Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
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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(instrumental intro)
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)
(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
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
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)
I Want A Pardon
(Sung to the tune of "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" by Lynn Anderson)
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As sung to pResident Bush by former White House aide Lewis I. "Scooter" Libby, who was recently found guilty in federal court of obstruction of justice:
(instrumental intro)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
My mistakes, I must relive, relive, and relive;
Caused me woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I was told to do things, and Rove pulled the strings,
But when Wilson squawked, I talked and blew his wife's cover.
Hell, I'd lie to my mo-o-o-ther.
Well, our tough-talking crew, pro-war, followed you;
And then you'd rule the world through bombs and much blood spattered.
But our plan was sha-a-a-tered.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy.
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(brief instrumental break)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I left office too soon; Fitzgerald dragooned me,
I got blamed for mistakes Rove told you; from prison, please let me go.
I should win your loyalty show.
I'm not a crook, and I can't sleep; I'm in quicksand, so deep.
But a presidential pardon is what can get me out.
And you know what I'm talking about.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy .
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" by Lynn Anderson)
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung to pResident Bush by former White House aide Lewis I. "Scooter" Libby, who was recently found guilty in federal court of obstruction of justice:
(instrumental intro)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
My mistakes, I must relive, relive, and relive;
Caused me woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I was told to do things, and Rove pulled the strings,
But when Wilson squawked, I talked and blew his wife's cover.
Hell, I'd lie to my mo-o-o-ther.
Well, our tough-talking crew, pro-war, followed you;
And then you'd rule the world through bombs and much blood spattered.
But our plan was sha-a-a-tered.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy.
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(brief instrumental break)
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
I left office too soon; Fitzgerald dragooned me,
I got blamed for mistakes Rove told you; from prison, please let me go.
I should win your loyalty show.
I'm not a crook, and I can't sleep; I'm in quicksand, so deep.
But a presidential pardon is what can get me out.
And you know what I'm talking about.
Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy .
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Our Dictator
(Sung to the tune of "Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) by Jim Croce)
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(instrumental intro)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
His polls numbers are disastrous, and his star's fading.
Stop drinking his Kool-Aid.
Our Constitution's been unmade.
He lied, 'cause Bush knew too well, that he'd be hated.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental break)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
Awakened from their slumber, more people hate him.
Our dumb king wants his prize:
Conquer Iraq while there's still time;
A winning war for Shrub's still not gonna save him.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
No, no, no, no...
Real's what Decider feels.
Our dictator... should be impeached or else recalled.
There's no left that Bush is willing to talk to.
Thanks to him, war crime...
Has now flourished; our nation's slimed.
He should be serving time.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) by Jim Croce)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
His polls numbers are disastrous, and his star's fading.
Stop drinking his Kool-Aid.
Our Constitution's been unmade.
He lied, 'cause Bush knew too well, that he'd be hated.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental break)
Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
Awakened from their slumber, more people hate him.
Our dumb king wants his prize:
Conquer Iraq while there's still time;
A winning war for Shrub's still not gonna save him.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
No, no, no, no...
Real's what Decider feels.
Our dictator... should be impeached or else recalled.
There's no left that Bush is willing to talk to.
Thanks to him, war crime...
Has now flourished; our nation's slimed.
He should be serving time.
Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.
(instrumental ending)
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