Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
The Great Decider
(Sung to the tune of "The Great Pretender" by The Platters)
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by Emperor Dubya:
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Deciding my war's going well.
I'll need more bucks, more troops, more trucks
If only, more war, I can sell.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Adrift in a world of my own.
I play war games, but I won't take blame.
Need cronies; can't scheme all alone.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
(Sung to the tune of "The Great Pretender" by The Platters)
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by Emperor Dubya:
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Deciding my war's going well.
I'll need more bucks, more troops, more trucks
If only, more war, I can sell.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Adrift in a world of my own.
I play war games, but I won't take blame.
Need cronies; can't scheme all alone.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Lay Him Low! Lay Him Low! Lay Him Low!
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Vaughn Monroe)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
For Republicans, it's been frightening:
Losing power, nooses tightening.
The voters, to Bush, said, "No!"
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
In Iraq, there's no signs of stopping
Bush's war, nor bombs they're dropping.
Impeach him now; Bush must go!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
For his war, there's no end in sight.
From the world, Bush gets nothing but scorn.
He's still sending more troops to fight.
His failure, domestic and foreign.
More violence and more dying
In Iraq, through Bush's lying.
For war crimes, we loathe him so!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Vaughn Monroe)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
For Republicans, it's been frightening:
Losing power, nooses tightening.
The voters, to Bush, said, "No!"
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
In Iraq, there's no signs of stopping
Bush's war, nor bombs they're dropping.
Impeach him now; Bush must go!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
For his war, there's no end in sight.
From the world, Bush gets nothing but scorn.
He's still sending more troops to fight.
His failure, domestic and foreign.
More violence and more dying
In Iraq, through Bush's lying.
For war crimes, we loathe him so!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
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