Bush nominates Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz, one of the chief architects of the U.S. oil war on Iraq, to be the new head of the World Bank.

Neocon Wolfie Running The World Bank
(Sung to the tune of "Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard" by Paul Simon)

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Still missing, Osama; and thousands dead;
Dubya rained bombs on a poor nation.
"There was never a doubt!" he heard Wolfie shout,
That war would help his administration.

And so they bent the law... and so, they bent the law.
Torture that you saw? Bush had bent the law.

One time Wolfie went down to the Baghdad compound,
'Cause his war needed his attention.
Tryin' to find Saddam, then his hotel got bombed;
Must have wet his pants from the tension.

Said, "On my way... back home's where I'm going.
I'm on my war... had enough war time, and I shouldn't be there."
It's more co-o-zy to be a bank owner.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.

Despite Bush's war craze, and incompetent ways,
And suppressed torture stories leak.
Wolfie, the PNAC high priest isn't bothered the least;
His incompetence hid by newspeak.

Said, "On my way... back home's where I'm going.
I'm on my war... had enough war time, and I shouldn't be there."
It's more co-o-zy to be a bank owner.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.
Bush wants neocon Wolfie running the World Bank.

Guilty of Too Many War Crimes
(Sung to the tune of "Give Me Just A Little More Time" by Kylie Minogue/The Chairman of the Board)

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Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.

Hear Bush snort, "I made no mistake!"
He thinks that all others should not debate.
Dumb and impatient, he may be.
Others bleed; he acts foolishly.
Blown apart: Iraq (don't forget it)
Years from now, we'll surely regret it.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.

War sprung, and in a big hurry.
So eager was Shrub; was judge and jury.
Shrub's inept - his weakness in life.
But he's king, with no oversight.
War f**k-ups cause Shrub more woe.
More soldiers will soon bleed to guard Big Oil's dough.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

Shrub is discountin' his war crimes.
War crimes all together to his band is fine.
It's long been known that torture is wrong.
Bush just feels that he can, makes him look "strong."
Excuses? Can't fake it; there's no doubt.
We owe it to ourselves to throw Bush out.

Shrub's guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

Guilty of too many war crimes.
The Shrub must surely go.
Crazy, he's crazy.
Crazy, he's crazy.

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The Head Chimp proclaims:

Don't Believe In Evolution
(Sung to the tune of "Revolution" by The Beatles)

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As sung by Head Chimp George Dubya Bush

I don't believe in ev-o-lu-tion...
I say it ain't so.
The right wing now rules the world.

Creationism is the so-lu-tion;
Supporters say so.
The right wing now rules the world.

When scientists talk about des-truc-tion
Of ozone layer, I just tune them out.

Don't they know that cannot be?!
I'm right!
I'm right!
I'm right!

Kyoto Treaty is no so-lu-tion;
Global warming ain't so.
We'll grab all the oil we can.

Conservatives want ret-ri-bu-tion
Against science that shows
Lower primates led to man.

Collected big money from people whose minds just hate
All science and logic, which bothers their mental state.

They all crow and count on me.
I'm right!
I'm right!
I'm right!

I'm right... I'm right... I'm right... I'm right...

(repeat final refrain ad nauseum)

Shrub The Czar
(Sung to the tune of "Love Bizarre" by Shiela E)

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More screw-ups by Shrub, who whines 'cause he has thin skin...
Vacuous words... that scream of outrageous spin.

Bush wants all the stuff... that's found in right wingers' dreams;
More lives he will snuff... through attacks by his rogue regime.

Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.
Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.

For Bush and his kind, the world is theirs to screw.
The axes they grind, to do things through right wing coup.

Follow his side - Bush Boy wields abuse of power.
He claimed without proof, victory when war's gone sour.

Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.
Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.

More screw-ups by Shrub, who whines 'cause he has thin skin.

Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.
Hated, by far; the world taunts our Shrub, the Czar.

This Monarch's Not Mentally Balanced
(Sung to the tune of "The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance" by Gene Pitney)

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Not mentally balanced, wears the crown; Shrub's a war hawk so snide, so snide.
Not mentally balanced, stalks around; henchmen, his flaws, they'd hide.
Stealing oil through guns, and ignored the law, 'cause Dubya thought he could.
When it came to lootin' sums so vast... he was mighty good.

To rout Middle East, Shrub's danger came; shreds law books in our land, this man's...
The kind of man whose zest and zeal would claim a troubled land.
Stealing oil through guns, and ignored the law, 'cause Dubya thought he could.
When it came to lootin' sums so vast... he was mighty good.

Neo-con plans would aid Dim Son; these neo-cons appall.
This monarch's not mentally balanced; he's not mentally balanced.
He must be crazy after all.

The Shrub, to this world's a hated man; preyed on Iraq, you know; preyed on...
He's tryin' to kill peaceful life, where Shrub is free to go.
Stealing oil through guns, and ignored the law, 'cause Dubya thought he could.
Thumping bibles, shakedowns by his caste; snubbed law books 'cause they could.

Through bombs and air raids, he preyed; Iraq still burns, through hateful Right... looney Right.
And nothin' we said could keep his plan from goin' out to fight.
For a moment, the world's protests were full-blown; uncaring, this king won't learn.
Only men of clout, like Bush's brother, are Dim Son's concern.

Dubya's herd: crackpots, all shout; crackpots made liberty fall.
This monarch's not mentally balanced; he's not mentally balanced.
He must be crazy after all.

This monarch's not mentally balanced; he's not mentally balanced.
He must be crazy after all.

War-Wrangled Manner
(Sung to the tune of "The Star Spangled Banner")

Wrangle, verb. To quarrel noisily or angrily; bicker. (Describes the bellicose Emperor Bush quite well, doesn't it?)

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Bush's crazed plans feed greed.
Our troops, pawns of armed might.
But so loudly, he's hailed
By the Far Right, who's beaming.

Bush so primed to start wars;
"Anti-terrorist" fight.
Now Iraq's been debauched;
Halliburton's damned scheming.

Awe and Shock from the air;
Bush now kills without care:
Aloof to the plight of Iraq (oil's still there).
Through hate does Bush's war-wrangled manner hold sway.
Guts our land's democracy, while his war mongers rave.

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Shrub's Terra War
(Sung to the tune of "America The Beautiful")

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To dutiful sheep, Bush just lies;
Big scams for cronies' gain.
Usurped vote count; crowned travesty;
More war, financial drain.

Shrub's "Terra War",
Shrub's "Terra War";
Iraq erased for greed.
Shrub found "godhood" by bein' no good.
His deeds kill; our troops bleed.

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Originally posted 6/21/03
Stand By, Iran
(Sung to the tune of "Stand By Your Man" by Tammy Wynette)

(As sung by Warmonger Dubya Bush to his sheeple about his next planned invasion)

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Sometimes it's hard to keep a war on.
Congress gave power to just one man.
Forget bad times; my war means good times.
I'm now king, and I'm running this land.

You all did loathe him; war we gave him.
Saddam is gone; let's party - we grabbed his land.
So don't think of him, or missing weapons.
'Cause after all, he's one bad man.

Stand by, Iran...
We've got big arms to sting you.
We're bringing war to dump you.
We'll fight; black gold you're owning.

Stand by, Iran...
And tell the world we're comin'
We'll give you our regime change plan.
Stand by, Iran...

Stand by, Iran...
And tell the world we're comin'
We'll give you our regime change plan.
Stand by, Iran...

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Torturer-In-Chief, er... New Attorney General Alberto "Seedy" Gonzalez shows off his new tie

Our Country Used To Be
(Sung to the tune of "My Country 'Tis of Thee")

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Our country used to be
A land of liberty;
Now it's right wing.
Suspects have rights denied;
Tortured, but never tried;
Things government of Bush must hide;
Mess by THE dumb king.

Our country visibly
Became theocracy,
Run by the Shrub.
He'd raid Fort Knox to kill.
Making war is his thrill.
Cronies have coffers Bush must fill
Neo-cons, his club.

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Shrub's Appalling Reign
(Sung to the tune of "Rhythm Of The Rain" by The Cascades)

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World criticism, Shrub's appalling reign;
Telling Bush just what a fool he's been.
They wish that he would go or fired for bein' insane
Before he starts new wars again.

The former world we cared about has gone away;
Bush has ripped it all apart.
So little does he know, except to get his way.
A plunderer and crook at heart.

Reign of hell right now; fat cats don't care.
Bush had to steal our rights away, so we won't dare
Reject Shrub's young brother (who's more smart), just four years away.

The former world we cared about has gone away;
Bush has ripped it all apart.
So little does he know, except to get his way.
A plunderer and crook at heart.

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Reign of Shrub is hell; we loathe him so.
Sleaze of Dim Son; Bush and cohorts must go.
Reign from the start tainted by Shrub, from four years ago.

World criticism, Shrub's appalling reign;
Telling Bush just what a fool he's been.
They wish that he would go or fired for bein' insane
Before he starts new wars again.

Let's blister his appalling reign...
Let us shatter, let us shatter...
Go, go, go blister his appalling reign...
Let us shatter, let us shatter...

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Angel of the Right Wing
(Sung to the tune of "Angel of the Morning" by Juice Newton)

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With bombs to fling on foreign lands,
Emperor Shrub's not kind at heart.
Iraq must bleed; Afghanistan...
Attacked through lies, for wars to start.
Bush will not heed protests at home.
He's cold enough to kill and yawn.

Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Through minds so weak, zealots believe Bush Baby.
Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Press toadies earned their pay... with glee.

King of the dumb Right sure is dim;
To them, don't matter anyhow.
Abroad, he's heckled, and gets pinned
By a free press; Bush has a cow.
We are all victims of the Right;
Their taunts are blinded by their spite.

Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Through minds so weak, zealots believe Bush Baby.
Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Press toadies earned their pay... with glee.

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Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Through minds so weak, zealots believe Bush Baby.
Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Press toadies earned their pay... with glee.

Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Through minds so weak, zealots believe Bush Baby.
Bush is the Angel of the Right Wing (angel)
Press toadies earned their pay...
Lie down, let Bush get his way...
With glee.

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Why do you think he's called "Bush Baby"?

Leaders of the Bushie Brown-Nose Brigade

The Lame Brain

Satire about Bush's new Attorney General, Alberto Gonzalez, who as former White House counsel co-authored the infamous memos advising Bush to ignore the Geneva Conventions banning torture as war crimes

Torture Boy
(Sung to the tune of "Soldier Boy" by the Shirelles)

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Torture Boy...
Bush's A.G., Torture Boy...
Shill for W.

Hired to serve Shrub,
Covered up his past flubs.
Made Gonzalez able to
Put the screws to you.
Now the whole world
Hates the Shrub for torture.
Who enabled torture?
Gonzalez, that is who!

Bush never said "no,"
So torture followed.
Who made it so?
Gonzalez, that's who.
To hidden ports or foreign shores
Torture suspects were procured.
Screw you, W!

Torture Boy...
Bush's little Torture Boy...
Shill for W.

Posted originally on January 30, 2004.

The unelected fraud gives us his State of the Campaign (er, Union) - platitudes and attitudes of mass distraction to divert attention from Bush's QWagmire and wrecked economy

Bush's State of the Union
(Sung to the tune of "Mother And Child Reunion" by Paul Simon)

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Bullsh*t's all he'll give; this false dope.
Regime change, Election Day.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

We can't see the lives that he
Is taking through war each day.
Iraqi oil, takes for free.
WMD's "got away."
"Stay the course during war time," runs...
Over and over again.

Bullsh*t's all he'll give; this false dope.
Regime change, Election Day.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

Bush sheep still believe him so.
To the world, seems strange today.
Our prestige now laid so low.
Oil war in a serious way.
"Stay the course during war time," runs...
Over and over again.

Bullsh*t's all he'll give; this false dope.
Regime change, Election Day.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.
We heard Bush's State of the Union:
Ignored war, an ocean away.

Satire about the inept Condoleeza Rice, confirmed and sworn in as Bush's new Secretary of State after being grilled by members of the U.S. Senate

Condoleeza Swore
(Sung to the tune of "My Cherie Amour" by Stevie Wonder)

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Neo-Condoleeza...
Neo-Co-on-doleeza...

Condoleeza swore... Shrub was right in every way.
Condoleeza swore... to be a shill, her own way.
Condoleeza swore... to prop up the Dunce, whom she adores.
She's now Bush's girl to start more wars.
Got their wish through their designs.

Bush's staff now prays their war crimes will remain discreet.
Bush won't hear you; neo-cons set policy.
Condoleeza swore; at her confirmation, she ignored
Bush's lies 'bout Iraq to start war.
Got their wish through their designs.

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There is no way you'll see Shrub face a hostile crowd.
There is no way that we'll see Condi's "mushroom cloud."
So, Condoleeza swore... to prop up the Dunce, whom she adores.
She's now Bush's girl to start more wars.
Got their wish through their designs.

Neo-Condoleeza...
Neo-Co-on-doleeza...

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Sending More Troops, You'll See
(Sung to the tune of "Sloop John B" by The Beach Boys)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya regarding his Iraq quagmire:

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I'm sending more troops - you'll see.
My plan: "democracy."
More bombs will be dropped down; we'll go it alone.
With more armed might, we'll soon win this fight.
Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

Rejoice now, for we won't fail.
Have faith, don't be upset.
We'll draft more troops for this war, not let them go home.
Let them go home?! Can't let them go home!
Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

Iraq's fate won't be sunk
By rebels and all their bunk.
Elections will soon be done, and I'll get my way.
I'm on the throne; Iraq will stay a war zone.
Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

Rejoice now, for we won't fail.
Have faith, don't be upset.
We'll draft more troops for this war, not let them go home.
Let them go home?! Can't let them go home!
Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

A stalemate gives me the fits!
So bombs away, blow 'em to bits!
Don't play by the book; use torture, make prisoner porn.
Can't let them go home; let them go home?!
Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

Rejoice now, for we won't fail.
Have faith, don't be upset.
We'll draft more troops for this war, not let them go home.
Let them go home?! Can't let them go home!
Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

Won't be no shake-up; our troops won't go home.

Ain't Quittin' In Iraq - There's No Way
(Sung to the tune of "Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay" by Otis Redding)

As sung by Emperor Bush, refusing to recognize his Iraq quagmire

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Quittin' when this war ain't done?
Won't be quittin' until kingdom come!
Watch my warships roll in.
I can shock and blow 'em away again.

Ain't quittin' in Iraq - there's no way!
I've got my pride; troops will stay.
No, ain't quittin' in Iraq - there's no way!
This place is mi-i-i-ine.

I rule at home; hide war dead.
Terrorists get sent away.
They'll have nothing to live for,
When they're sent down to Guantanamo Bay.

Ain't quittin' in Iraq - there's no way!
I've got my pride; troops will stay.
No, ain't quittin' in Iraq - there's no way!
This place is mi-i-i-ine.

Look here - nothing's gonna change!
Everything will remain the same.
You will do what my people tell you to do.
Just say yes, and refrain from blame...

Troops are here, testing war zone.
This war ain't a mess, and I'll keep my throne.
Few thousand lives or one;
We'll stay in Iraq, 'til done.

Ain't quittin' in Iraq - there's no way!
I've got my pride; troops will stay.
No, ain't quittin' in Iraq - there's no way!
This place is mi-i-i-ine.

(Bush whistles in the dark...)

Protest His Inauguration
(Sung to the tune of "Just My Imagination" by The Temptations)

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Bush plays his Nintendo; won't watch events as they pass by-y.
He says to himself, "I'm su-uch a lucky guy-uy.
I am the world ruler... the neocons' dream come true.
Running my empire and the world... which belongs to me."

Millions protest his inauguration... and his theocracy.
They protest his inaugura-a-tion... and his theocracy.

Dead troops get buried, to grieving families;
Bush had chosen to steal oil out of a country,
Killing children, by decree.
He'll tell you li-i-i-ies... to realize it all.
World empire is his dream; oil to steal, through his schemes.

Millions protest his inauguration (once again)... and his theocracy.
They protest his inaugura-a-tion... and his theocracy.

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Every night, on his knees, Bush prays:
"Dear Lord, hear my plea...
Don't ever let Democrats take power from me,
Or I will surely cry-y-y...
Oh, my war is... heavenly;
Using arms emboldens me.
Saddam surrendered rapidly.
But in Iraq, can't see... the cakewalk that Dick sold me."

Protest his inauguration (once again)... and his theocracy.
They protest his inaugura-ation... and his theocracy.

Millions protest his inauguration (once again)... and his theocracy.
They protest his inaugura-a-tion... and his theocracy.

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Dedicated to Dubya The Bogus POTUS, the most despised world leader in history

Great Fake
(Sung to the tune of "Daybreak" by Barry Manilow)

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Shrub's king of all the world.
War crimes, neocons cheer it and spin.
Bush and club just spin.
Shrub's king of all the world.
Bush's buddies bought him his win;
Padded his votes where thin.
He'd been running aground, in his first year.
Finding war pride; blinds us with fear.

He's the Great Fake,
We don't trust nor believe.
Bush is the Great Fake,
Whose war crimes aggrieve.
Shrub's the Great Fake,
Who will only deceive.
His name is slime, slime, slime
All around the world.
(King Bush screwed the world... this king... this king...
King Bush screwed the world... this king... this king...)

King Bush to the world:
"I'm annointed with divine crown."
There's so much Shrub would dare.
Shrub's king of all the world,
Who won't see his plans falling down;
Ill feeling's everywhere.
He's been closing his eyes, getting his way.
Hides from the crowds... from what they say:

He's the Great Fake,
We don't trust nor believe.
Bush is the Great Fake,
Whose war crimes aggrieve.
Shrub's the Great Fake,
Who will only deceive.
His name is slime, slime, slime
All around the world.
(King Bush screwed the world... this king... this king...
King Bush screwed the world... this king... this king...)

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To Insanity, And Beyond!

No Friends In The World
(Sung to the tune of "The End of the World" by Skeeter Davis)

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Lies from Dim Son; Powell's resigning.
Lies and deceit for his war.
Bush must go; has no friends in the world;
Not fooled by Shrubby anymore.

Lied, through false words; bombs he's flinging.
Iraqis charred by war club.
Bush must go; has no friends in the world.
Peace ended 'cause our boss is Shrub.

Bush made up bogus warnings as he blundered.
War posturing's the same as it was.
Iraq's plundered land, Iraq's plundered land,
Huge life loss, bombing as he does.

Abu Ghraib prisoner beatings;
Covered up lies about why.
Bush must go; has no friends in the world.
Let's end his term; impeach this guy.

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Bush must go; has no friends in the world.
Let's end his term; impeach this guy.

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Created Great Danger
(Sung to the tune of "Away In A Manger")

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Created great danger through wars that he spread;
The Shrub claims that Jesus supports how he "led."
Rained bombs from the sky on Iraq to slay;
His oil war for Jesus, the neocon way.

Insurgency growing; Bush Baby's mistakes:
Ignored, 'cause he's "Caesar" - through lying, he fakes.
He loves war, this Caesar; don't dare ask him why.
When torture turns fatal, mere warnings get by.

So eerie, Shrub's hubris, as emperor, he'll play.
This liar will never be legit, we say.
Blasts women and children with bombs from the air.
Iraq means oil heaven; why our troops die there.

States That Are Blue Wished For No W
(Sung to the tune of "Blue Christmas")

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States that are Blue... wished for... No W!
States that are Blue... want Bush gone; no doubt, true.
In this nation, the Red states killed democracy;
"There ain't a thing wrong with Bush" - what they believe.

States that are blue... cursed Halliburton.
Want Duh-Buh-You thrown out, for certain.
We're bein' screwed by Far Right.
We won't give up the fight.
Reviled, Bush won't have... Blues' well wishes.

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Originally written Dec. 25, 2000, when Time magazine previously chose the Pretender Bush as "Person of the Year."

Mag Sale Song
(Sung to the tune of "The Wassail Song")

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For what he's done, we're assailing
What's on Time magazine
Because he's dumb, we're wondering
Why they find Bush so keen
The Bush Boy, W.
Hatched a coup, seized power, too
Should arrest him, and send him back to Texas,
But we hear
The Pretender is "Person of the Year."

DeLay's the Master of the House
Surprised? He helped the coup
In Florida, he killed votes
Sent rioters to help
The Bush Boy, W.
Hatched a coup, seized power, too
Should arrest him, and send him back to Texas,
But we hear
The Pretender is "Person of the Year."

A headline the world needs to read:

Satire about Bush's nominee for Attorney General, White House counsel Alberto Gonzales, wrote dubious legal memorandums justifying the torture and indefinite detention of suspects as "enemy combatants" in defiance of the Geneva Conventions, as well as claiming unlimited dictatorial powers for pResident Bush in the name of his "War on Terra"

Shady Gonzalez
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)

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Shady Gonzales, rendered quite a feat:
Claimed it wasn't "torture" to have folks beat.
Policies for Rummy, and his pResident;
For Shrub's "War on Terra," was heaven sent.

The Far Right connives to win their court case.
Without warning, sweeping laws are done:
Rights defiled; unearned Iraq oil, bootleg.
Sleaze (how it's done).

Shady Gonzalez, failed the legal test;
Blundered and mismanaged, at Shrub's request.
(Sung over instrumental line:) Duh, duh, duh, duh....
Sleaze (how it's done).

Shady Gonzalez, trying to be head
Of the D.O.J., dismaying those who bled.

Bush's gulag goons are just extending
Torture, but the papers showed just some;
Pris'ners' plight was shocking, without mending.
Sleaze (how it's done).

Shady Gonzales, rendered quite a feat:
Claimed it wasn't "torture" to have folks beat.

A Pestilence of Greedy Men
(Sung to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")

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A pestilence of greedy men assured that Bush would stay.
The votes were hacked in Ohio this past Election Day;
Which saved the Shrub and gave him power to drop more bombs and slay.
Shrub's deciding which countries he'll destroy, which he'll destroy...
Shrub's deci-iding which countries he'll destroy.

Mideast mayhem, troop injuries, and families Bush has torn.
Put his own troops in danger; more armor, Rumsfeld scorned.
Through extra-ordina-ar-y protests, the world has warned:
Shrub's deciding which countries he'll destroy, which he'll destroy...
Shrub's deci-iding which countries he'll destroy.

Rough-shod, Bush didn't bother to find someone to blame;
For 9-11, bin Laden to Saddam Hussein, switched names.
The neo-cons had planned mayhem; Mideast control, their game.
Shrub's deciding which countries he'll destroy, which he'll destroy...
Shrub's deci-iding which countries he'll destroy.

Now Bush's hordes sing praises to Shrub and hail his name.
But not through love nor brotherhood; more war, he would enflame.
For his war crimes, the world cussed; Bush brought us lasting shame.
Shrub's deciding which countries he'll destroy, which he'll destroy...
Shrub's deci-iding which countries he'll destroy.

Here's an older version of this parody from Selection 2000: George Bush Was Crowned The President

Satire about the scandal of U.S. troops forced to fight in Iraq while riding in unarmored, unprotected Humvees, where they are sitting ducks for insurgent attacks using rockets and improvised explosive devices; desperate soldiers have installed improvised sheet metal from junkyards, while Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld pretends there isn't a problem.

Armored Humvees
(Sung to the tune of the "Armour Hot Dog Jingle")

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Humvees... armored Humvees...
The kind our troops need: armored Humvees.
See what Rumsfeld did?
Shortchanged in Iraq:
Our troops blew the lid;
Junkyard armor that they hocked.
No Humvees... armored Humvees.
They're bogged... down... where... they... fight.

Canada flips the bird to Bush

Stalking Iraq, Bush's Plundered Land
(Sung to the tune of "Winter Wonderland")

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Scandals sting; Bush ain't listening.
Torture pain, pics are sickening.
"Continue to fight!" say Neocon Right.
Stalking Iraq, Bush's plundered land.

Spun away, Bush's new words.
The world stays... full of boo birds,
Who say the Shrub's wrong; they won't go along
Stalking Iraq, Bush's plundered land.

From the shadows, neocons made war plans.
For their ends, they helped Bush steal his crown.
Shrub's been right wing-carried; he's their "War Man."
Can barely do the job, an inept clown.

Neocons... still conspire:
More war dreams, from these liars.
The mess that they've made; their plans disarrayed.
Stalking Iraq, Bush's plundered land.

From the shadows, neocons made war plans.
For their ends, took Saddam Hussein down.
Bush had lots of fun being a show man;
But quagmire in Iraq now makes him frown.

Iraq woes, all the killing.
Our press chose to go shilling
For folly, to slay, the neocon way.
Stalking Iraq, Bush's plundered land.

Stalking Iraq, Bush's plundered land.
Stalking Iraq, Bush's plundered land.

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Our Troops Won't Be Home For The Holidays
(Sung to the tune of "There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays" by Perro Como)

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No, our troops won't be home for the holidays;
'Cause they're scattered to a far away war zone.
Dubya whines, cause there's no sign of an ending phase;
The insurgency says "Get out of our home!"

Bush is a man who hates democracy; war he was headin' for.
Oil war mania sold through bogus tales and lies.
In Pennsylvania, folks there voted down George Dubya and his war.
But our land's been made horrific; Bush is pseudoscientific.

No, our troops won't be home for the holidays;
'Cause they're scattered to far away war zone.
Bush is taunted as crappy in a million ways.
Bush's folly hazed; he can't leave home, sweet home.

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Bush is a man who hates democracy; war he was headin' for.
Oil war mania sold through bogus tales and lies.
In Pennsylvania, folks there voted down George Dubya and his war.
But our land's been made horrific; Bush is pseudoscientific.

No, our troops won't be home for the holidays;
'Cause they're scattered to a far away war zone.
Bush is taunted as crappy in a million ways.
Bush's folly hazed; he can't leave home, sweet home.

Bush's folly hazed; he can't leave home, sweet home.

Press Is Spinning The News A Lot, 'Cause Bush Sucks
(Sung to the tune of "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas" by Bing Crosby)

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Press is spinning the news a lot, 'cause Bush sucks.
Everywhere he goes:
People protesting him again;
Some herded into a pen.
This killer's blamed for deaths and Iraq woe.

Press is spinning the news a lot, 'cause Bush sucks.
Boys sent off to war.
But the sh*ttiest sight to see
Is the folly that will be:
Years, Bush stole four more.

Abu Ghraib Prison guard brutes,
Crooks in corporate suits,
With a wish for Armageddon.
Scowling hate talk,
Right wing radio squawk;
Debate scope, now banished as "sin."
The world's sad; in dread, they wait.
New Bush wars start again.

Press is spinning the news a lot, 'cause Bush sucks.
Everywhere he goes,
Bush won't see just who gives him hell
(To stay in the dark is swell.)
He's heard his kind, who have no minds to show.

Press is spinning the news a lot, 'cause Bush sucks.
Spoon-fed shills take part.
As the King, Bush will make them sing:
"Bush is great - we'll kiss your ring.
He's right, in his heart."

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Press is spinning the news a lot, 'cause Bush sucks.
Boys sent off to war.
But the sh*ttiest sight to see
Is the folly that will be:
Years, Bush stole four more.
Bush is vicious; wants war.

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I'm Scheming 'Gainst Those Not With Us
(Sung to the tune of "White Christmas")

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As sung by Emperor Dubya, who declared "those who are not with us are against us":

I'm scheming 'gainst those not with us;
Off to Guantanamo, you'll go!
Overseein' God's mission;
Right wing positioned.
So cheer, and don't tell me "no."

I'm scheming 'gainst those not with us.
I pander to Religious Right;
Their votes helped beat Kerry.
We'll fight...
And slay all opponents with our might.

(repeat verses)

Parody written on 11/21/02

The Power of Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "The Power of Love" by Huey Lewis & The News)

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The power of Shrub is a serious thing.
For this right wing creep, appointed as king.
Right wing hawk, who belongs in a pub.
To start the healing, stop the power of Shrub.

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Simpler than Simon; makes you scream.
Wrong and retarded; he's the world's bad dream.
He's a bad, mean hood; strongman of the Right.
Power of Shrub that makes him want to fight.

Lived off his money, and his name.
He's never sweated hard, nor filled his brain.
He's wrong and he's sullen, and a fool at times.
For his war, he'd waste your life.
Stop the power of Shrub.
Stop the power of Shrub.

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It's time; reveal it: Bush is power mad.
How did he steal it? Weren't no hanging chad.
We will be glad when Bush has run aground.
Bush's power makes our world unsound.

Lived off his money, and his name.
He's never sweated hard, nor filled his brain.
He's wrong and he's sullen, and a fool at times.
For his war, he'd waste your life.

The only friend of Shrub is Blair.
Yeah, but Bush don't care.
He don't know what to do,
'Cept what Dick told him to.
And with a lot of help from his club,
They steal more power for Shrub.
They steal more power for Shrub.
Yeah, they steal it...

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Lived off his money, and his name.
He never sweated hard, nor filled his brain.
Simpler than Simon, his dumbass appeal.
Dubya is nothing but a heel.
The heel in power; that's the power of Shrub.
Total power, that's the power of Shrub.
The heel, the power of Shrub.
The heel, the power of Shrub.
Steal the power from Shrub.

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