Fool Of A King, It's Over
(Sung to the tune of "Fool, If You Think It's Over" by Chris Rea)

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Bush's reign... its end, our gain.
Fool named Shrub; George W.
Bush taking flak; his regime's gone off-track.
The right wing cheers.... Shrub's eight long years.
The stains on his regime; unreal, his right wing dreams.
Our troops dyin' every day...

Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...

The Bush regime... has a power-grab scheme.
We mock his crown... and what he'll say.
For Bush's pride, so many thousands died.
He ruled through fear, for eight long years.

Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...

Torture is the worst war crime.
Dubya is Dick Cheney's mime.
Troops are dyin' every day,
Iraq war zone.
Warmonger dunce should go away.
We laugh at you and say:

Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush, get lost! Good bye!
Fool of a king, it's over...
For selling lies!
War through lies, increased torture, pain
He's the worst crook; look at what he's done.
Fool of a king, it's over.
Bush the dunce...

Bush & His Looney Bunch Are Right Wing Nuts
(Sung to the tune of "I've Got A Lovely Bunch of Coconuts" by Monty Python)

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Conspired with Tony Blair, to make war without care;
Fool and a madman, spouting lies to boost his scare...

Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts;
Ruled for eight long years, now they must go!
Big ones, small ones, lies are all we were fed.
World is pissed; let's have him dismissed.
Thousands in Iraq dead.

Yes, Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts.
War was waged and cronies were made rich.
Bush taking life, perpetuating strife.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.

Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
World wants him gone, world wants him gone.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.

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Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts;
Ruled for eight long years, now they must go!
Big ones, small ones, lies are all we were fed.
World is pissed; let's have him dismissed.
Thousands in Iraq dead.

Yes, Bush and his looney bunch are right wing nuts.
War was waged and cronies were made rich.
Bush taking life, perpetuating strife.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.

Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.
World wants him gone, world wants him gone.
Now the world wants him gone; erase this glitch.

Ain't Nothing Like A Real King
(Sung to the tune of "Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing" by Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell)

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Ain't nothing like a real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king.
Ain't nothing like the real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king

Bush looks for "victory"... braggin' 'bout his war.
He can't see; so dumb is he; to him, war's a game.
Can't criticize him, 'cause a "victor" is not to blame.

Things are no bettter, and it's quite clear
Bush is using... power he's abusing; still spreading fear.
Cheney's voice whispering in his ear.

Ain't nothing like the real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like the real king

Bush plays his game, a fantasy.
He pretends... that he can shape reality.
He's seeking shelter; bubble of comfort, see?

The world's found who's to blame: Bush, his name.
The Putz must really be nuts to think things are better.
Has no brains, justfeathers.

We've got bad memories to look back on.
We need much help; sack Bush's trhone.
We're well aware nothing can take the place of winning fair.

So mad and rotten; Bush King's crazy.
So mad and rotten, Bush King.
Ain't nothing like a real king, is he?
Ain't nothing like a real king.

Bullsh*t And Spin
(Sung to the tune of "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas)

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Bush sold... his... lies...
Fooled us for the moment, and his moment's gone.
His... war... schemes... made him much despised; he's an atrocity.
Bull... sh*t and spin... got his war through bullsh*t and spin.
Bush's throng... cheerleaded for slaughter and for endless greed.
Bush's coup... stumbled all around, ignoring those with need.

Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.

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Still hangs on... Bush wants war forever, owning Earth and sky.
He's slip and pay... and Bush's money won't restore the ones who die.

Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.
Bull... sh*t and spin... Bush the czar is bullsh*t and spin.

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Neocon Morons
(Sung to the tune of "Honky Tonk Woman" by The Rolling Stones)

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They've got a booze-soaked "war-time" king with hubris...
Who tries to start more wars, while thousands died.
Fanatic neocons that Bush made bolder...
Smash their right-wing schemes; we think they've lost their minds.

They're the ne-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.

The Twin Towers fell one day in New York City.
We're told to shut up, while Bush moved to fight.
Who said Iraqis would greet us with roses?
The path Bush chose was war, which rules his mind.

They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.
They're the ne-e-e-e-e-o-con morons.
Rummy, Wolfie, Hadley, and neocon crew.

Dubya's Hit A Brand New Snag
(Sung to the tune of "Papa's Got A Brand New Bag" by James Brown)

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He gets blistered... Dubya's in a sling.
Polls have slipped... how that dumb fool feeds hate.
Permanent sag...
Dubya's hit a brand new snag (guitar riff)

So where's Osama? Shrub's war, a crazy scheme.
War does he fancy... but his mind can't hold a theme.
Permanent sag...
Dubya's hit a brand new snag (guitar riff)

Who's doing Shrub's work?
Our troops, who die.
Bush playing "Chief" and "Commander Guy"
He's Shrub the Monkey...
Sir Cash Tornado...
Don't-Know Jack...
Terminator-And-Darth Vader.

No, Dubya... is doin' no work.
Dubya... is doin' no work.
His ignorant bliss... hit and miss...
The Commander Guy... said stay and fight.
This king... and his neocon gang
Will be gone.

Hey, hey!... soon gone...
Hey, hey!... the far right... lost the fight.
Bush gone! Hey! Hey!

Shrub's Dumb As A Rock
(Sung to the tune of "Loves Me Like A Rock" by Paul Simon)

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When he was a little boy (when Shrub was just a boy)
And his Daddy would call his name (when Shrub was just a boy)
He'd say, "Now, W. - do better at your schooling (when Shrub was just a boy)
Was a sadist as a boy (when Shrub was just a boy)
Shrub and looneys of the Right conspire

Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.

He seized the throne, but has no plan (throne, but had no plan)
Bush the Devil played his war game
His right wing voodoo... voodoo, no one he's fooling.
He's the world's most hated man
Starting wars for "world security"

Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.

Bush the Dunce as pResident (dunce is president)
Lowest in history is his name (dunce is president)
His right wing voodoo... voodoo, no one's he's fooling
Office of President, he'd steal
Does he look Presidential? No, he's dumb

Bush and his thug team - his thug team
Set up theocracy that thugs dream
Though the Shrub's dumb as a rock.
We mock him as the "blockhead sage" - we loathe him.
We loathe him, loathe him, loathe him, loathe him.

Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...
Shrub's dumb as a rock, Bush Baby...
Shrub's dumb as a rock...

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Shrub Is Through
(Sung to the tune of "Waterloo" by ABBA)

Good riddance to the worst president in American history

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Bye, bye!
His reign's soon through, and power, Bush must surrender.
Oh, yeah!
Historians gut his "legacy" in quite a similar way.
In history, crooks deserve hell.
George Bush, let's impeach and expel!

Shrub is through!
His plans defeated for endless war.
Shrub is through!
Promise to loathe you forever more.
Shrub is through!
Bush has laid waste, like a wrecking crew.
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.

Bye, bye!
World tried to stop attack on weak by stronger.
Oh, yeah!
And now it seems Shrub's only chance is to leave and take flight.
Bush seized so much power to abuse.
To him, rights and the law have no use.

Bush seized so much power to abuse.
To him, rights and the law have no use.

Shrub is through!
His plans defeated for endless war.
Shrub is through!
Promise to loathe you forever more.
Shrub is through!
Bush has laid waste, like a wrecking crew.
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Shrub is through!
Finally facing his reign is through.

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Through
(Sung to the tune of "True" by Spandau Ballet)

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Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub's... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...

Shrub's through... carried by his teams.
Partners in crime, for world domination dreams.
His cronies steal; Bush made it so.
Bush is unsound, and it shows.
Bush is unsound...

Bush brought a pox upon the world.
He wants to attack again.
Bush doesn't make it hard to write the next line.
Bush won't want the truth to be said.

Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...

Power to kill, in his head; but still tied is his tongue.
Unsolved, his messes; Bush just spun.
Listening to Cheney, all along.
Bush still unsound, and it shows.
Bush still unsound...
Power's slipping from his hands...
In eight months time, he'll be gone.
Fakes who'd seize such power; let's fight them next time.
Yes, we want the truth to be known.

Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub... is...
Through...

Bush brought a pox upon the world.
He wants to attack again.
Bush doesn't make it hard to write the next line.
Bush want the the truth to be said.

Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that... Shrub... is... through.
Duh, Duh-Buh-Ya-a...
We know that Shrub is...
Through...

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The Shrub is through, soon.
The Shrub is through, soon.
We know that... Shrub is... through

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