The Bushie Way Wants War
(Sung to the tune of "Yesterday Once More" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

A pile of dung still hisses: right wing radio.
They want war; debate is "wrong."
Undismayed bein' strung along; they're in denial.

We've heard such crap, at times; wonder how low they'd go.
How they thunder, dusk-to-dawn.
They'll attack again, to help their right wing friends.
Right wing throngs now raising hell...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They have practiced their part,
Ripping their foes apart.
All they have to do is lie.
Shrub sucked before.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight... Shrub is a lightweight...)

Lookin' back at how it was; three years gone by,
When our good times turned to bad.
Bush's way seems raving mad; so much deranged.
See these throngs for Shrub, who is a king to them.
They are mesmerized - this herd.
Bush Team felonies: they'd out a spy, for glee.
They just felt, through fear, they'd stay...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

All these Bush felonies;
They'll pay dearly, you'll see.
To get even, they'll just lie.
They'll strike the poor.
The Bushie way wants war.
(Shrub is a lightweight...)

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time...

They praise King Duh-Buh-Ya
They praise wa-a-a-ar, just fine.
(Only cronies get goodies!)
They praise their King Ding-A-Ling
Scandals starting to sting, this time.

(repeat chorus and fade)

The latest Bush scandal: widespread rumors against Bush advisor Karl Rove for allegedly commiting a federal felony by leaking the identity of a CIA covert operative Valerie Plame to columnist Robert Novak, as revenge against her husband Joe Wilson for opposing the war on Iraq

Rove Should Be Demoted And Soon
(Sung to the tune of "Hopelessly Devoted To You" by Olivia Newton-John)

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(instrumental intro)

Our spy's identity was broken;
Unwise for Bush's staff to try.
Things will get worse for those
Who exposed what our spies do...
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The Bushies are all fools for shilling.
They push around and hate; it's true.
Bush Baby cannot see:
There's no time left for Rove and crew.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Right now... there's nowhere to hide.
Polls for Bush: downward they slide.
It fills him with dread.
Rove should be demoted, and soo-oo-oo-oon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Bush said, while praying, "We'll protect him.
Let's start the shredding; courts won't know.
Hold on to my friend; that's what I intend to do."
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Right now... there's nowhere to hide.
Polls for Bush: downward they slide.
It fills him with dread.
Rove should be demoted, and soo-oo-oo-oon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.
Rove should be demoted, and soon.

Mockin' Shrub's Oil War
(Sung to the tune of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan)

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(instrumental intro)

Osama had attacked, awfully.
Bush then used that... to make war.
Bush kept things dark; too dark for us to see.
It feels ripe for mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Osama's on the run; can't be found.
Iraq looting; guerilla war.
Rush scandal cloud is comin' down.
It feels ripe for mockin' Shrub's oil war.

Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.
Mock, mock, mockin' Shrub's oil war.

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A Little More War
(Sung to the tune of "A Little More Love" by Olivia Newton-John)

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Right... wing's draggin' its feet.
Irate... troops moan in the heat.
We know... Bush just had to have his way.
Troops just want to come home.
No, Bush wants them to stay.

But it gets Bush nowhere... the status quo.
Iraq is nowhere... our troops can go.
Will a little more war make him... hike war spending?
Will a little more war bring a... happy ending?
Will a little more war make things right?
Will a little more war make things right?

Blair... bombing innocents, so...
Now... now the whole wide world will know...
He's trapped; trapped in the hell of his lies.
Couldn't find Iraq arms;
It's a web of Bush lies.

But it gets Bush nowhere... the status quo.
Iraq is nowhere... our troops can go.
Will a little more war make him... hike war spending?
Will a little more war bring a... happy ending?
Will a little more war make things right?
Will a little more war make things right?

(repeat chorus and fade)

Dubya the Warmonger intends to bleed the U.S. treasury of billions to feed Republican war contractors like Halliburton and Carlyle Group, while prolonging the Iraq war to prop up his failing domestic policies and polling numbers prior to the 2004 election

War To Help Him Stay
(Sung to the tune of "More Than I Can Say" by Leo Sayer)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush's woes won't go away...
The Shrub used war to help him stay.
The Shrub has sliced programs to borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

Bush's woes won't go away.
His polls fall every single way.
With budget knife, he'll slash and borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

We told you so, Bush needs to go.
His kind of sleaze - let's overthrow.
The Bush Team's mistakes are why
We'll elect another guy.

Bush's woes won't go away...
The Shrub used war to help him stay.
The Shrub has sliced programs to borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

(instrumental break)

We told you so, Bush needs to go.
His kind of sleaze - let's overthrow.
The Bush Team's mistakes are why
We'll elect another guy.

Bush's woes won't go away...
The Shrub used war to help him stay.
The Shrub has sliced programs to borrow
To pay for war to help him stay.

To pay for war to help him stay.
To pay for war to help him stay, no...
(War to help him stay)
Let's throw the moron out tomorrow
(War to help him stay)...

(fade)

Satire about Bush's desperate attempt to take over California, a state that resoundingly rejected him during (S)Election 2000, through the Republicans' trumped-up recall campaign against Gov. Gray Davis

Recalling
(Sung to the tune of "Free Falling" by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

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He runs Bush World, with much drama;
Quotes Jesus, and prevaricates, too.
Not to Bush World, would Shrub tell this:
California had escaped his coup.

It's the wrong way to elect a leader.
G.O.P.'s way: running goons, ain't smart.
So the Bush Boy should thank Darrell Issa;
Gov recall ploy, for making it start.

"Vote For Me"
Recalling...
"Vote For Me"
Recalling...

Bush's empire don't have in its tally:
Out west, California topped the charts.
But Enron bad boys were handy to do battle.
"Fixed" the blackouts at home with broken parts.

"Vote For Me"
Recalling...
"Vote For Me"
Recalling...

Gray Davis slides down; his star had fallen.
G.O.P. spites his name, through big lies.
They want a recall, 'cause they had nothing.
Gov'nor, they'd replace just through style.

"Vote For Me"
Recalling...
"Vote For Me"
Recalling...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Time To Face The Music
(Sung to the tune of "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong

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(instrumental intro)

Bush the Cowboy, a gun slinger,
Slays through his out-of-control band.
Whenever Bush has problems,
He'll bomb regimes to seize oil or land.

More people in this country (yeah).
Sayin' stop to where Bush would go.
Democracy's now sickly (yes, it is).
Must kiss the crown and never say no.

Bush goals advancin'... gun slingin'...
To keep the oil a-movin'.
Where the hell is bin Laden, WMD's and Hussein?
They're all sayin'...
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Time to face the music, now!
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Now, as it should be,
Or kiss that rich boy's ass of yours goodbye!
Bush, you lie... so, good-bye!

(instrumental break)

Bush thought it would be easy:
Bomb Iraq; Saddam, he'd find.
Made war for reasons shaky;
Troops fought to save George Bush's behind.
And now things are no better.
He's f*ckin' up in every way.
He's gonna lose for oil stealin'.
Our troops learn lethal lessons each day.

Bush goals advancin'... gun slingin'...
To keep the oil a-movin'.
Where the hell is bin Laden, WMD's and Hussein?
They're all sayin'...
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Time to face the music, now!
Time to face the music, Bush Boy!
Now, as it should be,
Or kiss that rich boy's ass of yours goodbye!
Bush, you lie... so, good-bye!

Don't doubt it, time to face the music!
Time to face the music.
Time to face the music.
Gonna creep on, tme to face the music.
Time to face the music.

(fade)

Things Are Screwed For Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "The Things We Do For Love" by 10cc)

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Iraq's been broke apart; blood in the Tigris River.
Iraq bombed full of holes; Bush foreign policy.
We'll pay his debts, but Bush will pay the price,
'Cause things are screwed for Shrub.
('Cause things are screwed for Shrub).

Goes on vacation; avoids problems without answer.
Bush polling numbers in this land now make him groan.
Bad polls returned; troops in Iraq pinned down,
'Cause things are screwed for Shrub.
('Cause things are screwed for Shrub).

The Bushies talk insane, as they show
Shrub's got nowhere to go,
While revealing that this charlatan is lying.
And they're cooking up new "answers" with their lies.
Think Bush will give his cake up?
Not without a regime shake up....
Coup... installed the W.
Coup... gave him his way...
Coup... with right wing calling: "Want it all!"

(instrumental break)

They're dumb; no wise men in the Bush Administration;
Just greed, unfettered greed, with pedigree to start.
'Cause after all, the Shrub won't compromise,
'Cause things are screwed for Shrub
('Cause things are screwed for Shrub).

The Bushies talk insane, as they show
Shrub's got nowhere to go,
While revealing that this charlatan is lying.
And they're cooking up new "answers" with their lies.
Think Bush will give his cake up?
Not without a regime shake up....
Coup... installed the W.
Coup... gave him his way...
Coup... with right wing calling: "Want it all!"

They're dumb; no wise men in the Bush Administration;
Just greed, unfettered greed, with pedigree to start.
'Cause after all, the Shrub won't compromise,
'Cause things are screwed for Shrub.
('Cause things are screwed for Shrub).
'Cause things are screwed for Shrub.
('Cause things are screwed for Shrub).
'Cause things are screwed for Shrub.
('Cause things are screwed for Shrub).

After running up a record budget deficit fueled by massive tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans, Dubya wants $87 billion dollars to rebuild Iraq, a country that he destroyed to steal their oil

You Can't Get No Tax Reduction
(Sung to the tune of "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

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As sung by Dubya to American tax payers:

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You can't get no tax reduction.
You can't get no tax reduction.
You know why? You know why?
You know why? You know why?
You can't get no... you can't get no...

I'm survivin' as the czar,
'Cause of Rush and right wing radio.
While we're sellin' you war, more war,
Based on some useless information,
For rich friends of my administration.
You can't get no... oh, no, no, no...
Pay, pay, pay!
Do what I say!

You can't get no tax reduction.
You can't get no tax reduction.
You know why? You know why?
You know why? You know why?
You can't get no... you can't get no...

When you watch me on TV:
Got no plan, unless Rove tells me.
I'm right! Stop irking me!
Got a plan for Iran, 'cause it's our next stroke!
Yeah, their oil means ecstasy!

You can't get no tax reduction.
You can't get no tax reduction.
You know why? You know why?
You know why? You know why?
You can't get no... you can't get no...

What I'm hidin' from the world
Makes the people hiss, and my polls fall flat.
I'm just tryin' to fake the world.
Rove says, "Bush Baby, better attack later next week,
'Cause you can't afford to just look weak."
You can't get no... oh, no, no, no...
Pay, pay, pay!
Do what I say!

You can't get no, you can't get no,
You can't get no tax reduction.
No tax reduction, no tax reduction, no tax reduction...

Recalling the late Big Six accounting firm that was destroyed by the Enron Scandal during Dubya's administration

Arthur Andersen
(Sung to the tune of "On The Road Again" by Willie Nelson)

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(instrumental intro)

Arthur Andersen...
Where's the late, great Arthur Andersen?
The right wing Shrub was quite amusing for rich friends,
'Cause Enron ate the firm, Arthur Andersen.

Arthur Andersen...
Their disgrace was earned through wage of sin.
Sordid things they'd done; we'll never see again
'Cause Enron ate the firm, Arthur Andersen.

Arthur Andersen...
Was joined at the hip with robbers of the beltway.
Bush's crony friends
Insisted that the world would do things their way.
But who paid?

Arthur Andersen...
Where's the late, great Arthur Andersen?
The right wing Shrub was quite amusing for rich friends,
'Cause Enron ate the firm, Arthur Andersen.

(instrumental break)

Arthur Andersen...
Was joined at the hip with robbers of the beltway.
Bush's crony friends
Insisted that the world would do things their way.
But who paid?

Arthur Andersen...
Where's the late, great Arthur Andersen?
The life of Shrub was quite amusing for rich friends,
'Cause Enron ate the firm, Arthur Andersen.
'Cause Enron ate the firm, Arthur Andersen.

Satire about the Enron-rigged electrical blackouts in California, the right wing funded recall campaign for governor, and the behind-the-scenes scheming by the Bush White House to steal political power in California, a state the GOP has repeatedly lost in elections

How Come There's A Recall, California
(Sung to the tune of "Hotel California" by The Eagles)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush's way or the highway? Can't win if it's fair.
2K had to eat dust; California despair.
Gore left Bush in the distance;
Pissed off the simmering Right.
Far Right heavies chances mighty slim;
They'd always flopped in the fight.

Then Rove claimed of a sure way:
"Here's your mission: sell...
These ideas I can't sell myself;
And turn to heaven, where this state was hell.
Then, we'll cook up a scandal.
Send Gray Davis away."
White House voices have declared a war.
But no one wants to say...

How come there's a recall, California?
For the govenor's race (for the governor's race)
To have Gray replaced.
Yes, Enron caused gloom, don't you recall, California?
That hot time of year (that hot time of year),
Blackouts engineered (blackouts engineered).

Right wing conspiracy twisted
The system for their own ends.
They got a lot of petty, petty ploys,
And Enron friends.
Got their chance, and they fought hard:
Squeezed summer sweat;
Enhanced their own members;
Enhanced their own bets.

Kenneth Lay, Enron captain.
Squeezed juice off the line;
A power grab done in the clear,
Designed to "fix" the shortage fine.
Then shrill Fox voices kept calling to "save the day."
Shaken up in the middle of this fight:
Scapegoat made of Gray-ay:

How come there's a recall, California?
For the govenor's race (for the governor's race)
To have Gray replaced.
Bush didn't give up; don't you recall, California?
And it's no surprise (and it's no surprise)
Wants his big state prize...

Cheering on bad feeling...
Think campaigns are nice?
The greedheads... would recall the governor here,
Through their own device.
Though Arnold Schwarzenegger
Just blathered, making scenes.
Those blackouts may have taken lives,
But they just can't spill the beans.

In '04 November,
Bush will run as once before.
He'll have to find a message that
Will replace what he got through war.
"Attack" is their fight plan.
They have programs to deceive.
White House spins out any lies they like.
They hope they'll never leave.

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B-U-S-H
(Sung to the tune of "L-O-V-E" by Nat King Cole)

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(instrumental intro)

B is for the way his crooks bully.
U for their ultra right wingery.
S for sleazy; Bush made... their corruption easy.
H for hate the poor, while his cronies get rich at war, and

Bush's mind's too primitive to rule.
Bush's war, an oil game for fools.
Because Shrub just faked it;
Snake at heart, greed naked.
Bush was made by right wing coup.

(instrumental break)

B is for the way his crooks bully.
U for their ultra right wingery.
S for sleazy; Bush made their corruption easy.
H for hate the poor, while cronies get rich at war, and

Bush's mind's too primitive to rule.
Bush's war, an oil game for fools.
Because Shrub just faked it;
Snake at heart, greed naked.
Bush was made by right wing coup.
Bush was made by right wing coup.
Bush was made by right wing coup.

In A Fascist Nation
"Fascism should rightly be called Corporatism, as it is a merge of state and corporate power" - Benito Mussolini. Ironically, it's an accurate depiction of America under the Dubya Bush regime
(Sung to the tune of "Fascination" by Dinah Shore)

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In a fascist nation, we know.
Freedoms have been rended right here, torn apart.
In a passive trance, sheeple took a chance;
Now our rights are gone; Bush will say they've departed.

In a fascist nation, we know.
Bush went it alone for his oil fight; was snubbed.
We must crush his band; sieze the moment on issues.
Fascist nation? Spurn the Shrub.

(instrumental break)

In a fascist nation, we know.
Bush went it alone for his oil fight; was snubbed.
We must crush his band; sieze the moment on issues.
Fascist nation? Spurn the Shrub.

Gain It Back
(Sung to the tune of "Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones)

As sung by Emperor Dubya:

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(instrumental intro)

Losing my oil war, and I want to gain it back.
No others want my war, won't join in the attack.
I'm peeved the world won't buy my dressed up Iraq woes.
They've learned that I misled towards war, the path I chose.

Iraqi oil was ours, and we must gain it back.
King's powers I do love; I'll never give them back.
Dark-skinned people, bombed them dead, and quickly took away
Lives from newborn babies, if they're standing in the way.

Can't do things by myself, it's brain-smart that I lack.
Quagmired oil war, but there's no going back.
Iraq war won't go my way, and I can't face the facts.
It's not easy facin' up when the whole world gives flak.

My war seemed so easy, got burned by Rummy's crew.
I could not foresee these things shattering my coup.
I have tried hard enough to be my father's son.
The world laughed at me before - scorned me as dumb.

Losing my oil war, and I want to gain it back.
No others want my war, won't join in the attack.
I'm peeved the world won't buy my dressed up Iraq woes.
They've learned that I misled towards war, the path I chose.

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...

I wanna see me gain, gain it back.
Back the Right, back our goal.
I wanna see the bombs droppin' out of the sky.
I wanna see me gain, gain it, gain it, gain it back.
Yeah!

You Can't Hear Music
(Sung to the tune of "I Can Hear Music" by The Beach Boys)

As sung by R.I.A.A. to music downloaders:

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[Note: This MIDI is an incomplete demo - sorry, that's all that is available]

(instrumental intro)

Now you must pay...
Our legal team will agree.
We say how it is... ho, ho!
You robbed our golden tree.
You're really bad... to download, not own.
Baby, that's why... we won't leave you alone.

You can't hear music...
You can't hear music...
Impounding our ditties, maybe
Files will disappear.
You can't hear music!
No free music!
Our loss is too much, so say we:
Don't share peer-to-peer!

Suin' you... keeps lawyers satisfied.
You must feel our pain, whoa, whoa...
We hate your stealing; don't hide.
You took for free; we're pissed and
Our copyright police will come again.

You can't hear music...
You can't hear music...
Impounding our ditties, maybe
Files will disappear.
You can't hear music!
No free music!
Our loss is too much, so say we:
Don't share peer-to-peer!

Can't hear free music all the time, yeah.
Can't hear free music, it ain't right now, baby.
Can't hear free music all the time
Can't hear free music.
Can't hear free music (baby)

Nahhhh....

Dupes In California Wishing To Replace Gray Davis
On 9/16/03, the Federal 9th Circuit Court of Appeals barred the California recall election
(Sung to the tune of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" by Julie Andrews, from the musical, "Mary Poppins")

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(instrumental intro)

Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies,
Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies...

Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.
White House is quite proud of it,
Although they have no basis.
Bush lost there, though tough and proud,
And Karl Rove won't say this:
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.

Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies,
Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies...

Enron had preyed upon the weak;
Took money that they had.
In Golden State, rigged power peaks
To make Davis look bad.
Extorting pay (unearned's the word),
Betrayed when power froze.
The biggest scam we've ever heard:
Recall whom voters chose.

Those...
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.
White House is quite proud of it,
Although they have no basis.
Bush lost there, though tough and proud,
And Karl Rove won't say this:
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.

Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies,
Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies...

Shrub's hated all around the world,
And everywhere he went,
Was called absurd in every way;
A bogus president.
No fluke that he has used his staff
To thwart democracy.
The state he wants Republican
Starts with capital "C."

Those...
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.
White House is quite proud of it,
Although they have no basis.
Bush lost there, though tough and proud,
And Karl Rove won't say this:
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.

Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies,
Energy swindle, and a bundle 'o lies...

So has the cat got Arnold's tongue?
Won't debate - stayed away.
Acts dumb like a Republican;
Support George Bush's way.
You'd better go vote carefully
Before they change your life.
The right wing wants to run the world
Through war and civil strife.

Those...
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis.
White House is quite proud of it,
Although they have no basis.
Bush lost there, though tough and proud,
And Karl Rove won't say this:
Dupes in California wishing to replace Gray Davis

Baby, I'm Back
(Sung to the tune of "Baby Come Back" by Player)

As sung by Arnold Schwarzenegger, Republican candidate for governor of California:

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Spending by the Right raised big money to bring Gray Davis down.
I'll do anything Bush asks me, 'cause I don't mind.
But if I do not win, I'm right back where I started again.
Hope that I don't lose or waste my time.

Baby, I'm back!
Any kind of fool could be
This state's gov'nor,
Without knowin' much about you.
Baby, I'm back!
G.O.P. has called on me.
I am strong.
Got a famous name?
They'll tout you.

(instrumental break)

Play along; my past dirt masked with false bravado.
Tryin' to keep up the smile that hides the fear.
If I don't win the crown, I'll get that empty feeling again.
Go pump up my bod, and have a beer!

Baby, I'm back!
Any kind of fool could be
This state's gov'nor,
Without knowin' much about you.
Baby, I'm back!
G.O.P. has called on me.
I am strong.
Got a famous name?
They'll tout you.

Now that I'm running, hell for leather.
I will just dance 'round policy.
I'll refuse to talk or even take part:
No debates for me (Ja! There's no debates for me!)

Baby, I'm back!
Any kind of fool could be
This state's gov'nor,
Without knowin' much about you.
Baby, I'm back!
G.O.P. has called on me.
I am strong.
Got a famous name?
They'll tout you.

I am strong... with a famous name...

(instrumental fade)

Underground Sued
The R.I.A.A. goes after on-line music downloaders by snooping around the Internet underground and sueing them
(Sung to the tune of "Runaround Sue" by Dion)

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(Sung by MP3 downloaders:)
Here's the story... sad, but true...
It's about the world that we once knew:
Music we loved, shared underground.
MP3's freely passed around.

(Refrain by RIAA lawyers:)
Pay! Pay! Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay... mo-o-o-re...

Pay! Pay! Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay... mo-o-o-re...

(MP3 downloaders:)
R.I.A.A. thought they were really smart.
The world of music's changed; they want no part.
Who listens to them, with their attitude?
To get their way, they want the underground sued.

We once shared tips and files in cyberspace;
So much, without care, 'round the world with no trace.
The music companies tried to intrude.
To get their way, they'd want the underground sued.

(RIAA lawyers:)
Pay! Pay! Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay... mo-o-o-re...

(MP3 downloaders:)
Our files used to travel around.
We loved to collect what we'd found.
The music companies got wise.
We're found out by music spies.

Hide tomorrow, 'cause the story is they'll fry their foes.
Money they love, with their law imposed..
Defending rules are their thuggish crew for pay.
Want their way, they'd want the underground sued.

(RIAA lawyers:)
Pay! Pay! Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay... mo-o-o-re...

(MP3 downloaders:)
Our files used to travel around.
We loved to collect what we'd found.
The music companies got wise.
We're found out by music spies.

Hide tomorrow, 'cause the story is they'll fry their foes.
Money they love, and they love to pose.
Defending rules are their thuggish crew for pay.
Want their way, they'd want the underground sued.

(RIAA lawyers:)
Pay! Pay! Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay, pay!
Damned bootleggers gotta pay... mo-o-o-re...

They Swiped Our Songs
Satire about the greedy Recording Industry Association of America's lawsuits against 261 individuals who downloaded on-line music - including a 12 year girl and a 90 year old man
(Sung to the tune of "I Write The Songs" by Barry Manilow)

As sung by R.I.A.A. lawyers:

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(instrumental intro)

This can't go on forever!
'Cause our revenue thirst is strong.
Let's put mean words; lawsuit strategies together.
Thieves of music... won't buy; swiped our songs.

They swiped our songs, which makes our whole world stink.
They swiped our songs, gave us financial red i-ink.
They swiped our songs, which made our profits dry.
They swiped our songs! They swiped our songs!

(instrumental break)

These home swipes can't continue!
Now we've got laws in place to control.
Thieves: better look out; we've got spies.
Get stung again; we will sue both young and old.

They swiped our songs, which makes our whole world stink.
They swiped our songs, gave us financial red i-ink.
They swiped our songs, which made our profits dry.
They swiped our songs! They swiped our songs!

Stolen music made us rant!
And folks who cheer it; we'll crush like ants.
They just gloat: we lack control... Now we must move!
Music thieves were smart.
So let the real lawsuits now start!
No more free, we will sue.
We will sue, no more free.
Stop this worldwide piracy!

They swiped our songs, which makes our whole world stink.
They swiped our songs, gave us financial red i-ink.
They swiped our songs, which made our profits dry.
They swiped our songs! They swiped our songs!

They swiped our songs, which makes our whole world stink.
They swiped our songs, gave us financial red i-ink.
They swiped our songs, which made our profits dry.
They swiped our songs! They swiped our songs!

Stolen music (music), won't buy, swiped our songs...

(instrumental fade)

R.I.A.A.
Satire about the greedy Recording Industry Association of America's lawsuits against 261 individuals who downloaded on-line music - including a 12 year girl and a 90 year old man
(Sung to the tune of "Y.M.C.A." by The Village People)

As sung by R.I.A.A. lawyers to a hapless teenaged music downloader:

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(instrumental intro)

Young man... we have hunted you down!
We say, young man... you can't hide underground.
We say, young man... song downloads have been found.
Boy, are we - real-ly un-happy!

Young man... there's no place you can go!
We say, young man... don't plead you're short of dough.
We'll create fear... and extort from your kind.
We have ways - to - track - your - theft crime...

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We want everything; crooks, we aim to destroy.
We can hang girls, too; not just boys!

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
You had better come clean.
'Cause with us, you must deal.
You can't - do - whatever to steal.

Young man... you can't listen for free.
We say, young man... we want our royalties
We say, young man... CD audio streams
That you got - you - owe - us something!

No man... is law unto himself.
We say, young man... burned CD's on your shelf,
Bought from "nowhere" - we're the R.I.A.A.
You must pay! Don't yelp, or make hay...

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We want everything; crooks we aim to destroy.
We can hang girls, too; not just boys!

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
You had better come clean.
'Cause with us, you must deal.
You can't - do - whatever to steal.

Young man... you've got legal issues.
We say, because, downloads gave us the blues.
We said, "Oh, man! We'll be buried alive.
We'll sue - the whole world - to - survive."

So then... no more downloads for free!
Drop dead, young man! You've been caught tryin' to cheat.
You must face us; we're the R.I.A.A.
So be smart - pay - back - as we say...

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We want everything; crooks we aim to destroy.
We can hang girls, too; not just boys!

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
You had better come clean.
'Cause with us, you must deal.
You can't - do - whatever to steal.

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We want everything; crooks we aim to destroy.
We can hang girls, too; not just boys!

We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
We'll make you pay; we're the R.I.A.A.
You had better come clean.
'Cause with us, you must deal.
You can't - do - whatever to steal.

R.I.A.A.
R.I.A.A.
R.I.A.A.
R.I.A.A.

(fade)

Don't Download Again
Satire inspired by Big Mu$ic's law$uits against 261 individual downloaders of on-line music
(Sung to the tune of "On The Road Again" by Willie Nelson)

As $ung by greedy mu$ic indu$try executives:

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(instrumental intro)

Don't download again!
We just hate if you go download again.
You could face prison, sharin' music with your friends.
'Cause we just hate to see you download again.

Don't download again!
When you face us, you'll just never win.
Seein' profits we may never see again,
'Cause we just hate to see you download again.

Don't download again!
Though you'll brand us Nazis, it's us or the highway.
We'll arrest your friends.
Insisting that the world will see things our way.
It's our way...

Don't download again!
We just hate if you go download again.
You could face prison, sharin' music with your friends.
'Cause we just hate to see you download again.

(instrumental break)

Don't download again!
Though you'll brand us Nazis, it's us or the highway.
We'll arrest your friends.
Insisting that the world will see things our way.
It's our way...

Don't download again!
We just hate if you go download again.
You could face prison sharin' music with your friends.
'Cause we just hate to see you download again.

'Cause we just hate to see you download again.

(instrumental ending)

War
(Sung to the tune of "More" by Andy Williams)

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(instrumental intro)

War... is the way that Shrub emperiled his throne.
Dissed... is the Shrub, who went to war alone.
War... through the bogus words Bush tried to say.
Troops... giving lives for Shrub's Oil War each day.

War... was supposed to help Bush "grow."
He was wrong; we told you so.
More lives will be wasted, keeping
GI spouses weeping...

Long... Bush's war will last a long, long time.
Bush... wants to bomb forever; profits climb.
We... know that Shrub just lives for war.
Bush's heart just wants more gore.
No one else could love more war.

(repeat verses)

Shrub Is Sore
Dubya is frustrated as his oil war on Iraq sinks into a quagmire, along with his poll ratings
(Sung to the tune of "Love In Store" by Fleetwood Mac)

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(instrumental intro)

What we know now 'bout Bush is unreal.
His policies, unsound.
Shrub got away with fu**ing things up.
It's gonna bring him down (it's gonna bring him down)

He can't fake it... any more.
He's running aground.
We know Shrub is sore.

Bush's problem is he's never dealt
With war, especially.
So crookedly, defies how we felt.
He dared oil stealing that way.

He can't fake it... any more.
He's running aground.
We know Shrub is sore.

Voters: take the Shrub away.
Egg that Bush Baby.
Voters: take the Shrub away.

He can't fake it... any more.
He's running aground.
We know Shrub is sore.

Voters: take the Shrub away.
Egg that Bush Baby.
Voters: take the Shrub away.

He can't fake it... any more.
He's running aground.
We know Shrub is sore.

Satire about demagogue Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice Roy Moore, who was recently suspended by a judicial ethics panel for his refusal to obey a federal court order to remove his Ten Commandments stone monument from the Alabama Judicial Building rotunda for violating the First Amendment barring the establishment of religion.

Moore's Slabs Of Rock
(Sung to the tune of "I Am A Rock" by Simon & Garfunkel)

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(instrumental intro)

They took away...
His stone slabs of Ten Commandments.
Just hear Roy Moore's zealots moan.
Praising Bible scripture ain't a public show.
So the fed'ral court decreed those slabs must go.

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

Caterwauled...
Slab worship by the righties.
But logic will not penetrate.
Fed buildings aren't for worship;
Courts have made that plain.
The First Amendment, Moore chose to disdain.

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

Can't squawk enough...
Well, we've heard his words of war.
Moore's judgeship now a memory.
His stubborness a blunder;
Unyielding, he defied
All his colleagues;
Now Judge Roy Moore might be tried.

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

We have law books.
What his zealots keep forgetting:
That Moore's zeal gives him no ar-ar-mor.
His slabs got the broom.
Though Roy Moore may fume.
Not much was won, but he spun "victory."

Moore's slabs of rock... violate Constitution.

He's got rocks in his brain;
Roy's unwise to advertise.

Satire about demagogue Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice Roy Moore, who was recently suspended by a judicial ethics panel for his refusal to obey a federal court order to remove his Ten Commandments stone monument from the Alabama Judicial Building rotunda for violating the First Amendment barring the establishment of religion.

Exodus of Roy Moore
(Sung to the tune of the theme from "Exodus" by Pat Boone)

As sung by Alabama Justice Roy Moore:

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(instrumental intro)

This slab... of mine... God gave this slab to me.
This slab... of Ten Commandments, see?
The fed'ral court has gone, and banned them; caused me pain.
I can't understand what they have done to me.

I made my stand, and now they're canning me.
I'll squawk at what they've planned for me.
Though I am just a man, my fans are by my side.
With their help, by God, I'll prove the court was wrong.

The slab no longer has a home.
I lost this fight; a fight to keep the slab of stone.
The fight to keep the slab of stone.
I will still try, by hand divine!

Headed For A Fight
(Sung to the tune of "Couldn't Get It Right" by Climax Blues Band)

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(instrumental intro)

Times were shifting; big drops in Bush's polls.
Dub-ya hid in Crawford, made his getaway.
Helpless feeling; bleeding, full of holes.
His regime is lurching, there's a debt to pay.

They're enraptured, thinking he's divine,
All the looneys of the Right.
But they couldn't see the blight.
But they couldn't see the bli-i-ight.
Bush kept on looking for a way
To fake until Election Night.
He's headed for a fi-ight.
He's headed for a fight.

More war fever... makes them feel all right.
Bush's "Holy Writ" - they think it's "destiny."
Quagmire-bound, so deep; they've run aground.
Stuck inside Iraq, but they refuse to see.

They're enraptured, thinking he's divine,
All the looneys of the Right.
But they couldn't see the blight.
But they couldn't see the bli-i-ight.
Bush kept on looking for a way
To fake until Election Night.
He's headed for a fi-ight.
He's headed for a fight.

(instrumental break)

New York City... got hit; Shrub did hide.
Many thousands died, planes caused fatality.
Bush was branded: coward deep inside;
Ran for cover to discount reality.

They're enraptured, thinking he's divine,
All the looneys of the Right.
But they couldn't see the blight.
But they couldn't see the bli-i-ight.
Bush kept on looking for a way
To fake until Election Night.
He's headed for a fi-ight.
He's headed for a fight.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Aggrieve: To distress; afflict; to inflict an injury or injuries on.

Won't Stop Aggrieving
(Sung to the tune of "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey)

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(instrumental intro)

Through the bombs Bush hurled,
Wants to rule the whole wide world.
With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.

He's Bush Daddy's boy.
Born and raised to steal, destroy.
With crooks of Far Right strain, attack anywhere.

(instrumental break)

Bush brings Iraq a smokey doom;
A hell you'll find, a heap of tombs.
In a while, will ensnare the Right;
War goes on and on and on and on...

Dangers... waiting...
Troops shot down while standing guard.
For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...

Street fights... people...
Shooting anything in motion.
Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.

(instrumental break)

Working hard to further kill;
Dubya just wants his thrill.
Sayin' anything, against advice,
Commits war crime.

"We will win, they will lose!"
Bush says (doesn't hear the boos).
War quagmire never ends,
War goes on and on and on and on...

Dangers... waiting...
Troops shot down while standing guard.
For shadows... searching in the ni-i-ight...

Street fights... people...
Shooting anything in motion.
Hiding... somewhere; still, they fight.

(instrumental break)

Won't stop... aggrieving.
War for oil stealing.
Far Right... neocons... want a fight...

Won't stop... aggrieving.
War for oil stealing.
Far Right... neocons... want a fight...

(repeat final verse and fade)

Won't Stop Deceiving
(Sung to the tune of "Don't Stop Believing" by Olivia Newton-John)

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(instrumental intro)

You think the world should see things your way.
Shrub, we loathe you.
Crooks rob our fortunes while you play.
Shrub, you're in a bind:
Screwed everything you've tried before.
Your lies... led to your Iraq War.

Election Day's soon - no one will want to know you.
'Cause all your plots keep... falling, or run aground.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
You'll just li-i-i-i-ie.
Mad daze, mad daze; you're drunk, but dry.

(instrumental break)

You chased your right wing dreams; they blind you.
Shrub, we know you.
Your cronies' greed sated through you.
Shrub, we know you'll fail.
You'll only see more foul-ups and mistakes.
You'll pray... Dick Cheney's heart won't quake.

Election Day's soon - no one will want to know you.
'Cause all your plots keep... falling, or run aground.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
Won't stop deceiving.
You'll just li-i-i-i-ie.
Mad daze, mad daze; you're drunk but dry.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Shrub Caused Sickening Slaughter
(Sung to the tune of "(Love Is) Thicker Than Water" by Andy Gibb)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

Flay his kind... they only offer more violent fights.
Connive like crazy, without end.
All to achieve their paradise.
Shrub's their deceiver.
'Cause they need more war to feed their coup;
Oil, what they're killing for.

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

(instrumental break)

Our troops fought... then they find out Bush don't care at all.
He'll leave they dying, in the end.
Blundering through Iraq, he'll go.
Shrub's a deceiver.
'Cause he needs more war to feed his coup.
Oil, he's not paying for.

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

Shrub fibs... piled like a mountain;
Shrub caused sickening slaughter.
New wars... his schemers' only dream.
Shrub's their angel... walks on water.

(instrumental fade)

The Stupid One
(Sung to the tune of "Seventh Son" by Johnny Rivers)

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(instrumental intro)

Everybody's talking' 'bout Bush Daddy's son.
To the whole wide world, he's the Stupid One.

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

Shrub has wrecked our future; press gives him a pass.
He has done things we rue for Big Oil and Gas:
Polluted skies, more acid rain.
Tell the First Moron he's also insane.

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead,
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

(instrumental break)

Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead.
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

Bush had thought his words for war sounded sweet,
As his bombin' tore Iraq apart, in the heat.
Killed the sick... razed the dead.
Made the whole wide world squawk, "Bush, you misled!"

Yeah, he's the one (Bush.. Baby, he's the one)
He's the one (Bush... Baby, he's the one)
He's the one, he's the one,
The one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).

(fade)

We Loathe War Bluster From This Czar
Dubya's "accomplishments" in his three year reign of error: 2 millions jobs lost, recession, 9/11, Iraq quagmire, international condemnation
(Sung to the tune of "Just The Way You Are" by Billy Joel)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub's estranging... allies, it's easy.
He never will back down from war... hmmm...
Just imagine... he's now the killer
Of thousands in Iraq, and more.

And... it was he who... brought times of trouble.
We never thought he'd go this far... hmmm...
He took our good times, created bad times.
We loathe war bluster from this czar.

(brief instrumental break)

Shrub goes lying... truth, he's slashin'
Deranged are his foreign affairs... hmmm...
He always will lie... in token fashion.
What people think - he doesn't care.

Now... he wants terror... legislation.
Do what he wants (he'll play that card)... hmmm...
And he wants no one... to stop the Bush coup.
He'll taunt; war bluster from this czar...

(brief instrumental break)

His greedy cronies know he'll always see
The same way; Dim Son and his crew.
Shrub's still a fake, and unbelieveably...
He'll say more lies, deceiving you.

Get rid of W... go pull the lever,
And vote to promise a new start... hmmm...
Go vote out W... for someone better.
We loathe war bluster from this czar...

(instrumental ending)

Satire inspired by Elaine Cassel's essay about Attorney General John Ashcroft's attempt to drum up falling public support for the unpopular PATRIOT Act, which has been condemned via resolutions by several states and over 100 U.S. cities

Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show
(Sung to the tune of "Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show" by Neil Diamond)

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(instrumental intro)

This... law's not right, 'cause it's been voted down;
Many states, many towns; it got beat.
John... hit the road, in support of the crown,
Went around, gettin' bad, hostile heat.
Has a bad intent; hates if we're "too free."
"Suspect hostile groups" - he deems you and me.

It's Ash... croft,
Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show.
Back up Bush Baby; be loyal, or maybe
If you oppose, Big Brother knows.
Brother John's Show...

(brief instrumental break)

Soon... John Ashcroft will shill:
"No, we are not done yet
With the terrorist threat; things look dim."
Prizes control, but he can't make his case
Selling fear to replace our own whim.
Ashcroft's got to go!
Let's do what it takes.
Vote Bush out and show
PATRIOT mistakes.

It's Ash... croft,
Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show.
Back up Bush Baby; be loyal, or maybe
If you oppose, Big Brother knows.
Brother John's Show...

(chorus sings refrain over spoken sermon:)
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...
He will fool ya... scare ya, how he'll fool ya...

Save this land of ours.
Talk down Bush today.
Let it start to grow.
Send Ashcroft away.

Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly! Folly!

It's Ash... croft, Brother John's PATRIOT Salvation Show.
Back up Bush Baby; be loyal, or maybe
If you oppose, Big Brother knows.
Brother John's Show...

(repeat chorus and fade)

Find Blame
(Sung to the tune of "Mind Games" by John Lennon)

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(instrumental intro)

He's trying to find blame... on others.
Bush and his handlers... hide misdeeds.
Bush has the mind of... a killer.
Ranting his mantra: "I rule Earth!"
Neocons braying to find blame... on others.
While stealin' Iraq crude, more arms for sale.
Bush has the mind of... a killer.
Death toll is tragic; arms searches had failed.

Shrub is not the answer,
And you know that for sure.
Shrub clings to power.
He'll never let it...
He'll never let it go.

He keeps on trying to find blame... on others.
Unsafe, our future... war is his now.
We must defeat Bush's kind... of killers:
Absolute power, with a stone for a mind.
What he's saying: he'll find blame... on others.
Protecting his image... a race against time.

Shrub is not the answer,
And you know that for sure.
Shrub clings to power.
He'll never let it...
He'll never let it go.

Bush keeps on trying to find blame... on others.
Lying's the ritual dance... of Dim Son.
Killing Iraqi guerillas...
Keeping the sole power; that's the Iraq deal.
Keeps on trying to find blame... forever.
Razing the spirit of peace and love.

"I want to," says Shrub, "Make war."
I know you've heard it before...

The Terminator
Satire about Republican candidate for Governor of California, Arnold Schwarzenegger
(Sung to the tune of "My Generation" by The Who)

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(instrumental intro)

Arnold has come back to t-town.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
G.O.P. brought Davis down.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
Things they did looked awful c-cold.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Their right wing lies are just what they sold.
(Now they want The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Their Enron scam got away.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Power shortage rigged to extort p-p-ay.
(Now they want The Terminator)
We see through Arnold's flaws - he's no debater.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
So quit gawkin' 'bout The Terminator.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Their Enron scam got away.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Power shortage rigged to extort p-p-ay.
(Now they want The Terminator)
We see through Arnold's flaws - he's no debater.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
So quit gawkin' 'bout The Terminator.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Arnold's coming back to t-town.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
G.O.P. brought Davis down.
(Talkin' 'bout The Terminator)
Things they did looked awful c-cold.
(Now they want The Terminator)
Their right wing lies are just what they sold.
(Now they want The Terminator)

"Vote for the Terminator.
Vote for the Terminator, baby."

Quagmire
(Sung to the tune of "Rag Doll" by The Four Seasons)

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(instrumental intro)

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

(Family crown) When Shrub was just a kid,
He chose the family crown.
(Family crown) He became emperor;
His oil war drags us down.
It's his... quagmire...
Dubya's... quagmire.
Iraq is the place where his mess lost face.

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh

(Bad quagmire) Deranged, his land grab was a planned stab; Iraq crude.
(Iraq crude) Now don't forget he caused a war 'cause of Dad's feud.
It's a... quagmire, such a... quagmire.
So the Shrub must go, we must let him know.

Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
We loathe his bluster as the czar.

Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh....
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh....

(instrumental fade)

Puppet Who Is King
(Sung to the tune of "Puppet On A String" by Elvis Presley)

As sung by Dubya to Karl Rove & Condi Rice:

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(instrumental intro)

Every time, for policy,
I need help from you for me.
I've become the puppet who is king.
You can do 'most anything to me.

There's too much to understand.
But your wish is my command.
I've become the puppet who is king.
You can do 'most anything through me.

Right wing really loves me.
You can be my mind.
My handlers, you can't do enough,
Because I'm flying blind.

Fake my part, and laissez-faire.
Cronies pleased through loving care.
For I'm just their puppet who is king.
They can do 'most anything through me.

Cronies really love me,
Because they are my kind.
My handlers, you can't do enough,
Because I'm flying blind.

Fake my part, and laissez-faire.
Cronies pleased through loving care.
For I'm just their puppet who is king.
They can do 'most anything through me.
They can do 'most anything through me.

The Groper
Satire about Arnold Schwarzenegger, California GOP candidate for Governor, who is known to have groped female actresses and talk show hosts
(Sung to the tune of "The Joker" by The Steve Miller Band)

As sung by Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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(instrumental intro)

"The Villain" cast me as dumb cowboy, ja.
Some say I'm "too anxious to love."
Sometimes I played police.
That was neat - it's the power that I love.

Chicks will talk and say I'm shady.
Say I'm doin' them wrong, doin' them wrong.
Hasta la vista, baby! No hurry...
My wife's right here, right here, right here, right here at home.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

Woo-oo-oo-oo... Woo-oo-oo-oo...

(A pretty woman catches Arnold's eye)

She's the cutest thing that I ever did see.
If she stays in my reaches, she'll have sex with me.
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time.
This she-baby, I'm sure to show her a good time.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

Chicks will talk and say I'm shady.
Say I've done them wrong, done them wrong.
Hasta la vista, baby! No hurry...
My wife's right here at home.

She's the cutest thing that I ever did see.
If she stays in my reaches, she'll have sex with me.
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time.
This she-baby, I'm sure to show her a good time.

I'm a good picker, love 'em thinner.
As a lover, I'm good dinner.
Girls my amusement; they can't run.
I'm a groper, not a moper.
I'm an interloper.
I sure do like to flirt for fun.

(repeat chorus and fade)

I'll Be Gov, Bush Wishes
(Sung to the tune of "I'll Be Home For Christmas" by Bing Crosby)

As sung by Republican gubernatorial candidate Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
Rove has planned, you'll see:
TV shows, talk hosts I chose.
While peasants fawn for me.

Davis leaving, finally.
Victim of our schemes.
I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
The Golden State, his dreams.

(instrumental break)

I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
Rove has planned, you'll see:
TV shows, talk hosts I chose.
While peasants fawn for me.

Davis leaving, finally.
Victim of our schemes.
I'll be Gov, Bush wishes.
The Golden State, his dreams.

Oh, Arnold
(Sung to the tune of "Oh, Carol" by Neil Sedaka)

As sung by California Republican fat cats to their gubernatorial candidate, Arnold Schwarzenegger

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Oh, Arnold! We want you to rule.
G.O.P. knows you... on the screen look cool.

Your party... now wants you to try
To replace Davis, as your party's guy.

California state is like no other; if you win, we'll crow.
It won't be easy; too much you don't know.

You can win as gov'nor, that's the sweet part.
We'll tell you what to do.
So, Arnold... please help out W.

(instrumental break)

California state is like no other; if you win, we'll crow.
It won't be easy; too much you don't know.

You can win as gov'nor, that's the sweet part.
We'll tell you what to do.
So, Arnold... please help out W.

Schwarzenegger
(Sung to the tune of "Operator" by Jim Croce)

As sung by California Republican fat cats to Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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(instrumental intro)

Schwarzenegger.... oh, could you help with this recall?
Your poll numbers are unmatched against poor Gray Davis.
Start your campaign today - we can take this state away.
Your name and face are known well; that's why we say this.

Dub-ya wants this state under his control,
So don't forget all that.
If you win as Gov'nor, we are behind it.
This state recall's just what we had in mind,
So don't go... and run your own side show.
Just take directions well.
So Rove will script your words,
'Cause you can't win yourself.
We're the power that's real.
Don't back out - let's make a deal.

(instrumental break)

Schwarzenegger... oh, can you help with this recall?
'Cause we need the numbers of this state greatly.
We want to fantasize... that we will capture this state in time.
If California's lost, Bush will lose his safety.

Dub-ya wants this state under his control,
So don't forget all that.
If you win as Gov'nor, we are behind it.
This state recall's just what we had in mind,
So don't go... and run your own side show.
Just take directions well.
So Rove will script your words,
Cause you can't win yourself.
We're the power that's real.
Don't back out - let's make a deal.

Go, go, go, go! Let's now make a deal.

Schwarzenegger... we've hedged our bets on this recall.
And we don't care what scandals you'll have to walk through.
We'll thank you in time.
Be a good soldier, and you'll find
You'll just be our mime.

Dub-ya wants this state under his control,
So don't forget all that.
If you win as Gov'nor, we are behind it.
This state recall's just what we had in mind,
So don't go... and run your own side show.
Just take directions well.
So Rove will script your words,
Cause you can't win yourself.
We're the power that's real.
Don't back out - let's make a deal.

(instrumental ending)

Bush Lies 'Bout Yellow Cake Sold
Yellow cake refers to the uranium ore falsely claimed by the Bush Administration to have been sold by Niger to Iraq, and used as evidence to start a war
(Sung to the tune of "Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road" by Elton John)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush polls come tumblin' down.
Exposed: his lies, so grand.
Wanted Iraq to disarm.
He should have listened to his old man.

He knows he can't cover his error.
His CIA now abused.
It's not too pleasant for his neocons gropin'.
Bush Boy looks dumb, and he's singing... the blu-u-ues...
Ah.... Ah...

'Cause Bush lies 'bout yellow cake sold.
Now he's flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
"I want Iraq war won now!"
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger's asking Bush to apologize
For lies 'bout yellow cake so-o-old...
Ah.... Ah...

What does Bush think he'll do then?
He's gettin' shot down, it's plain.
He'll chug down a couple of vodka and tonics
To numb his poor brain again.

Sack Bush and get a replacement,
His petty regime runs aground.
Morals? Do Bushies have any?
Shilling for nitwits like Shrub, who's unsou-ou-ound.
Ah... Ah...

'Cause Bush lies 'bout yellow cake sold.
Now he's flogged: impropriety, foul.
The Shrub now rants in the White House:
"I want Iraq war won now!"
Lackeys are scowling that Dems have the goods,
Blunting the lies that Bush told.
Niger's asking Bush to apologize
For lies 'bout yellow cake so-o-old...
Ah.... Ah...

Lied 'Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree" by Tony Orlando & Dawn)

As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:

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(instrumental intro)

Polls suck at home; I'm bidin' time.
Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine.
But if things don't get better, selling new wars sets me free.
Though I don't know what to do, neocons want me.
Neocons want me.

I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.

"Conniver!" world screamed at me.
But I really couldn't care, 'cause I don't see.
Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key.
A lie 'bout yellow cake uranium got war for me.
My war, I sold with ease...

I lied 'bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It's been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin' and still fibbin', Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won't be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied 'bout yellow cake and got (and got a war) a war for me.

(instrumental break)

Now the whole damned world is jeering...
'Cause they don't believe in me...
My lie 'bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me.
They're dumb at home...

Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me...

(fade)

Right Wing Wants To Reign In All Of California
(Sung to the tune of "It Never Rains In Southern California" by Albert Hammond)

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(instrumental intro)

Jumped aboard the gravy train since 9/11;
Right Wing thinks that war will hide what they now do:
Enron scams, Homeland "Security,"
Big tax breaks for cronies,
Bush coup... isn't through.

Right wing wants to reign in all of... California.
They will soften words to hide their talk of war.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall... Gray's recall.

Right wing jerks, to come out ahead,
Refuse to respect what voters said.
Davis unloved, and Issa's bread,
Contest the state throne.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall... Gray's recall.

Bush can tell through polls at home
His star has faded.
His coffers now still grow, but feels the ache.
He lost California soundly,
Lost California soundly.
State he must take...
State he must take...

Right wing wants to reign in all of... California.
They will soften words to hide their talk of war.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall... Gray's recall.

Don't Let Dim Son Practice Lying
(Sung to the tune of "Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying" by Gerry & The Pacemakers)

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Don't let Dim Son practice lying.
The Right's big crimes fell on deaf ears.
Iraq has been broken through might.
But tomorrow, there's more war to fight.
Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

For right wing, battles have appeared.
Now they're opposed, seen as wierd.
World warring brings them joy;
Rule the world through Bush Boy.
Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

We know that Shrub's lying is a bad thing.
Won't stop troops dying, what his words bring.

Dubya-M-D's undiscovered.
Iraq oil theft, reasons covered.
Let's not forget that Shrub's to blame,
Bloodletting, his way, is his aim.
Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

Far Right, She's Mean
Dedicated to looney right wing columnist Ann Coulter
(Sung to the tune of "Good Night, Irene" by The Weavers)

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(instrumental intro)

Ann Coulter's books are sordid.
She rants and toots her own horn.
To sow discord, an obscene disgrace.
We're sorry she'd ever been born.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

Disgrace, Ann is to our country.
Bush shill who props up his crown.
Causing right wing com-mo-o-tion,
A chump chicken-livered clown.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

We loathe Miss Mean, and all she'll do.
Loathe her 'cause her sleaze gets by.
'Cause Miss Mean learned to attack only
Those who won't fight back her lies.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

Dissembling, she's resembling:
Twit, brayin' out loud, for spite.
She moan 'bout no love and family.
Denounce her and the Far Right.

She's mean, far ri-i-ight.
She's mean, far right.
Far right, she's mean,
Far right, she's mean,
With sleazy right wing schemes.

Not Sorry I Lied
(Sung to the tune of "I'm Sorry" by John Denver)
By Darrell Decker & W. Tong

As sung by Dubya Bush

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(instrumental intro)

It's cold here now in D.C. -
At least it seems that way,
And I've been thinking about what I am gonna say.
Thinking about lost good times;
Thinking about the strain.
Thinking about how bad it feels; I'm wrong again.

Not sorry for the way things are in Basra.
Not sorry that there's no democracy.
Saddam's been put on the shelf;
I called for war myself.
Can't find WMD's!

My friends all ask this question:
Have I now lost my mind?
I expect to be impeached almost any time.
Now they all know I'm lying;
Knee-deep Neo-Right.
They all know I'm trying to just save my hide.

Not sorry for all the lies I told you.
Not sorry for Iraqis I must slay.
Saddam's been put on the shelf;
I called for war myself.
Made Saddam leave; he had to pay.

(vocal ad lib - instrumental break)

Not sorry I took Iraq for granted
Not sorry for no brains behind this coup.
Saddam's been put on the shelf;
I called for war myself.
Free oil for my crew!

(vocal ad lib - instrumental ending)

Liar
(Sung to the tune of "Fire" by The Pointer Sisters)

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(instrumental intro)

Deriding Bush the Czar;
Propped up on hate radio.
He bullsh*ts the most;
The world says so.
They say they don't like it,
'Cause they know Shrub's a liar.
We should dismiss...
This... liar!

Hate-talk Right;
Bush faking at home.
You know he wants to stay.
For war, Bush started it alone.
World says they loathe W.,
'Cause they know Shrub's a liar.
We should dismiss...
This... liar!

We got plutocracy, right from the start.
A drift far right; we ought to tear them apart.
Bush sheep are jumping, 'cause they like a fool,
And this is their turn; Bush's heart stays cruel...

One year to go, he'll fool you yet.
Bombed Saddam, Osama.
Weapons ain't found yet.
The Shrub, on war, can rely.
His words say sh*t,
And his words stay a lie.
We should dismiss...
This... liar!

Bush is a liar (liar)
Year to go 'til fired (liar)
Dislike what he's doing (liar)
That liar...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Lying
(Sung to the tune of "Crying" by Roy Orbison)

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(instrumental intro)

The Neo-Right... have a style:
Lie and smile; that's their style.
For they saw that Bush Lite
Stole Iraq's land with might.
Have them stopped; we'll say, "Hell, no!"
We should give them hell;
Their tactics smell,
'Cause they've been ly-y-y-y-ing (all they do)...
Ly-y-y-y-ing (all they do)...
World said they're wrong,
But Bush went it all alone;
Made war by lying...
Lying... lying... ly-ing.
Not hard to understand:
Dubya's touch on our land
Was marked by lying.

You bought the lies... of W?
They're untrue, so untrue.
He rushed with greed to war,
Settled Poppy's score.
Oil Darlings: Bush and his crew.
Most people now agree:
Bush will always be...
Ly-y-y-y-ing (all he'll do)
Ly-y-y-y-ing (all he'll do)

Neo-cons, begone!
The Shrub is just your pawn.
They'll be lying... lying... lying... lying...
Yeah, lying... lying.... all.... they'll... do....

(instrumental ending)

Bomb Saddam's Sons
Regarding recent U.S. reports about Qusai and Odai Hussein: remember that the pro-Bush press also breathlessly reported the alleged demise of "Chemical Ali" who was later confirmed alive and well.
(Sung to the tune of "Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles)

(As sung by a desparate Dubya looking to distract from his WMD scandal:)

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(instrumental intro)

Bomb Saddam's sons...
Bomb Saddam's sons... and I say:
Let's all fight...

We are warring... but damn, my polls now start to splinter.
We are warring... but I have fears I'll lose next year.
Bomb Saddam's sons...
Bomb Saddam's sons... and I say
Let's all fight...

Saddam's sons: here we come...
Saddam's sons: here we come...
Saddam's sons: here we come...
Saddam's sons: here we come...
Saddam's sons: here we come...
Saddam's sons: here we come...

We are warring... my poll support is slowly melting.
We are warring... but I have fears I'll lose next year.
Bomb Saddam's sons...
Bomb Saddam's sons... and I say
Let's all fight...

Bomb Saddam's sons...
Bomb Saddam's sons... and I say
Let's all fight...
Let's all fight.

Sixteen Words
Dubya's pack of lies told to sell his war on Iraq is now being spun by his handlers as "sixteen words"
(Sung to the tune of "Sixteen Tons" by Tennessee Ernie Ford)

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(instrumental intro)

Some people say his mind is made out of crud.
Through war, Bush slayed; traded oil for blood.
Oil for blood, a war that's long;
For reasons weak; an attack that's wrong.

He sold "16 words" - what did we get?
A warmonger bolder, who feels no regret.
No "leader" do we call him, 'cause Bush did toil
To sell his soul just to steal Iraq's oil.

Bush was warned 'gainst warring by the world this time.
His bullsh*t was shoveled, to make his polls climb.
He sold us "16 words" just to get his goal.
His Big Oil boss said, "We own your soul."

He sold "16 words" - what did we get?
A warmonger bolder, who feels no regret.
No "leader" do we call him, 'cause Bush did toil
To sell his soul just to steal Iraq's oil.

Now the world is mourning, Iraq's set aflame.
Fightin' and trouble in Iraq; who's to blame?
The press praised his hubris and encouraged his lyin',
The Far Right-owned moron still will cause more dyin'.

He sold "16 words" - what did we get?
A warmonger bolder, who feels no regret.
No "leader" do we call him, 'cause Bush did toil
To sell his soul just to steal Iraq's oil.

His war drum's still drummin' - sheeple step in stride.
Bush kept the truth hidden; a lot of men died.
Insisted that "Saddam's nuke weapons" were real;
Oil, the right wing junta just wanted to steal.

He sold "16 words" - what did we get?
A warmonger bolder, who feels no regret.
No "leader" do we call him, 'cause Bush did toil...
To sell his soul... just to... steal Iraq's oil.

Johnny's No Good
Dedicated to the Crisco Kid, Attorney General John AssKKKroft
(Sung to the tune of "Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry)

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(instrumental intro)

This A.G. goes bananas when he sees "obscene."
He'll spy on neighborhoods for those he deems "unclean."
The "crooks" that he's nabbin' weren't understood.
Dissenters just annoy Mr. Johnny No Good.
John Ashcroft thinks our Constitution burns so well,
But he serves Bush the Czar, and he's bringing us hell.

Say no!
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
Johnny's no good!

He used to carry Crisco oil by the jumbo pack.
He'd anoint himself; what a zealous quack.
He then appeared to Congress he would make the grade
As A.G., but he lied, and then he had it made.
If people ask him why his staff is forced to pray,
He'll spy, then send goons out to take them away.

Say no!
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
Johnny's no good!

John lost his re-election to Mel Carnahan.
Then Bush usurped as leader, and assumed command.
Bush's people said, "Ashcroft, don't be down.
They'll fear you when you use powers for our crown.
We're gettin' our way; your name will hit the heights."
We say, "Johnny's no good; far right."

Say no!
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
No, Johnny's no, no, no...
Johnny's no good!

No Threat Was There
(Sung to the tune of "Teddy Bear" by Elvis Presley)

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No WMD's... no Saddam threat was there.
Can't explain, won't re-inspect; can't find them anywhere.
Where can they be (where can they be)?
No threat was there.

The world's calling you a liar;
A liar who acts tough.
We all know that you were lyin'.
Kept lyin' that you would find ... Saddam's stuff.

You wanted to see... that a threat was there.
Can't explain, won't re-inspect; can't find them anywhere.
Where can they be (where can they be)?
No threat was there.

No WMD's... you told us lies outright.
Trigger-finger foreign affairs,
To bomb Iraq for spite.
Where can they be (where can they be)?
No threat was there.

The world's calling you a liar;
A liar who acts tough.
We all know that you were lyin'.
Kept lyin' that you would find... Saddam's stuff.

You wanted to see... that a threat was there.
Can't explain, won't re-inspect; can't find them anywhere.
Where can they be (where can they be)?
No threat was there.
Where can they be (where can they be)?
No threat was there.
But G. Dubya B. said the threat was there.

Dumb Bush Baby Should Get Fired
(Sung to the tune of "Light My Fire" by The Doors)

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(instrumental intro)

He sold us sh*t that was untrue.
The polls now say he is a liar.
With no cause, he used a ruse.
World, Bush has earned its ire.

Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.

This time, investigate; he's through.
His reign of error should expire.
Tyrant whom we didn't choose.
Made Iraq part of his oil empire.

Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get... fired!

(long instrumental break)

This time, investigate; he's through.
His reign of error should expire.
Tyrant whom we didn't choose.
Made Iraq part of his oil empire.

Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get... fired!

He sold us sh*t that was untrue.
The polls now say he is a liar.
With no cause, he used a ruse.
World, Bush has earned its ire.

Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.

(instrumental ending)

We've Seen Scandals
(Sung to the tune of "Sixteen Candles" by The Crests)

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Zapped the earth (pray!)...
Zapped the earth (pray!)...
Crazy Bush, the Shrub must go...

We've seen scandals... coming now to light.
With all his might, Bush still lies tonight (Bush still lies tonight)...
Oh...

Throw out these scoundrels; make your wish come true.
We'll all be wishing that the Shrub leaves, too (that the Shrub leaves, too)

From all we have seen (we've seen),
The Bush regime's unclean (so unclean)
Shrub's the pettiest... looniest king we've ever seen (we've ever seen)...
Oh...

We've seen scandals... from the start, get-go.
Devour... his power... for the Shrub must go (for the Shrub must go)

From all we have seen (we've seen),
The Bush regime's unclean (so unclean)
Shrub's the pettiest... looniest king we've ever seen (we've ever seen)...
Oh...

We've seen scandals... from the start, get-go.
Devour... his power... for the Shrub must go (for the Shrub must go)
For the Shrub must go!

Bogus Words
(Sung to the tune of "Words" by The Bee Gees)

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Pile, an ever-nasty pile;
A pile of Bush mendacity.
There was no threat from ol' Saddam,
Just oil war rapacity.
This world has been turned gory.
Iraqis killed for glory of the Shrub.
Right now, you'll see more Bush war crimes.
Who's dying for him now... for Shrub?

Stalking Bush are his own words;
Prevaricates for all to see.
GI's are sniped at, losing life;
Iraqis want them all to flee.
Big stink, 'cause Bush did not come clean;
Oil war, he had his say.
Used bogus words... for war he had to have;
Took Iraq's oil away.

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Big stink, 'cause Bush did not come clean;
Oil war, he had his say.
Used bogus words... for war he had to have;
Took Iraq's oil away.
Used bogus words... for war he had to have;
Took Iraq's oil away.
Used bogus words... for war he had to have;
Took Iraq's oil away.

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