The (No) Good, The Bad, & The Ugly (American pResident)

More Sacrifice
(Sung to the tune of "Sacrifice" by Elton John)

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Bush says "Things are fine!"
For war, he's longed.
With itchy trigger fingers.
By his nation, gonged.

No legal bountaries
Will stop this mad man.
Through deceit, he's calling
To start war with other lands.

Cold, cold heart
Of Duh-Buh-You.
Things ain't better, Bush Baby.
He'll soon crash; he's through.

Bush wants more "sacrifice."
His simplistic words.
To Iraq, he gives his view of the world.
Bush wants more sacrifice...
More sacrifice.
Bush wants more sacrifice by all.

Was no misunderstanding.
Altered the facts.
His proclivities beg derision.
Through illegal acts.

The screwed election...
When Congress turned...
The Dems now dam you...
Bush lunacy burns...

Dubya, the Worst pResident in History, asks for:

I've Got a Shock-And-Awe Heart
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got A Rock & Roll Heart" by Eric Clapton)

As sung by warmonger Emperor Dubya Bush

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Oil, we're stealing... through all the bombs we've hurled.
I'm at the moment, where I could soon rule the world.
The world says I'm crazy; my reign will implode.
Iran's my new target, hey...
We've got to go... we've got to go...

I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.

Congress had fallen... it did much harm to the Right.
I'll hold my course steady; won't be folding up my fight.
I say there's nothing left for me to explain.
More war, you're gettin', and I don't want to change...
I don't want to change!

I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.

I am not a quitter! We'll win - yes, we could!
All we got to do is just put down insurgents for good.

I'll look tough... for more wars, I'm ready.
I'll look tough... my team took me far.
Congress can't impeach me... for high crimes, nor teach me.
I've got a shock-and-awe... I've got a shock-and-awe heart.

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Bush's "legacy"

Escalation
(Sung to the tune of "Revolution" by The Beatles)

Inspired by the essay, "Surge Protectors" by Greg Mitchell, who writes, "...Inside reports suggest President Bush has already decided on sending many more troops to Iraq starting next month. Until now, the media has bought into his labeling of this as a mere "surge." But the media needs to call it by its proper name: escalation."

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Bush said he wants an es-ca-la-tion:
His war surge, a fake show.
Faker wants to rule the world.
A dictator defying our nation;
To his war, we said, "NO!"
Faker wants to rule the world.

And now Bush talks 'bout more destruction:
"Let's go attack Iran!" - hear him shout.
Bush will not tolerate peace; just fight.
Just fight!
Just fight!

Bush says, "No diplomatic solution!
Through war, we will show,
That we're tougher than Iran!"
More war and prisoner execution
Sets Bush all aglow.
We're all booing such a plan.
But war means big money for cronies of Bush, who hate
To lose sweetheart contracts all guaranteed by the state.
Bush will not tolerate peace; just fight.
Just fight!
Just fight!

Bush says he'll change our Constitution;
What he says, must go.
Our nation must change its head.
Impeachment is our only solution;
Bush and Cheney must go!
No more should our troops be bled.
Faked stories of terrorists, no one believes right now.
Bush ain't gonna make peace with anyone anyhow.

Bush will not tolerate peace - just fight!
Just fight!
Just fight!
Just fight! Just fight! Just fight!
Just fight! Just fight! Just fight!

The Yeehaw pResident

Bush, the Iceberg Lettuce-head

Darth Cheney

After Their Drubbing
(Sung to the tune of "After The Loving" by Englebert Humperdinck)

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The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
They got hung at the polls; sent away.
Bush the Dope must now fear
This could lead to his own impeachment day.

Extra hard is his pain;
Bush the King now is reeling.
Place by place, his support has run dry.
Now the Shrub hasn't much,
And he's found booing voices greet his lies.

Bush mistakenly... thought he'd rule through point of a gun.
No mistakes does he... admit he's done.

The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.

Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.

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The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.

Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.

Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.

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