Thursday, February 01, 2007
After Their Drubbing
(Sung to the tune of "After The Loving" by Englebert Humperdinck)
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(instrumental intro)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
They got hung at the polls; sent away.
Bush the Dope must now fear
This could lead to his own impeachment day.
Extra hard is his pain;
Bush the King now is reeling.
Place by place, his support has run dry.
Now the Shrub hasn't much,
And he's found booing voices greet his lies.
Bush mistakenly... thought he'd rule through point of a gun.
No mistakes does he... admit he's done.
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental break)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "After The Loving" by Englebert Humperdinck)
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(instrumental intro)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
They got hung at the polls; sent away.
Bush the Dope must now fear
This could lead to his own impeachment day.
Extra hard is his pain;
Bush the King now is reeling.
Place by place, his support has run dry.
Now the Shrub hasn't much,
And he's found booing voices greet his lies.
Bush mistakenly... thought he'd rule through point of a gun.
No mistakes does he... admit he's done.
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental break)
The Republicans weep, after their drubbing.
The Bush flacks despair, and they cry.
Dubya Shrub's a disgrace.
Voters really don't want more troops to die.
Bush just "knows... he's not wrong."
He's not saying... anything new.
But after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
Yes, after the drubbing.
We're thrilled that Shrub is through.
(instrumental ending)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
The Great Decider
(Sung to the tune of "The Great Pretender" by The Platters)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya:
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Deciding my war's going well.
I'll need more bucks, more troops, more trucks
If only, more war, I can sell.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Adrift in a world of my own.
I play war games, but I won't take blame.
Need cronies; can't scheme all alone.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
(Sung to the tune of "The Great Pretender" by The Platters)
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As sung by Emperor Dubya:
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Deciding my war's going well.
I'll need more bucks, more troops, more trucks
If only, more war, I can sell.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Adrift in a world of my own.
I play war games, but I won't take blame.
Need cronies; can't scheme all alone.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
I'll seal this war deal; no one makes us leave.
We'll wheel and we'll deal; what Big Oil wants, they'll steal.
Oh, yes, I... am the Great Decider.
Though staff leaves, and my polls went down.
I scream loudly, "Power I've got, for me!"
I'm playing my part; wear the crown.
Deciding when more bombs drop down.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Lay Him Low! Lay Him Low! Lay Him Low!
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Vaughn Monroe)
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(instrumental intro)
For Republicans, it's been frightening:
Losing power, nooses tightening.
The voters, to Bush, said, "No!"
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
In Iraq, there's no signs of stopping
Bush's war, nor bombs they're dropping.
Impeach him now; Bush must go!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
For his war, there's no end in sight.
From the world, Bush gets nothing but scorn.
He's still sending more troops to fight.
His failure, domestic and foreign.
More violence and more dying
In Iraq, through Bush's lying.
For war crimes, we loathe him so!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!" by Vaughn Monroe)
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(instrumental intro)
For Republicans, it's been frightening:
Losing power, nooses tightening.
The voters, to Bush, said, "No!"
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
In Iraq, there's no signs of stopping
Bush's war, nor bombs they're dropping.
Impeach him now; Bush must go!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
For his war, there's no end in sight.
From the world, Bush gets nothing but scorn.
He's still sending more troops to fight.
His failure, domestic and foreign.
More violence and more dying
In Iraq, through Bush's lying.
For war crimes, we loathe him so!
Lay him low! Lay him low! Lay him low!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Heinous
(Sung to the tune of "Venus" by Shocking Blue)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush is a monumental flop,
Squirming 'cause this duck is lame.
Now plummeting, fealty to Shrub.
So heinous is his name.
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
No weapons in Iraq, just lies.
Making war was Bush's plan.
Black gold, the Far Right's true cause.
Now heeds no one else; he's mad. (War!)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Venus" by Shocking Blue)
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(instrumental intro)
Bush is a monumental flop,
Squirming 'cause this duck is lame.
Now plummeting, fealty to Shrub.
So heinous is his name.
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
No weapons in Iraq, just lies.
Making war was Bush's plan.
Black gold, the Far Right's true cause.
Now heeds no one else; he's mad. (War!)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental break)
He's rotten!
Bush Baby is rotten!
War... crimes, so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
Crimes so heinous!
Shrub's a liar, who should be fired!
(instrumental ending)
The Decider
(Sung to the tune of "The Letter" by The Boxtops)
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(instrumental intro)
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby's says he's "The Decider."
He don't care how much money he's gonna spend.
He'll stay the course in Iraq without end.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
(instrumental intro)
(Sung to the tune of "The Letter" by The Boxtops)
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(instrumental intro)
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby's says he's "The Decider."
He don't care how much money he's gonna spend.
He'll stay the course in Iraq without end.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush the looney Decider said about his quagmire, he's winning the war.
Gutted our democracy, our rights were attacked; to Bush Baby, no more!
Go away!
When he gets pissed, drops bombs from aeroplanes.
He'd nuke Iran; his war plan's insane.
Shrub's support is gone, abroad and at home.
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
Bush Baby says he's "The Decider."
(instrumental intro)
Monday, December 11, 2006
Rove Is Looking For His Touch
(Sung to the tune of "Tush" by ZZ Top)
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(instrumental intro)
He f**ked up!
They went down.
G.O.P. burned to the ground.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... (uh-oh!)
House and Senate both went down.
Rove ain't looking good to Bush.
It's all bad!
Nothing's good!
Voters told them where they stood.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(guitar break)
Bush's pack? Send 'em home!
All by himself, all alone.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(repeat and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Tush" by ZZ Top)
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(instrumental intro)
He f**ked up!
They went down.
G.O.P. burned to the ground.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... (uh-oh!)
House and Senate both went down.
Rove ain't looking good to Bush.
It's all bad!
Nothing's good!
Voters told them where they stood.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(guitar break)
Bush's pack? Send 'em home!
All by himself, all alone.
Rove's disaster: too mu-uch... hmmm?!
House and Senate both went down.
Rove is looking for his touch.
(repeat and fade)
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Impeach Bush, The Right Wing Czar
(Sung to the tune of "Drive My Car" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
Ask the world 'bout George Dubya B:
They said, "Bush Baby's... blind; can't see!
Warmonger! Heinous! A travesty!"
World condemnation still remains unseen.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
To save the world now, our prospects ain't good.
Science? Bush Baby misunderstood.
Working for wingnuts, appalling war crimes.
Removing Bush brings us better times.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bush told the world they must do things his way.
He wouldn't listen to what they had to say.
Bush got his war; Iraq's breaking apart.
He's Bush The Warmonger, more wars he'd start.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
(Sung to the tune of "Drive My Car" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
Ask the world 'bout George Dubya B:
They said, "Bush Baby's... blind; can't see!
Warmonger! Heinous! A travesty!"
World condemnation still remains unseen.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
To save the world now, our prospects ain't good.
Science? Bush Baby misunderstood.
Working for wingnuts, appalling war crimes.
Removing Bush brings us better times.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bush told the world they must do things his way.
He wouldn't listen to what they had to say.
Bush got his war; Iraq's breaking apart.
He's Bush The Warmonger, more wars he'd start.
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Stock up feathers and the tar!
Impeach Bush, the right wing czar!
Bush Baby, we loathe you!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Bleep-bleep him! Bleep-bleep, yeah!
Monday, November 20, 2006
Impeachment Hell
(Sung to the tune of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley)
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Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
Although Bush once was touted,
His regime's met its doom.
His broken party Congress now cries
With losers' gloom.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
The world's hate, he's sowing,
For Shrub's Iraq attack.
The memos out from Downing Street
Made liars of his pack.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
(Sung to the tune of "Heartbreak Hotel" by Elvis Presley)
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Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
Although Bush once was touted,
His regime's met its doom.
His broken party Congress now cries
With losers' gloom.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
The world's hate, he's sowing,
For Shrub's Iraq attack.
The memos out from Downing Street
Made liars of his pack.
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
(instrumental break)
Impeach Bush Baby, quickly!
It's time that his regime fell.
His party went down to its defeat;
Soon... impeachment hell!
Bush Baby...
Bush and his cronies should be...
Impeached, these phonies...
Bush and his cronies, say goodbye!
Friday, November 17, 2006
Good Riddance To The Gingrichites
CBS' Dick Meyer: GOP 'Chess Club' Ruled The House For 12 Years And Won't Be Missed
Excerpt:
"...The iconic figures of this era were Newt Gingrich, Richard Armey and Tom Delay. They were zealous advocates of free markets, low taxes and the pursuit of wealth; they were hawks and often bellicose; they were brutal critics of big government.
Yet none of these guys had success in capitalism. None made any real money before coming to Congress. None of them spent a day in uniform. And they all spent the bulk of their adult careers getting paychecks from the big government they claimed to despise. Two resigned in disgrace.
Having these guys in charge of a radical conservative agenda was like, well, putting Mark Foley in charge of the Missing and Exploited Children Caucus. Indeed, Foley was elected in the Class of '94 and is not an inappropriate symbol of their regime.
More than the others, Newton Leroy Gingrich lived out a very special hypocrisy. In addition to the above biographical dissonance, Gingrich was one of the most sharp-tongued, articulate and persuasive attack dogs in modern politics. His favorite target was the supposed immorality and corruption of the Democratic Party. With soaring rhetoric, he condemned his opponents as anti-American and dangerous to our country's family values — "grotesque" was a favorite word.
Yet this was a man who was divorced twice — the first time when his wife was hospitalized for cancer treatment, the second time after an affair was revealed."
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
They Lost And Now They're Reeling
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers)
The perfect storm of a lost war in Iraq, scandals, and corruption cause voters to reject Bush's policies, as the Republicans lose both the House and Senate, leaving Bush a lame (dead) duck
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(instrumental intro)
Voters exposed the lies of his war, while more scandal drips.
Our nation's rudderless; Bush is sore, as his power slips.
Shrub's lying hard, but he's blown it (did he!)
Bush Baby, voters have shown it...
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Rumsfeld, a war-crime crook we despise,
Likewise, W.
The press is starting to criticize everything he'll do.
Bush now wants more secret spying (does he?)
Bush Baby, now your regime is dying.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Hey, Bush Baby... your Congress gone because of you.
Voters no longer love you, like they used to do... (yeah!)
Rejected Shrub... the Shrub... the Shrub, this past election day.
And Rove... Rove... Rove... Rove let it slip away!
Fading (fading)... fading (fading)...
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" by The Righteous Brothers)
The perfect storm of a lost war in Iraq, scandals, and corruption cause voters to reject Bush's policies, as the Republicans lose both the House and Senate, leaving Bush a lame (dead) duck
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(instrumental intro)
Voters exposed the lies of his war, while more scandal drips.
Our nation's rudderless; Bush is sore, as his power slips.
Shrub's lying hard, but he's blown it (did he!)
Bush Baby, voters have shown it...
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Rumsfeld, a war-crime crook we despise,
Likewise, W.
The press is starting to criticize everything he'll do.
Bush now wants more secret spying (does he?)
Bush Baby, now your regime is dying.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
G.O.P. now is reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone... oh, yeah!
Hey, Bush Baby... your Congress gone because of you.
Voters no longer love you, like they used to do... (yeah!)
Rejected Shrub... the Shrub... the Shrub, this past election day.
And Rove... Rove... Rove... Rove let it slip away!
Fading (fading)... fading (fading)...
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
The party of sleaze (Sleaze!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
It's greed they love! (It's greed they love!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Republicans sacked! (Republicans sacked!)
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
They lost, and now they're reeling.
Got sacked, and now they're reeling.
Congress gone... gone... gone...
Bush just can't go on,
No-o-o-o-o....
(repeat refrain and fade)
When Rummy Comes Marching Home
(To the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan
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When Rummy comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll say he is a brilliant man
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Republicans will pretend to sob
And Bush will say 'heckuva job'
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
The body bags we'll pile high
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Facts we don't like we will deny
Hurray! Hurrah!
Republicans will sing his praise
And talk of progress every day
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Get ready for the legacy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
A quagmire no victory
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2006 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.
(To the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan
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When Rummy comes marching home again
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll say he is a brilliant man
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Republicans will pretend to sob
And Bush will say 'heckuva job'
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
The body bags we'll pile high
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Facts we don't like we will deny
Hurray! Hurrah!
Republicans will sing his praise
And talk of progress every day
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Get ready for the legacy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
A quagmire no victory
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And the course we'll stay
When Rummy comes marching home
Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2006 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Bush Daddy To The Rescue...In the aftermath of the disastrous mid-term elections, Bush Daddy and his gang are now trying to salvage Dubya's presi-dunce-y
Parody originally written on May 10, 2002:
Bush Daddy To The Rescue
(Sung to the tune of "Jim Dandy" by Black Oak Arkansas)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
(Chorus)
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
He had Dubya installed on top.
Junior hates the heat; he'll flop.
Daddy Bush is the power source.
Helps Dubya ride his horse.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
They took over the world, by coup.
Little George don't know what to do.
Dick Cheney helps him get by.
There isn't anything the Right won't try.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Out joy riding on a submarine:
Bush's donors thought it was so keen.
Then they rammed a boat, which cost nine lives.
Captain took the rap, so Bush survives.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Nineteen terrorists all took great pains
To hit buildings with hijacked airplanes.
Bush had business ties of ill repute,
Now the Carlyle Group are gettin' loot.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
(repeat chorus and fade)
Parody originally written on May 10, 2002:
Bush Daddy To The Rescue
(Sung to the tune of "Jim Dandy" by Black Oak Arkansas)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
(Chorus)
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
He had Dubya installed on top.
Junior hates the heat; he'll flop.
Daddy Bush is the power source.
Helps Dubya ride his horse.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
They took over the world, by coup.
Little George don't know what to do.
Dick Cheney helps him get by.
There isn't anything the Right won't try.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Out joy riding on a submarine:
Bush's donors thought it was so keen.
Then they rammed a boat, which cost nine lives.
Captain took the rap, so Bush survives.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Nineteen terrorists all took great pains
To hit buildings with hijacked airplanes.
Bush had business ties of ill repute,
Now the Carlyle Group are gettin' loot.
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Bush Daddy to the rescue!
Old Bush Daddy! Old Bush Daddy!
(repeat chorus and fade)
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Choke On A Pretzel
An original song written and performed by Brian R. Krause
(click on the title link above to hear Brian's MP3 recording)
In California and in New England
'Round the Great Lakes proud and blue
In the big cities we hear the people
Listen, and you'll hear them, too
The first time wasn't far enough
For someone known for standin' tough
We're waiting for the moment when
Your chance comes 'round again
Chorus:
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
Not by a missile or an explosion
Or from some birds with the flu
Not by some water, flooding or poisoned
Or air with too much CO2
The irony would just get lost
And snack food has the lowest cost
The greatest chance of getting through
This wish we have for you
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
An original song written and performed by Brian R. Krause
(click on the title link above to hear Brian's MP3 recording)
In California and in New England
'Round the Great Lakes proud and blue
In the big cities we hear the people
Listen, and you'll hear them, too
The first time wasn't far enough
For someone known for standin' tough
We're waiting for the moment when
Your chance comes 'round again
Chorus:
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
Not by a missile or an explosion
Or from some birds with the flu
Not by some water, flooding or poisoned
Or air with too much CO2
The irony would just get lost
And snack food has the lowest cost
The greatest chance of getting through
This wish we have for you
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
Bash your head against a chair
Choke on a pretzel! Choke on a pretzel!
'Til your lungs run out of air
It seems our only sure defense
Is hoping for more accidents
Can't happen to a better guy/at a better time
This twisted way to die!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Leave The White House! Bush, You've Failed!
(Sung to the tune of "A White Shade Of Pale" by Procul Harum)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(organ intro)
The Ripper, Bush, has strangled...
Our democracy; no more.
All while stealing power, he's sick.
His crowd calls out, "More war!"
His doom is coming, harder.
Through elections, he will pay.
He'll be thrown out; and his power we'll shrink.
He'll face impeachment day.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
He made war for no reason.
Hid the truth, from A to Z.
Through war, plundered oil; while slaying, scarred...
Iraq, no democracy.
While Mark Foley's weird perversions
Turn Republicans to toast.
Karl Rove, through lies, is hopin'
The next elections don't make him a ghost.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "A White Shade Of Pale" by Procul Harum)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(organ intro)
The Ripper, Bush, has strangled...
Our democracy; no more.
All while stealing power, he's sick.
His crowd calls out, "More war!"
His doom is coming, harder.
Through elections, he will pay.
He'll be thrown out; and his power we'll shrink.
He'll face impeachment day.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
He made war for no reason.
Hid the truth, from A to Z.
Through war, plundered oil; while slaying, scarred...
Iraq, no democracy.
While Mark Foley's weird perversions
Turn Republicans to toast.
Karl Rove, through lies, is hopin'
The next elections don't make him a ghost.
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(organ break)
And that's because... we've waited...
For this killer to be jailed.
Must impeach him first, but mostly...
Leave the White House!
Bush, you've failed!
(instrumental ending)
Friday, October 27, 2006
Hit A Road Block
(Sung to the tune of "Hit The Road, Jack" by Ray Charles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
They're morons, they're morons; George Bush and his team.
They're a team of dumb morons; more war is their dream.
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush Baby, Bush Baby, takin' heat now today.
Our rights attacked, before Election Day
(Don't care whom he screws, nor if he's understood;
Only those with money, Bush considers good.)
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Hit The Road, Jack" by Ray Charles)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
They're morons, they're morons; George Bush and his team.
They're a team of dumb morons; more war is their dream.
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush Baby, Bush Baby, takin' heat now today.
Our rights attacked, before Election Day
(Don't care whom he screws, nor if he's understood;
Only those with money, Bush considers good.)
Shrub's mess, from the get-go.
Impeach and sack this king, our foe. (Let's fight!)
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
Bush says "Stay!"
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war, more war, more war, more war...
Hit a road block... for Bush in Iraq, more war...
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(For Bush in Iraq, more war...)
(fade)
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Rolling Stone magazine proclaims The Worst Congress Ever - How our national legislature has become a stable of thieves and perverts -- in five easy steps
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Unacceptable
(Sung to the tune of "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole)
Click HERE for MIDI music
[Inspired by a Washington Post article entitled Bush Confounded by the 'Unacceptable' - President Wields Word More Freely as His Frustration Rises and His Influence Ebbs]
(instrumental intro)
"Unacceptable!" proclaimed the czar.
"Unacceptable!" Bush can't get far.
Always wrong, the Shrub still clings to see:
Power bought; rich friends get things for free.
His Iraq War, breeds resistance that's...
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
(instrumental interlude)
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
(Sung to the tune of "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole)
Click HERE for MIDI music
[Inspired by a Washington Post article entitled Bush Confounded by the 'Unacceptable' - President Wields Word More Freely as His Frustration Rises and His Influence Ebbs]
(instrumental intro)
"Unacceptable!" proclaimed the czar.
"Unacceptable!" Bush can't get far.
Always wrong, the Shrub still clings to see:
Power bought; rich friends get things for free.
His Iraq War, breeds resistance that's...
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
(instrumental interlude)
Unacceptable... 'cept Bush's way.
"Unacceptable!" all Bush can say.
Bush, war-mongering, hate receptacle,
Says all foes are unacceptable.
Impeachment is unacceptable, too.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Vile King
(Sung to the tune of "Wild Thing" by The Troggs)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, your brain's puny!
Vile king!
Vile king, the world loathes you.
Impeachment, we know's the cure.
Neo-cons for whom you fight:
We loathe you!
(instrumental break)
Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, you're brain's puny!
Vile king!
Vile king, we think you're looney.
Impeachment, we know's the cure.
You've fallen down from your height.
You're looney!
(instrumental break)
Vile king!
You break apart things!
You fake; yes, you're brain's puny!
Vile king!
(repeat last verse and fade)
Foley Went Down
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
The GOP's squawkin' 'bout looming defeat
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Ignited a scandal for which they take heat
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's on-line encounters are stuff we read now
Say they, "Foley went down!"
All their excuses failed, they cry, "That's enough, now!"
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's party in anguish, this election year.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Shot with their own arrow, by scandals, they fear.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Revelations unzippered, how far did it go?
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Did much harm, so much harm; this scandal won't slow.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Bad, the way things are going for the G.O.P.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Foley's scandal has triggered a meltdown, we see.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Flush the House of their racket that went way too far.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Now fate's knocked them down; hypocrites, what they are.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
The GOP's squawkin' 'bout looming defeat
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Ignited a scandal for which they take heat
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's on-line encounters are stuff we read now
Say they, "Foley went down!"
All their excuses failed, they cry, "That's enough, now!"
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley's party in anguish, this election year.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Shot with their own arrow, by scandals, they fear.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Revelations unzippered, how far did it go?
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Did much harm, so much harm; this scandal won't slow.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Bad, the way things are going for the G.O.P.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Foley's scandal has triggered a meltdown, we see.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Flush the House of their racket that went way too far.
Say they, "Foley went down!"
Now fate's knocked them down; hypocrites, what they are.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Said he was gay; Foley went down.
Foley went down; yes, Mark Foley went down.
Covered up crimes, and Foley went down...
(repeat refrain and fade)
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
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