Imagine Bush's People
(Sung to the tune of "Imagine" by John Lennon)

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Imagine Bush in prison
For war crimes, when he's tried.
It's hell for POTUS.
Started two wars, and lied.
Imagine Bush's people
Tried before the world.
(Ha, ha, Dubya...)

Imagine if our country
Told BushCo they were through.
No wars to kill or die for,
Wars 'bout religion, too.
Imagine Bush's people
Jailed to save the peace
(Bush coup now is through)

Some may say Chavez was a screamer.
For them, his speech wasn't fun.
But nowadays the whole world condemns us,
And the world calls Bush the Evil One.

Imagine how repression
Of our rights was planned.
Bush feeding greed, not hunger.
Defense of torture, panned.
Imagine Bush's people
Tried before the world.
(Bush coup now is through)

Some may say Chavez was a screamer
For them, his speech wasn't fun.
But nowadays the whole world condemns us,
And the world calls Bush the Evil One.

Folly Foley
(Sung to the tune of "Holly Holy" by Neil Diamond)

Satire inspired by Republican Congressman Mark Foley (R-FL), who resigned in disgrace over a sex scandal involving sexually explicit e-mails and Instant Messaging (IM) with congressional pages, and a 10 month long cover-up by many of the House Republican leadership. Ironically, Foley was the chairman of the House caucus on missing and exploited children and has long crusaded for tough laws against those who use the Internet for sexual exploitation of children.

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Folly Foley lies.
He's a horny dude.
He has scrammed, for his scam.
His world has caved in.
Folly Foley.

Folly Foley's creamed.
Taunting him are boos.
Called him scum.
Dropped his run, 'cause he can't win, still.
Folly Foley.

(Sting!) Sting his wrong.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong for long.
(Sling!) Sling him out.
(Sting!) Sting his throng.
Scared!
Scared!
All was spun, Foley's dead in the sights,
And he's done, when the law strings him high.
Cover plan, those who squawked, uptight
'Cause their main man is gonna fry
Gonna fry...
Gonna fry...

Folly; Foley's flub:
Pages, lust ran wild.
And his seed
That was spilled, now is his sorrow.
Folly Foley.

Folly Foley's creamed.
Taunting him are boos.
Called him scum.
Dropped his run, 'cause he can't win, still.
Folly Foley.

(Sting!) Sting his wrong.
(Sting!) Sting his wrong for long.
(Sling!) Sling him out.
(Sting!) Sting his throng.
Scared!
Scared!
All was spun, Foley's dead in the sights,
And he's done, when the law strings him high.
Cover plan, those who squawked, uptight
'Cause their main man is gonna fry
Gonna fry...
Gonna fry...

Folly Foley screams,
'Cause he knows he's screwed.
Folly Foley's flub...
Folly Foley's flub...

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If I Were A Dictator
(Sung to the tune of "If I Were A Carpenter" by Johnny Cash)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:

If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.

I could torture and enslave,
And no one would mind me.
From terrorists plots, I'll save
You, if you'll follow blindly.

Making war through phoniness
Making war tomorrow
War rescues me from crony's mess.
I'll just spend and borrow.

Bombed Afghanistan, but good.
World doesn't love me.
Then I bombed Iraq, 'cause I could.
There's no one above me.

If I were a killer,
I could kill, by blinding...
People who get their news from Fox;
Shield truth from them finding.

If I were a dictator,
I'd lean on Dick Cheney.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.
We'd grab power in any way.
Don't need to be brainy.

Bush & His Merry Band of Torturers

Dubya's Iraq Quagmire
(Sung to the tune of "Light My Fire" by The Doors)

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We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

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War crimes, the world hates W.
War crimes, for oil theft, conspired
Iraq war, he's going to lose
And the Shrub will be impeached, then fired.

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

We loathe the Shrub, his reign is through
War crimes and torturers for hire
Spying on us, through a ruse
World justs detests this liar

Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quagmire!
Dubya's Iraq quag...mire!

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Chavez Was Mocking Bush At The U.N.
(Sung to the tune of "Somebody's Knockin' by Terri Gibbs)

Inspired by Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez, who excoriated Bush as "The Devil" in his speech at the United Nations, for aiding and abetting a right wing coup to overthrow him in Venezuela

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Chavez was mocking... Bush at the U.N.
Called him The Devil, a crook who's quite dim.
Bush really hates him, and so does his team.
The coups they tried didn't succeed.

Chavez was talkin' - he blistered G.B.
Disgrace is Shrub's face, in world history.
They're trouble-seekers, George Bush and his throng,
Who think they've done nothing wrong.

Bush wants to tap your telephone line,
To spy on how you're spendin your time... alone.
Wars Bush must have, by "heavenly right."
War fever's burnin,' "over there" we will fight, not home.

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Chavez was mocking... Bush at the U.N.
Called him The Devil; a crook who's quite dim.
Bush really hates him, and so does his team.
The coups they tried didn't succeed.

Bush wants to tap your telephone line,
To spy on how you're spendin' your time... alone.
Wars Bush must have, by "heavenly right."
War fever's burnin,' "over there" we will fight, not home.

Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...
Shrub he was mocking...

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Click on link to see the You Tube Flash Animation of "Devil (Bush) With The Blue Dress On"

Attack of the 50-Foot Moron (Ann Coulter)

Right Wing Circular Logic

Let's Forget The Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush

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Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...

I grabbed powers; I want more!
Though the Supreme Court says they oppose
Holding prisoners of war.
Torture brings useful information
That I can use just to scare the nation.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!

Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...

Through my spy program, I'll see
Evil plans that you won't tell me.
How right brownshirts can be!
We can torture a man, we can make him choke,
If he's deemed a "threat" to me.
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!

Let's forget the... Constitution.
Let's forget the... Constitution.
'Cause I'll spy, then deny, and then lie, about why
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...
Let's forget the (guitar riff)...

Torture prisons 'round the world:
Pris'ners go from "this," and they're sent to "that."
Let my spyin' program unfurl,
To tell me terrorists will attack; make us look weak,
So don't prattle on; don't dare to speak!
Let's forget the... oh, no, no... no!
That's my way! You must obey!

Let's forget the... let's forget the...
Let's forget the... Constitution.
No Constitution!
No Constitution!
No Constitution!

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Dumb Fellow's Terror Charade
(Sung to the tune of "Longfellow Serenade" by Neil Diamond)

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Dumb Fellow's terror charade;
War-making plans Bush laid.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer,
They'd keep us all afraid...

And Bush said he was born to bring right wing bliss.
Where he goes, crowds boo and hiss!
Bush loves his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.

Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.

Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."

He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.

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Dumb Fellow's terror charade.
War-making plans Bush made.
His cronies are shady, and Rove is a schemer;
They'd keep us all afraid

And we must say, we loathe Bush as none before;
Loathed lying words for war.
Enriched his cronies;
Super-rich cronies.

Snide... that's Bush Baby, snide.
Making right wing dreams... come... true.
He is dead wrong;
Won't admit he's wrong;
Making right wing dreams... come... true.

Bush weaves a web of crime,
Taking away our rights.
He does this all the time,
Through his "terra fight."

He's dumb, can only say
About the folks he slayed,
"War I'll bring to you!"
This dumb fellow's war charade.

How A Mouse Can Become A Shrub

Crusader Dubya

Moron, Moron
(Sung to the tune of "Woman, Woman" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)

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Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)

This song's about the POTUS*
What his spin team cannot hide:
They are so afraid to let Bush speak a line.
And lately, we've seen W,
Whose brain must now be fri-i-ied.

Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)

The whole world hates that W.
What we think, he don't care.
Lied for wars, disgraced;
Won't change, he's made up his mind.
Iraq, Afghanistan attacked,
He's on a killing spree-ee.

Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)

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This moron cares for privileged crooks,
Made thievery so smooth.
He caught hell for scandals leaked; we won't stay blind.
The Bush regime's betrayed us, they're all crooks with W.

Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)
Moron... Bush is a mor-or-or-on...
Problems are eating up his mi-i-i-ind (his so-called mind)

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Bush is synonymous with...

Is Bush An Idiot?
(This question was asked by former GOP congressman Joe Scarborough, now MSNBC pundit.)

Hold your nose for Bush

Lieberman's Bleep - Republicans Weep

The Naked Truth: The Neocon Looney Bin

The Right Wing's Delusional Alternate Reality

Bush wrecks the White House

Good T-Shirt

I Ripped Apart the Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett)

As sung by Emperor George Dubya Bush:

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I cannot be embarrassed; more power comes my way.
War glory brings it home; you must do what I say.
9-11 made my throne, though was rotten for Manhattan.
I'll rule at home without pity, while you pay...

I ripped apart... the Constitution.
So I can kill... all foes of me.
There'll be more Middle Eastern wars;
Keep terr-ists far from our shores.
We're keeping logs... on those who dare... scream "unfair!"

I do not care... 'bout Constitution.
A piece of paper won't stop me.
I'll decide what... to do; no Constitution,
Because I want... my monarchy.

Still Committing War Crimes
(Sung to the tune of "Gonna Have A Good Time" - Theme from "Fat Albert & The Cosby Kids")

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(Spoken:)
Hey, hey, hey! Here's Bad Dubya.

He's done everything that's wrong to do.
Ineptitude shown by the whole Bush crew.
What have they done now,
Shrub's neoconning gang?
Tryin' to start another
Mideast war with a bang!
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.

(Spoken:)
Watch out - George Dubya's coming at you with hubris, all spun.
If you're not careful, Bush will burn something, through war, for fun.

Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.
Duh-buh-ya, still committin' war crimes.

Emperor Who's Crazy
(Sung to the tune of "Ukulele Lady" by Bette Midler)

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A true disaster, Mr. Bush Lite, 'til his impeachment day.
Job he won't master, Mr. Bush Lite, 'til his impeachment day.
'Til we impeach him, we'll never teach him, to learn to get along.
With other nations of the world, fights, to sustain his throng.

Do you... like... an emperor who's crazy?
The emperor who's crazy: W.
Do you... like... cronies who are shady?
Foaming at the mouth, Bush crew.

We won't miss an emperor who's crazy,
What he' promised never will be true.
When he seized power, he went crazy,
Takin' all your rights from you.

Outing a spy... spreading big lies...
Always blames somebody else (not his Vice)
'Twas Karl Rove conspiring with Libby
Emperor conspired with them, too.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.

Bush brought to power by the Loon Right; bring his impeachment day.
Things going sour for the Loon Right; bring Bush impeachment day.
The way it's going, crises are growing; our ship of state does list.
While Bush's buddies of the Loon Right go to jail, unmissed.

Do you... like... an emperor who's crazy?
The emperor who's crazy: W.
Do you... like... cronies who are shady?
Foaming at the mouth, Bush crew.

We won't miss an emperor who's crazy,
What he' promised never will be true.
When he seized power, he went crazy,
Takin' all your rights from you.

Outing a spy... spreading big lies...
Always blames somebody else (not his Vice)
'Twas Karl Rove conspiring with Libby
Emperor conspired with them, too.
We don't like this emperor who's crazy.
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.

We don't like this emperor who's crazy.
Boot the crazy emperor and his crew.

More War, I'll See To
(Sung to the tune of "The More I See You" by Chris Montez)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya, The Warmonger

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More war, I'll see to.
More war, I want, too.
My polls are reeling,
Dissent just grows.
I plan to spy and I'll find
What's bad about you.
War cost, passed on you
And on my foes.

Terror imagined,
Made King of W.
More war, I'll see to.
Use fear to spy.
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!

War crimes? Change the statute!
It's not the first time.
It's time you feared me.
To kill ain't new.
And I am not a simple king;
What I'd paid dues for:
You have no rights,
Thanks to right wing coup.

Terror imagined,
Made King of W.
More war, I'll see to.
Use fear to spy.
Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!

Power for cronies, and for me;
For Cheney, me, too.
Torture, I'll see to;
To my foes, goodbye!

Toddler flips the bird at Bush's press conference after issuing his first-ever veto against stem cell research

Dubya The Clown Juggles His Multiple Disasters

The Vacant "Vacation President"

German Baby Reacts To Bush

Read the story here: Get Me Out Of Here

Bush in the Right House

U.N. AmbASSador John Bolton

Bush's place is in The Hague (to be tried for war crimes)

Bush the Bookworm? NOT!!!

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Could Bush Be Prosecuted For War Crimes?

Who Wants No Press Around With Him
(Sung to the tune of "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" by Jim Croce)

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Bush crown's got its hustlers;
The New York Times called "bums."
After Downing Street, Bush is a slick talker,
But like Cheney, he can't shoot a gun.

Yeah, the Shrub is dumb as a man can come,
But with Cheney, he's our country's boss.
He's labeled "bad folks" all those who hindered the Right,
But like his polls, his Iraq war's lost.
His lost cause...

People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(No free press in Herr Bush's theocracy!)

You know who blew up a country just to steal their oil?
For Iraq, people there blame him.
Bush is a fool who despoiled; DU shells in their soil.
Folks at home just call him dim.

Bush has made himself King of Pennsylvania street;
Who's going to stop his mad attack?
His crooks just took all our money to make war with Rummy,
And it's time to take our country back!
(Impeach Bush and his pack!)

People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
(No free press in Herr Bush's theocracy!)

Even Rush can't hide Bush's poll gloom,
Bullsh*tting can't stop his Iraq defeat.
He'll soon be cuttin' and runnin' -
His war party and his buddies sold their souls for their power seat.

Bush has been cut in a hundred places;
And more scandals will cut him more.
Bush would have you believe his fairy tales and stories;
Used the press just to sell his war...
He got his war...

People slain, Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.
His lost cause...

(Spoken:
Yeah, big stink in Eye-Rack... press under attack.
Bush started musclin' news folks; strange, but-true.
Even though he's got a big-time custom-made news crew...

See Iraq plundered, pillaged and raped;
Bush insists that he will win.
Full of bull, unmasked is this dumb lone ranger,
Who wants no press around with him.

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Whole Lotta Fakin' Goin' On
(Sung to the tune of "Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On" by Jerry Lee Lewis)

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See that Dubya Bush Baby,
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
See that Dubya Bush Baby,
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.

Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Who shields that chicken from all harm,
What harm, whose harm, no harm?
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Lyin', shootin' bull, spinnin' yarns.
They're both achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.

He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.

Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Who shields that chicken from all harm,
What harm, whose harm, no harm?
Work of Karl Rove, Bush Baby.
Lyin', shootin' bull, spinnin' yarns.
They're both achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.

He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
He's a fake, Bush Baby, fake.
Bush is achin'
A whole lotta fakin' goin' on.

Bush The War Criminal

Dick, the Duke of Nuke, Royal Puppeteer

Nazi Pig Redux

Murtha to Rove: "He’s sitting in his air-conditioned office on his big, fat backside-saying stay the course. That’s not a plan! We've got to change direction."

Bush's YOYO ("You're On Your Own") Policies

Pogo Sticking Off The Cliff: Bush Stays The Course

Dick naps, Dubya craps, Condi yaps

The Buffoon's Spittoon: Ann Coulter foams at the mouth - where do you think all that saliva goes?

Ann Coulter is a piece of work [or a piece of sh*t]

Dubya spells out his plan to continue his war

What's worse than Ann Coulter? Clones of her

Dubya's Favorite Sandwich

Hey, Rove! Ever heard about the ties that BIND?

The draft wasn't the only thing Bush was dodging

Killer Dubya

Ann Coulter's mouth disappears after swallowing foot

Dubya And His Circle
(Sung to the tune of "Will It Go 'Round In Circles" by Billy Preston)

Dedicated to the late, great Billy Preston...

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Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.

Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.

What's Bush's story? He's got no morals.
Lets the bad guys win, and their money will pile.
What's Bush's story? He's got no morals.
Lets the bad guys win, and their money will pile.

Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.

They're in a trance, though Bush is inept.
Bush's base ignores his polls going down.
They're in a trance, though Bush is inept.
Bush's base ignores his polls going down.

Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.

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Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.

Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.
Bush is dead wrong; for him, there's a remedy:
Impeach him; indict his crooked friends.

Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.
Dubya and his circle...
Dubya lied and 2,000 troops have died.

I'll Allow No Immigration
(Sung to the tune of "My Generation" by The Who)

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As sung by Dubya the Lame Duck:

Can't stand how my polls went d-down (I'll allow no immigration)
Since folks in New Orleans drowned (I'll allow no immigration)
Scaring you never gets o-o-old (I'll allow no immigration)
I have to lie so that I look bold (I'll allow no immigration)

Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!

My capital's d-drained away (I'll allow no immigration)
The votes I must rig, so that I'll s-s-stay (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm blamed because I can't rule the n-n-nation (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm just squawkin' about im-m-m-igration (I'll allow no immigration)

Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!

My capital's d-drained away (I'll allow no immigration)
The votes I must rig, so that I'll s-s-stay (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm blamed because I can't rule the n-n-nation (I'll allow no immigration)
I'm just squawkin' about im-m-m-igration (I'll allow no immigration)

Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!

Can't stand how my polls went d-down (I'll allow no immigration)
Since folks in New Orleans drowned (I'll allow no immigration)
Scaring you never gets o-o-old (I'll allow no immigration)
I have to lie so that I look bold (I'll allow no immigration)

Say no to immigration.
Say no to immigration, baby!