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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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!

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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"