sung to the tune of "If This Is It" by Huey Lewis & The News)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush keeps droning...
Wants more warring.
Whole world says, "Hell, Bush, go home!"
No more Bush-messing
Would be a blessing.
Ruled by this fool for seven years long.
Hear more Bush lies; more war for oil stealing.
More troops will die; Bush says there's nothing wrong.
Bush will still try... to make up phony reasons.
Bush will not leave, without bein' relieved.

It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"

Bush ain't thinking.
He's back to drinking.
Dubya knows things are just not right.
He's still pretending
His reign's not ending.
He'll say anything to start up a fight.
Bush will just lie, war hell just feeds the greedy.
More troops will die; Bush tells us nothing's wrong.
Ever far-right; Shrub's way (there's no other).
Dubya must go, to face impeachment day.

It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"

(instrumental break)

It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"

(repeat chorus and fade)

Rudy Toot Brute

Those Who Don't Believe In Evolution Will Not Evolve


pResident Dead Wrong

Time to trim the Bushes from the White House lawn

He's Got No Business Being King
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler)

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(instrumental intro)

By Dick, Bush was told, "Stay in my shadow."
Supreme Court-installed and put in place.
Fascist intentions brought on-line, that's his way.
PATRIOT Act stole our rights blind.

Though Bush was a dunce, he basked in glory.
Executive power gathered strength.
For war, he would chase, to escape blame, before long.
For war, he's reviled; his cronies' gain.

Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.

Dissent disappeared; it went unnoticed.
Bush worked to install fear in your heart.
He covered up things to hide the truth, so you won't know it.
His brain has nothing; that's still true.

Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.

Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.

Continued Slaying And More Torture
(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)

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(instrumental intro)

Our crooked boss, bombing faraway lands...
Mired forever, there in Iraqi sand.
Cronies were greedy; war, Bush's answer.
The Bush cabal's war not going as they planned.

The mental midge; says, "Do things my way!"
Bush and the far right shrink from war zone.
They made it happen, oil wars they're scheming.
It doesn't matter that the world tells Bush, "No!"

Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!

Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.

So on and on... war keeps on running.
Bush approved torture and torture-lite.
Blood runs in rivers; for oil, to take it.
Bush ignored peace and alarms to fight.

Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!

Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.

Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!

Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.

(repeat and fade)

"I'm the Decider, and I don't give 2 bits 'bout yer opinion!"

pResident Bush, now hovering at the depths of a 24% public approval rating of his performance

The Portrait of Dubya-At-Play

"The Iraq War is largely about oil..." - Alan Greenspan, former Federal Reserve Chair under G. Dubya Bush

Dismiss Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Give Me Love" by George Harrison)

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(instrumental intro)

Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...

(instrumental riff)

This fake holds all our land,
Through armed might, war's what he planned to do...
Won't you please go, W?

Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...

(instrumental break)

Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...

Dismiss Shrub, dismiss Shrub,
Preserve peace on Earth
Preserve life, preserve life,
Preserve freedom, our worth
Legal rope, sack the Dope; corrupt mother lode
Lying to... just deceive you, it's...
Part of his goal...

The Bogus POTUS & His Fake War On "Terra"

Bush Unites The World (Against Him)

Hey, Bush Runs Iraq, Doesn't He?

The Whole World Will Celebrate The Day When Bush Is Leaving
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)

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The whole world will celebrate... the day when Bush is leavin'.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.
Bush has no faith in the people.
We're the people Bush let down.
Bush has learned no other way;
War, he'll carry on, anyhow.
War's what he's selling you...

The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The day when Bush is leaving.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.

Plundered land for the dollar bill;
Bloody dollar bills, Bush's way.
The Dim Son's defining monarchy,
And through fear, he'll stay.
War's what he's selling you...

The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
The day when Bush is leaving.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.

Impeach 'em all, Bush's crown.
Impeach and burn it aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...

Through his plans, Bush authored much sorrow.
Grab for power, authored through hate - oh, no
Let's not waste any time; reign in this swine; make him pay!
War's what he's selling you, the whole world will celebrate, yeah, yeah...
He'll never be forgiven.
The whole world will celebrate the day when Bush is leavin,' yeah.
The whole world will celebrate... Bush in prison for... li-i-ife.

Impeach 'em all, Bush's crown.
Impeach and burn it aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...
Yes, aground... yes, aground...

Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!
Bush... gone, world will celebra-a-ate!

(repeat refrain and fade)

Impeach George W!
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)

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(instrumental intro)

Who's leaving? Some more members of the Bush regime's team.
But Bush the Dunce won't wake up.
This dumb king even lost Rove (Bush's brain).
Shrub's rep gone down the drain.
He holds his drink to ease his pain.
For King Bush, trouble spread.
"Throw him out!" the words he'd dread.
Impeach George W! (Impeach George W!)

In mourning; troops' families are feeling
Bush doesn't know how to deal with
A war he just decided for himself.
Troops died to increase wealth.
Bush never talks about it.
Make Dubya go, let's shout it:
No more talk! Lower the boom!
Impeach George W! (Impeach George W!)

Impeach George W!
What are Democrats so afraid of?
They're afraid that they're not sure of
For war, there is no cure for.
Impeach George W!
Is it jello that they're made of?
It's not scurrilous to say:
Let's send Cheney-Bush away!

(instrumental break)

Impeach George W!
What are Democrats so afraid of?
They're afraid that they're not sure of
For war, there is no cure for.
Impeach George W!
Is it jello that they're made of?
It's not scurrilous to say:
Let's send Cheney-Bush away!

Relieve him... start impeachment now, and hurry.
'Cause George Dubya's trigger-happy.
Although we say, "George, go away!" he'll still
Start more wars with which to kill.
Can't let him stay around, George W.
Throw impeachment at his face!
Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!

Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!

Let's impeach the Shrubby!
Impeach George W!



Here's an earlier version of this parody, originally posted on
Tuesday, December 30, 2003

War-Drunken W.
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub's keeping... Far Right neocons' oil war wet dream.
Chaos since Iraq's break-up; patrol things for oil-hocking; all in vain.
Their war plan was insane; they held a gun to Iraq's head.
And fling bombs; thousands dead; U.N. doubts the words Bush said.
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)

World's mourning... bombed folks and oil-stealing.
Shrub didn't know how to deal with... the U.N.; he decided for himself,
He'd go to war himself, and stop all talk about it.
And didn't he go about it? Didn't balk, he wants "ka-boom."
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)

War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.

(instrumental break)

War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.

Too easy? The neocons said, "Don't worry."
Their oil war makes them happy.
Go vote and say, "Hey, go away! Don't kill!"
Don't keep your voices still.
So don't just play around, boot W.
Bush can't think; let's make him face... his disaster; lose his race.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

"Arrr!" says W.

Let's Expel W.
(Sung to the tune of "Since I Fell For You" by Lenny Welch)

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Boot, we should give Shrub...
'Cause we detest Shrub...
Impeach and make Shrub depart...
Yes, he must go; let's make it so.
Impeach him! Hey, Congress, let's start...

W... squatted in his White House ho-o-o-ome.
We hate the Shrub; we want him gone.
Let's expel W!
Shru-u-u-ub... brought such misery and pai-ai-ai-ain.
Iraq will never be the same.
Let's expel W!

Yes, the Shrub's mad...
And this kook's glad...
He's Emperor W...
While Iraq bleeds...
From Shrub's deeds...
Boot Shrub and his crew!
Impeach Dick and W!

Why-y-y-y... trust the brainless looney Ri-i-i-ight?
Bush drinking booze most every night...
Let's expel W...
Let's expel W...

Chickenhawk Cheney & Chickensh*t Bush

Craig's Wide Stance On (T)Issues

Holy Mark Foley!

The GOP (Greedy Oily Perverts)
Lying Trio: Gonzalez, Bush, Craig

I Can't Get No Bathroom Action
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

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As sung by soon-to-be former Senator Larry "Wide Stance" Craig (R-Idaho)

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I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)

Well, I tried, but didn't get far...
To spin TV and the radio.
But the beans spilled more and more.
My story spread across the nation;
What had transpired wrecked my reputation.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!

I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)

Now my story's on TV.
I don't need someone to tell me
How spiteful brownshirts can be.
'Cause I can't love a man, only women folk.
Then, that cop arrested me.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!

I can't get no... bathroom action.
I can't get no... bathroom action.
'Cause I tried...
Police spied...
Couldn't hide...
So I lied...
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)

Now my story's 'round the world.
Voters boo and hiss; now I have to scat.
My straight arrow has been curled.
It's hell, I'll... leave and never come back, 'cause it looks bleak.
My career is gone; I'm up the creek.
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
I can't get no... (guitar riff)
No, no, no, no...
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm goin' away!

I can't get no... I can't get no...
I can't get no.. bathroom action.
No bathroom action...
No bathroom action...
No bathroom action...

(fade)

Larry Craig's Big Downfall
(Sung to the tune of "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2" by Pink Floyd)

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(instrumental intro)

Kind of deed kills reputation.
Sexual need beyond control.
A mental spasm in the bathroom.
Why's he such a homophobe?
Hey! Why's he... such a homophobe?
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.

Kind of deed kills reputation.
Sexual need beyond control.
A mental spasm in the bathroom.
Why's he such a homophobe?
Hey! Why's he... such a homophobe?
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.

(instrumental break)

In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.
In the stall, got busted; Larry Craig's big downfall.

(repeat refrain and fade)

Say, Has Anybody Seen That Creep-Trickster Rove?
(Sung to the tune of "Say Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)

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Satire inspired by the resignnation of Bush's political advisor Karl Rove

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Bush is so unhappy.
So displeased, the emperor.
His regime's unhealthy,
And there is no cure.
White House, his home; crime family...
His Rasputin made it so.
Who'd believe he'd leave us
To join Fred Thompson's show?

Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?
Here's the picture; he got burned by... hot scandal stove.
The crime plots touched by his fingers... led to legal woes.
Say, has anybody seen that... creep-trickster Rove?

Yes, we knew when Karl Rove was prancin' down in New Orleans.
He was Shrub's policy wonk; the storm shattered his dreams.
So, the law came a-cuttin' - to Rove, got too close.
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?

Rove left Bush Baby
To Texas, went home.
Say, we don't miss ya
And every night, we curse your picture

Hey, Rove, the plight of Right looks grim.
Right wing crowd, go home.
And some day you'll wake up
Half-blind, in jail alone.
So, let's say goodbye to tricksters.
Go blow, Karl Rove!
Say, has anybody seen that creep-trickster Rove?

(instrumental break)

The crime plots touched by his fingers... led to legal woes.
Say, has anybody seen that...
Now we know where Bush's brain's at
Creep-trickster Rove.

Knockin' On Toilet Door
(Sung to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan)

Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho), recently outed for his June 2006 arrest at the Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport for soliciting sex in the men's restroom, has announced his retirement from Congress, as a result of the scandal and pressure from his own party.

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(instrumental intro)

Scandal made a mess out of me.
Ain't a senator any more.
I wasn't smart; not smart enough to see.
Got busted for knockin' on toilet door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.

(instrumental)

Scandal put my plans in the ground.
Got arrested; I got sore.
My senate career came crashin' down.
Got busted for knockin' on toilet door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on toilet door.

(repeat refrain and fade)

We Found Out 'Bout Craig
(Sung to the tune of "Ain't Too Proud To Beg" by The Temptations)

Yet another Republican sex scandal erupts - this time, conservative Republican Senator Larry Craig (R-Idaho), who was arrested for soliciting a male undercover police officer in a washroom this past June 11 at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport

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Sex scandal, was he sleazy!
Craig accused, confirmed it's so.
We heard Larry Craig plead for sympathy.
Fate's unkind; it exposed hypocrisy.

We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.

We all heard a noisy man who made a stand... against all gay pride.
Right wing base must cry, and bleep him; but, still they're weepin'
They're weepin' at more fallen, on their side.

We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.

Why are right wing creeps all so inept?
We're glad they'll pay; they can't keep on just talkin' that way.
Comics now laugh, at Larry "Wide Stance."
It's payback; that'll teach ya, for toilet stall dance.

We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.

We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.

(instrumental intro)

Yes, Craig's man-love's so deep, in the pit of his heart.
See the way that he got so sore.
Wouldn't take blame for dumb and sleazy playin' footsie
His sleaze has freaked out his party; he's out the door.

We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.

We found out 'bout Craig (so horny)
He'll be leaving us; he must go.
We found out he'll leave (shady, shady)
Craig is leaving; he must go.

(repeat refrain and end)

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

The rats flee the sinking Bush ship of state: Lame (Dead) Duck pResident George Dubya Bush laments the recent resignations of his loyalist White House staff, Press Secretary Tony Snow, Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez, and advisor Karl Rove

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As sung by pResident Bush

(instrumental intro)

I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...

In Iraq, losin' my war;
That's why last year, Rumsfeld had to go.
Gone, Karl Rove - oh, the horror!
Few cronies left, to run the nation;
Gonzo's left my administration.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!

I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...

Well, I just went on TV
All who's left now is Dick Cheney
How nice of my VP.
Now, Dick Cheney's the man; hope he doesn't croak;
'Cause he deals with threats for me.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!

I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...

When I'm trav'lin' 'round the world
And I'm doin' this, and I'm signin' that
Condi Rice is still my girl.
Hey, Karen Hughes had better come back, later next week.
'Cause, you see, I'm on a losing streak.
I can't take more...
No more, no more!
Hey, hey, hey! Oh, please, just stay!

I can't take more... resignations!
I can't take more... resignations!
More goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes... more goodbyes...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...
I can't take more (guitar riff)...

More resignations...
More resignations....

Subpoena This


Bush, like his father, has a problem with the "vision thing"

Iran, Let's Bomb, For Distraction
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iran

(instrumental intro)

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

I'm connivin' for more war,
I can't stand... bein' lame duck no more.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on more useless information,
Tryin' to save my administration.

Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
Quagmire in Iraq has left us broke.
I've gutted democracy.

Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

I'm despised now around the world,
When folks boo and hiss, I'll just have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"I quit; I won't come back; I leave this week!"
And Gonzalez quit, as I speak!

Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Soon, bombs away!

Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
Iran, let's bomb... for distraction.
We must try... we must try... we must try... we must try...
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)
Iran, let's bomb... (guitar riff)

Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...

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Gonzo's Gone!
Embattled Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigns in ignominy and shame

Ignored Bridge, Over Iraq Slaughter

Wrong-Way Bush, the (W)rapture President

Shrub's Time Proved Costly
(Sung to the tune of "Sunshine Superman" by Donovan)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub's time proved costly to our... nation today.
Ego trips too easy; Bush won't... change his ways.
So many crimes, we know it; his regime is vile.
Gonzalez, resign! Opposed it; Bush is in denial.

'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.

Crony contracts, hustling, fraud are... really so obscene.
Whether torture is "cruel," Bush thinks that... it should be unseen.
Ought to be impeached by sunset; it's a matter of when.
Let's impeach Bush Baby, with Dick... and all his friends.

'Cause Bush made his mind up; not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Let's lock up his band (unholy); have them all confined.

'Cause Bush made his mind up: not going to resign.
Let's heckle him now.
Legal tricks by these crooks, so brazen; corruption defined.

(instrumental break)

Bush's plan: get Iran burned white hot... 10,000 degrees.
Pushed our troops through more hurdles to die for... his oil monarchy.
A pile of sh*t, there stinking... Bush's hellish throne.
He's disdainful of rights; you now have... none of your own.

Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind.

Bush has made his mind up; he never will resign... no, no, no, no, no...
Made sick is our land; his cronies, prop his little mind...

(long instrumental fade)

Neocon Insane Gang
(Sung to the tune of "Chain Gang" by Sam Cooke)

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(instrumental intro)

(More! War! More! War!)
Neo-cons are sayin'...

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

They're dead wrong, still sayin'....

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Though they're wrong, they work so hard.
Their Dim Son is... going down.
"My way or the highway!" the Bush way;
Bush swearing, wearing a crown.
In Iraq, throwing troops' lives away.
'Cause the neo-cons still hold sway.

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Torture, death, they're bringin'...
Troops... they're comin' one of these days...
They're comin' home...
Bush the moron... who for war, still cheers.
But meanwhile, he's got impeachment fears.

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

"War's not wrong," they're singin', mm...
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why do they work so hard
Still to slaughter, bloodthirsty

For war, they work hard...

(fade)

Shrub Almighty

Impeachment Of This Bunch
(Sung to the tune of "You Beat Me To The Punch" by Mary Wells)

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The reign of Bush has now passed him by.
Seized so much power; don't ask him why.
He'll still just lie.
Regime of crooks, still working hard
To give the law a sucker punch.
Boot this lame Bush regime back to where they came...

Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, let's rid...

With no virtue, they sold lies so untrue.
Puppet pretender now refuses to surrender.
W., let's get rid;
And let's throw out
Cheney, that lout.
The Bush Boy's an inept playboy;
Should be locked away.
Relieve these...
Fools!

No, we should not just wait around to impeach all these clowns.
Their crimes deserve a quicker punch.
Can't walk away; Impeachment Day.
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Dick Just Wants To Escalate
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)

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Dick just wants to escalate... war with Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i--i-ife.

Dick has no faith in the peole.
It's the people he's let down.
Dick won't take another way,
'Cept attack Iran, anyhow...
More war he's selling you.

Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i-i-ife.

Had his hand starting wars to kill,
And his war excuse took away...
Our civil rights and our liberty;
Dick wants fear to sway...
More war he's selling you.

Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war, to erase li-i-i-ife.

Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...

No, Cheney's not bothered by sorrow.
And he can't be asked to debate (oh, no).
He's running out of time, and he'll find Impeachment Day.
More war he' selling you,

Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah, yeah).
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war to erase li-i-i-ife.

Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...

Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Congress Votes to De-Fang, er, De-Fund Dick Cheney

Bush: The Worst Disaster Ever

Above The Law - And Beneath Contempt

Impeach Bush-Cheney: It's Time For The Nation to Dump The White House Trash

Sock Puppet Emperor"

The REAL Dr. Evil is Dick Cheney, Dicktater of the U.S.

Emperor Dubya and his Think Tank

At His Future War Crimes Trial at The Hague

Dunces Who Ran (Run) the DOJ: Gonzalez, Schlozman, Goodling

Fading Gonzalez
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)

Bush's lightning rod, the unqualified Attorney General Alberto "Gonzo" Gonzalez continues to be pummeled by Congress and continuing political scandals in the Department of Justice he allegedly leads

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Fading Gonzalez, fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.
It isn't funny, 'cause he can't defend
Favors for Bush chummies; on him, they depend.

Prosecutors told to start a court case:
Harassing the Democrats who run.
Now a major scandal which has got legs.
Gonzo is done!

Fading Gonzalez; clearly not the best.
Department mismanaged, as Goodling confessed.
(instrumental of 3rd line of lyric)
Gonzo is done!

Fading Gonzalez; lies to Congress fed;
Now must face the music for how he misled.

Thuggery of goons is never-ending.
Read your morning papers; what they've done:
Partisanship, Bushies are defending.
Gonzo is done!

Fading Gonzalez; fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.

(instrumental ending)