Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Condoleeza
(Sung to the tune of "Mona Lisa" by Nat King Cole)

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(instrumental intro)

Condoleeza, Condoleeza; Bush has claimed you
As his own dragon lady - go that extra mile.
Is it only right wing looneys who now blame you
For the Condoleeza changes to Shrub's style?

Do you have contempt for others, Condoleeza?
Getting Bush's way - imply that joker's smart.
Right wing dreams have been bought, though you're inept.
Bush's lies bare; GI's die there,
In sandstorms, oil to steal, Condoleeza.
Through war, black gold was only Mr. Smirk's big start.

(instrumental break)

Do you have contempt for others, Condoleeza?
Getting Bush's way - imply that joker's smart.
Right wing dreams have been bought, though you're inept.
Bush's lies bare; GI's die there
In sandstorms, oil to steal, Condoleeza.
Through war, black gold was only Mr. Smirk's big start.

Condoleeza, Condoleeza...

Friday, July 11, 2003

Scary Ann
Dedicated to right wing crackpot Ann Coulter
(Sung to the tune of "Carrie Anne" by The Hollies)

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She's Scary A-a-a-ann...
She's Scary A-a-a-ann...
She's Scary A-a-a-ann...
She's Scary A-a-a-ann...

Coulter is a fool who blames all liberals.
Displayed her vanity, such frayed insanity.
When dismayed, makes much more noise by reflex.
What's the attraction in what she's spewing?

Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.
Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.

She's in love with Dumb King G. Dub-ya B.
Right wing dependent, overbearing.
Watched with alarm, Hillary's upstaging,
While Coulter's book sales' disappearing.

Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.
Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.

A shrill... shrill right wing bimbo is she...
(Shrill right wing bimbo is she...)
Shrill, shrill right wing bimbo is she...
(Shrill right wing bimbo is she...)

(instrumental break)

Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.
Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.

Primitive, she'll burn,
And she's still burning.
She speaks her mind, but we see a creature;
More or less an ogre, who's so pithy.
Wants to hear her right wing people braying.

Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.
Hey, Scary Ann,
Who's to blame now?
The liberals, she'll say.

She's Scary A-a-a-ann...
She's Scary A-a-a-ann...
She's Scary A-a-a-ann...
She's Scary A-a-a-ann...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Thursday, July 10, 2003

Gung Ho Moron
(Sung to the tune of "Long Cool Woman" by The Hollies)

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Neo-Con Right own the Bush crown;
Helping Smirk the Czar get by.
Shrub at the behest of bad men;
Power throttle set on hi-i-igh...

Warmongerin' ruler of the West tried
To kill people who had done no wrong.
And soon he will call to bomb I-ran,
Then you'll hear this moron's jingo so-o-ong.

He traded oil for lives; the world realized.
This emperor is now despi-i-i-sed.

Bush is a gung ho moron, whose Iraq mess
Has defined why he should be recalled.
An oil crook whose lack of bad press
Let this gung ho moron grab it a-a-all...

(instrumental break)

We're really fed up with his fables;
All his false talk; we won't back that.
'Cause Dubya the Dope's an unstable boy.
War he's selling you, or else he'll go spla-a-at.

His buddies are a herd of pirates.
They ripped apart Iraq just for fun.
Jumpin' to start wars, he's able
Through his word, without shootin' a gu-u-un.

What did he say to chumps out in Bush land,
Under stranglehold of the Right?
He said, "Be prepared; you're gonna be scared.
Through more war you will be livin'."

Bush is a gung ho moron, whose Iraq mess
Has defined why he should be recalled.
An oil crook whose lack of bad press
Let this gung ho moron grab it a-a-all...

Grabbed it a-a-all... grabbed it all... grabbed it all...
Grabbed it a-a-all... grabbed it all... grabbed it all...

(repeat last refrain and fade)
Shrub's In A Box
The Lyin' King is in a box of his own making - lying about WMD's to justify his oil war on Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Love On The Rocks" by Neil Diamond)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub's in a box
For bein' unwise.
His polls start to sink.
War was built on his lies.
This dumb king could lose.
Voters may not excuse his war crime.

Lied from the start
'Bout Saddam's role.
To make war, he stoked fear
'Bout weapons of old.
Where have they gone?
Now it just haunts; there's no pile...

Thirsts to slay - Bush wants to.
Start a war he doesn't need to.
Sullenly, he finds he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
War was his only avenue
To steal oil revenue.
Nothing we can do or say
Made Bush believe; he had his way.
World said Shrub's wrong.

To feed Bush's greed,
He'll just say what he wants.
Not much we can do,
'But his stealing's not done.
Bombs drop from skies above.
Lies he sold:
Now the Shrub's in a box.

Thirsts to slay - Bush wants to.
Start a war he doesn't need to.
Sullenly, he finds he stands bare,
Squawking up a storm.
War was his only avenue
To steal oil revenue.
Nothing we can do or say
Made Bush believe; he had his way.
World said Shrub's wrong.

Shrub's in a box
For bein' unwise.
His polls start to sink.
War was built on his lies.
We want him gone;
That's what we want.
Bush is vile.

(instrumental ending)

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

Don't Care 'Bout Blair
Now that UK Prime Minister Tony Blair is fighting for his political life after hitching to Dubya's War on Iraq bandwagon, the Emperor has cast him to the wind
(Sung to the tune of "Somewhere Out There" by Linda Ronstadt & James Ingram)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya)

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Don't care 'bout Blair.
For if we'd failed to fight.
"Sissy" they'd think of me.
They'd loathe me on the Right.

Don't care 'bout Blair.
He may not have a prayer.
Then, I'll find another
To help get more oil, not Blair.

We teamed to show we'd blow Saddam's Iraq apart through war.
I didn't think I would be risking bein' called "oil whore."
And if the fighting doesn't cease, then people will ask why
They didn't blink while leaping when I said Saddam must die...

Don't care 'bout Blair.
In England, he is through.
We won't be together.
Still, without Blair
My war dreams... came true.

(instrumental break)

We teamed to show we'd blow Saddam's Iraq apart through war.
I didn't think I would be risking bein' called "oil whore."
And if the fighting doesn't cease, then people will ask why
They didn't blink while leaping when I said Saddam must die...

Don't care 'bout Blair.
In England, he is through.
We won't be together.
Still, without Blair
My war dreams... came true.

Monday, July 07, 2003

Republicans Lie
(Sung to the tune of "American Pie" by Don McLean)

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We've not much time to go...
In '04 November, vow
To vote out Bush - the world will smile.
Or you'll rue you've blown your chance
To boot the Fake (a boil to lance).
Bush Baby's trigger happy, all the while.
His warhawks are all chicken livered;
When their chance came, they hid or shivered;
They chose to all goose-step.
Bush couldn't fake lack of prep.
And we'll remember that he lied;
He misled about why people died
In Iraq; war crimes should be tried.
His way, the world defied...

Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try.
Never change our ways, so don't try."

His sheep fight for the crook named Shrub.
The boob "handshakes with God above,"
Right wing rabble tell us so.
Yes, Bush deceived about his goal
For Iraq; war for oil control.
His right wing screech and howl that "France must go!"
Right wing numbskulls love the Shrub, who's dim,
While they picked on France, which dissed his whim.
The world's ticked off - Bush ruse
Was all rigged so Saddam got bruised.
His war brought only outrage; bombs that struck
On a gun-poor nation, just a sitting duck.
It's all true; just to make a buck.
His way... the world defied.
More war, he's bringin'...

Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try.
Never change our ways, so don't try."

Now for three years, Bush went it alone.
Crime boss just sat on his stolen throne.
But that's now how it used to be.
The Supreme Court sang, "We're for Bush's team."
All those votes uncounted; a Bush scheme.
People's choice denied to you and me.
Bush was made the King (a monarch-clown);
This jester stole his phony crown.
The courtroom was adjourned; democracy was burned.
A world menace who would light the spark
For war on those whose skins were dark.
The Bush Gang urges, "Leave our mark - our way, if they defied."
More war, they're bringin'....

Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try.
Never change our ways, so don't try."

Helter skelter; with more nukes, they'd pelter,
To scare you off to a fallout shelter.
Alerts on high, polls falling fast.
Bush's press lets him pass.
Right wingers tried, and new laws got passed,
Bush the Jester gained more power, so vast.
The Enron affair caused Bush to fume,
But networks played his marching tune.
Press laps dogs now all dance,
To keep their viewers in a trance.
Public prayers, Ashcroft has revealed:
His iron hand refused to yield;
Our liberties are gone, no shield;
No aid, if you defied...
Lies they're slingin'....

Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try.
Never change our ways, so don't try."

Bush the Emperor called for God's grace,
As he bombed nations into place.
In no time, wars he'll start again.
The Moron's mind is simple; not too quick.
Backlash splat from his scandals stick.
Let's fire Bush the Devil and his friends.
The world watched the wars he waged:
His hands blood-drenched; reasons were staged.
For oil, Iraq fell... to take their oil wells.
Now the blame piles high on the Neo-Right;
No WMD's in sight.
But the haters now laugh with delight.
The world, they have defied.
Lies they're slingin'...

Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try.
Never change our ways, so don't try."

Bush heard the world denounce his views.
To him, more war is just happy news.
And he just smiles - it's bombs away.
The Oil Clown has a "sacred" chore:
Conquer Earth and use the fear of war.
Bush war plan's bare: said, "Refuse us, and you'll pay."
Bombed Iraq streets, and children screamed.
Bush said, "God's word has spoken."
Where bombs fell, all was broken.
And the three men we despise the most:
Bush Father, Shrub, and Jeb should roast.
In '04, we hope Shrub is toast.
Just say, Bush is despised.

Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try.
Never change our ways, so don't try."

(Slowly:)
Lie, lie, the Republicans lie.
Truth - they dread it; they would shred it.
So they will not say why
Their good ol' boys raise flags of Dixie and cry:
"We will never change our ways, so don't try."
Bring 'Em On
(Sung to the tune of "Let 'Em In" by Paul McCartney & Wings)

Inspired by Emperor Dubya's foolish macho taunt to the Iraqi resistance, needlessly and further endangering our troops as they now fight a guerilla war.

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As sung by Emperor Dubya

Ter-rists mockin' my war.
Ter-rists givin' us hell.
Ter-rists mockin' my war.
Ter-rists givin' us hell.
Do me a favor...
Broaden this war...
Bring 'em on!

(instrumental break)

Don't be choosey...
Mow 'em down!
Can't be loser...
Love my crown.
Send more rifles...
To our pawns.
Broaden this war...
Bring 'em o-o-on, oh, yeah...

(instrumental break)

Don't be choosey...
Mow 'em down!
Can't be loser...
Love my crown.
Send more rifles...
To our pawns.
Broaden this war...
Bring 'em o-o-on, oh, yeah...

Ter-rists mockin' my war.
Ter-rists givin' us hell.
Ter-rists mockin' my war.
Ter-rists givin' us hell.
Do me a favor...
Broaden this war...
Bring 'em on!

(instrumental ending)


Wednesday, July 02, 2003

Nazis, Con Men, Thieves
(Sung to the tune of "Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves" by Cher)
By Larry Solomon & W. Tong

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Shrub was born rich; now braggin' he is running the show.
Corruption enhanced all the money they stole.
Poppy Bush did whatever he could:
Greed, the Bushes' gospel.
Media now coddle the new Bush hood.

Nazis, con men, thieves...
Yes, unelected people stole the crown; they're all just
Nazis, con men, thieves...
The looney right now all grin; they're gaining ground...
'Cause Dubya's their clown.

(instrumental fade)

Poppy said, "George Boy, I've landed a deal!
You'll get a free ride, and more money we'll steal.
Supreme Court's seen to it that you've won."
Laura's now an empress.
Dubya has got himself a bogus kingdom.

Nazis, con men, thieves...
Yes, unelected people stole the crown; they're all just
Nazis, con men, thieves...
The looney right now all grin; they're gaining ground...
'Cause Dubya's their clown.

Shrub bought his schoolin' when he went to Yale,
With his crude frat boy style.
Not much later, got himself in trouble.
Yale couldn't tame him or his pile... of dough.
Bought his degree with his pile... of dough.

Shrub was born rich, now braggin' he is running the show.
Corruption enhanced all the money they stole.
Poppy Bush did whatever he could:
Greed the Bushes' gospel.
Media now coddle the new Bush hood.

Nazis, con men, thieves...
Yes, unelected people stole the crown; they're all just
Nazis, con men, thieves...
The looney right now all grin; they're gaining ground...
'Cause Dubya's their clown.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

With the WMD scandal blowing up in his face (Saddam's dog must have eaten them!) Emperor Dubya turns to his old reliable tactic, starting a new war, this time on Iran. Here he is, cheerleading his neo-con cronies and gullible sheep...

Bomb Iran
(Sung to the tune of "Barbara Ann" by The Beach Boys)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya, employing Weapons of Mass Distraction)

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Bomb, bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Go bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Because I ca-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'.
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Still pissed at France, 'cause they wouldn't dance.
Gonna bomb Iran, re-election to enhance.
Let's bomb Iran...
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'
More oil, we'll be stealin'
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Bomb, bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Go bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Because I ca-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Me and my crew, still have much to do.
Think I'll bomb Iran; distract from scandals anew.
Let's bomb Iran...
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'.
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Bomb, bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Go bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Because I ca-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
Bomb Ira-a-an!
(Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran...)
With Shock and Awe, they will be reelin'.
More oil, we'll be stealin'.
Bomb Iran! Bomb, bomb! Bomb, bomb Iran!

Bomb Iran, bomb Iran... bomb Iran, bomb Iran...

(fade)
Bush Lied, Many Thousands Died
(Sung to the tune of "The Night Has A Thousand Eyes" by Bobby Vee)

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No WMD's have been discovered,
Though Bush says that can't be so.
But now his polling numbers have hovered
So low; it grieves him, so low.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
And his thousand lies... can't help to free...
Iraq democracy.
Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied; many thousands died.



Shrub plays hero at home - what a phony.
To war, rushed along, with Blair.
The Shrub keeps on selling war; insures only
The flow of oil; his chair.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
And his thousand lies... can't help to free... Iraq democracy.
Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied; many thousands died.

War's the way Bush pursues his quarry.
War's the game he wants to play.
Got Saddam out, without really tryin'.
Our GI's get killed every day.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
And his thousand lies... can't help to free... Iraq democracy.
Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied; many thousands died.

'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.
Through his thousand lies, the Shrub will screw
No matter what or who.
He can never disguise all his warmonger lied.
'Cause Bush lied, many thousands died.

Just remember who's still selling warmonger lies.
Bush has lied: many thousands died.

Monday, June 23, 2003



Won't You Shut Up, O'Reilly
Dedicated to Faux (Fox) News right wing loudmouth Bill O'Reilly
(Sung to the tune of "Won't You Come Home, Bill Bailey")

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(instrumental intro)

Won't you shut up, O'Reilly?
Won't you shut up?
You and your right wing throng.
You defend crooks with money, this pResident;
As weak are crushed by strong.

Dissemble every evenin'.
You stew and shout.
You bluster when you're cut up.
Yeah, we know that's your aim:
Liberals to blame.
O'Reilly, won't you please shut up?

(repeat verses twice then end with...)

O'Reilly, won't you please... just shut up?
Far Right Radio
(Sung to the tune of "Late Night Radio" by John Denver)

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(instrumental intro)

The droning voice of Rush Limbaugh grabs suckers who have joined;
On air to keep him company, each and every morn.
Their world is right wing play time, and forever droning on.
The air waves of our nation: to the far right, they have gone.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Well, just turn the dial a little bit past one-o-one point-two.
In time to catch the views of looneys with loose screws.
They are ranting on 'bout old wrongs, though Republicans are in.
They think that way because they may be thrown out again.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Dubya, they praise in song; he's the shepherd of this herd.
Dubya, oh, dubba, Dubya...
When liberals call a talk show,
They have extra hate reserved.
The far right... now all own... radio...

Sean Hannity just snickered, "Left wing creatures got to go."
Just criticize the Shrub, and you'll be one of those.
So just turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three.
Not right wing yet; but soon they'll try to find a right wing creep.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.

Far... right... radio...
Hear it everywhere you go.
The best friend of the lonely now is far right radio.
Doomsday Cowboy
(Sung to the tune of "Rhinestone Cowboy" by Glenn Campbell)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush is squawking, "Can't wait too long!"
Pleasin' his right wing throng.
He'll go on attack; he's not worried 'bout talk in the Beltway.
Arms muscle's the name of the game,
And bad guys get squashed away, like that Saddam Hussein.
Bush tried to goad; that's not surprisin'.
War's his road, we're realizin'.
'Cause he wants to be where the right wing wants him to be...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.
Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

Bush has really no mind to reign.
And his smile can't hide lack of brain.
But his crown's now decidin' for gain,
He'll take things the wrong way.
And he'll dream of the things he'll do
With Iraq now broken; billion dollars made by the Bush crew.
Bush tried to goad; that's not surprisin'.
War's his road, we're realizin'
'Cause he wants to be where the right wing wants him to be...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.
Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

Bush the Doomsday Cowboy...
Striking out, but, of course, speaking war braggadocio.

Doomsday Cowboy...
Getting hoots and hollers from people everywhere he'll go.
While coffins from Iraq now come home...

(repeat refrain and fade)
Scorned Me
(Sung to the tune of "Born Free" by Andy Williams)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya)

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(instrumental intro)

Scorned me...
From Munich to Glasgow...
From Paris to Moscow,
Scorned me for war I did start.

Give me...
Your fealty, I'm bound to
Be world king; I'll hound you
If you don't worship this czar.

Hate me?
Ain't no walls to hide you.
Our right wing now roars with pride.
So heed what we decide.

Scorned me...
Their lives weren't worth living.
Free oil, they're giving.
Saddam... scorned me.

Monday, June 16, 2003

Faked His Job And Flubbed It
(Sung to the tune of "Take This Job And Shove It" by Johnny Paycheck)

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(instrumental intro)

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

He's unsatisfactory.
He's lied throughout the years.
All this time, we've watched this moron
Clownin' like a fool with peers.
He's so keen on lettin' brown-skinned folks die;
Got a lot more killed today.
Get his Brownshirt Right off of our backs.
Send this Oil Putz away.

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

Well, he's squirmin', 'cause he's caught in a fog;
More jobs lost by this fool.
Pushed a brand new tip-top tax cut;
Phony thinks he's cool.
Figure out ways that we can slow or stop
This drunkard; we'll make him pay.
Dubya can't wait, for he soon faces
All the debt he made today.

Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.
A moron, inept;
A crook who's just teasin' the workin' poor.
No Democrats try to stand in his way
As he's talkin' bout more war.
Faked his job and flubbed it;
He ain't workin' - work's a bore.

Faked his job and flubbed it...

(instrumental ending)
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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(instrumental intro)

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...

(repeat refrain and fade)
No WMD's
(Sung to the tune of "W-O-L-D" by Harry Chapin)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya)

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(instrumental intro)

I know money serves me.
World now thinks my Iraq attack's not the way to go.
I got my way, my warhawk view; and my bombing made Baghdad glow...

Remember, we're at war now; that's the way to go.
Oval Office: my place to be.
Dad vowed I'd get this job through Supreme Court hacks;
The way they carried me.
Neo-cons bid for me to go invade Iraq, 'cause my regime had run aground.
Less than two years are now left to save
Me from hell, if we all go down...

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

I'm thinking we did try to blast and dig, and kill Saddam below.
They said that he wasn't underground (underground)... when our bombs did blow.
So I shifted and frowned, and tried to change the focus of selling my war on talk shows.
Now our troops have been attacked again in Iraq, we just don't know.
As long as oil flows...

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

Cronies making lots of money through exclusive contracts;
Hit the big time; they love me.
Foreign press is squawkin' I killed little children;
Still missin' Iraq weaponry.

Got to plot from the top, or I'm dead.
Polls falling like a bad souffle.
And I'm tired of this rut I'm sittin' in
But I want my woes to go away...

If they send back inspection teams to Iraq, they will not get far.
For I have have sent my troops 10,000 miles, to make sure I'm still czar.
I've been thinkin' of ways to stop this mockin' of me; it makes me sore.
Maybe Ashcroft could take down those who will not back my war.

I'm Old Money - that's me.
There's no one one better than me.
The whole world don't understand
Why I'm in a hurry, and I'll soon bomb Iran.

No WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
Played 'em all for twits to screw; they'll never get to me.
The right wing's roaring voice was heard and always seen.
Saddam may be still alive; makes me vent my spleen.

The world's mourning; they say, "There's no WMD's!"
No WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's... no WMD's...

(repeat final refrain and fade)
Lie For Bush Baby
(Sung to the tune of "Cry Like A Baby" by The Boxtops)

(NOTE: The MIDI music is an incomplete demo version - sorry, that's all that's available)

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Press won't think about the war Shrub just gave us:
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Fibbing's a virtue, 'cause Dubya's lazy.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Iraq now is just Bush's plaything.
Oil Boy and a puppet is this king.

Iraq attack for oil took heat, so
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
War's his road to avoid defeat.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for Bush Baby).
Iraq now is just Bush's plaything.
Oil Boy and a puppet is this king.

Bush Daddy's past met defeat.
That's why war hawks must fly.
If Shrub takes hell, he'll get beat.
Then once again, a Bush says goodbye...

(instrumental break)

Our press right now is just Bush's plaything.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).
They are just hacks for Shrub, their sweetheart.
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).

War's his road to avoid defeat, so
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).
If Shrub took hell, he'd get beat, so that's why
They lie for Bush Baby (lie for the twit named Bush Baby).
Shrub wants his war while running, now (Lie for Bush Baby).
They lie for Bush baby (lie for Bush Baby)...

(fade)

Monday, June 09, 2003

Burn! Burn! Burn!
(Sung to the tune of "Turn! Turn! Turn" (To Everything There Is A Season) by The Byrds)

(As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:)

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Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

One time I'd sworn: Osama would die.
No time - I can't: he's hiding too deep.
Need time to kill, for my polls to heal.
In time, my staff will call my veep.

Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

Regimes to build up, regimes to break down.
Regimes likes France, regimes that are foreign.
Regimes to cast away bombs.
Regimes we'll blast and bomb together.

Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

A time for war, no time for peace.
A time to love, this time of hate.
In time, I will erase.
War crimes from your brains, I'm erasing.

Bomb everything! Burn! Burn! Burn!
War needs no reason! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Every time, for every purpose: 9/11.

In time, I'll gain; in time, can't lose.
In time, pretend; in time, I'll crow.
In time, you'll love this time of hate.
No time for peace - make war, let's celebrate.

(instrumental fade)
The World's In Trouble
(Sung to the tune of "The Curly Shuffle" by Jump 'N' The Saddle Band)

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The Shrub and his friends had stolen the crown.
The pressed played shill; propped up this clown.
They're shielding Bush Lite; he lives in a bubble.
But the Shrub's far right, and the world's in trouble.

Hell, no! Hell, no! (Hell, no! Hell, no!)
Stop that muckety-muck-muck. (Muckety-muck-muck)
Dumb is he, dumb is he. (Dumb is he, dumb is he)
Goof! Goof! (Goof! Goof!)
He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.

The Shrub and his friends got plenty of dough.
We hold them all in contempt, and hate Jeb, his bro'.
Appointed in spite of losing the scuffle;
Dubya's far right, and the world's in trouble.

Hell, no! Hell, no! (Hell, no! Hell, no!)
Stop that muckety-muck-muck. (Muckety-muck-muck)
Killing our democracy. (Killing our democracy)
No... wise guy. (No wise guy).
He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.

(instrumental break)

The Shrub and his friends would all love to see
Armies go clashing in new wars to be.
These knuckleheads are starting a scuffle.
They push and they shove, and the world's in trouble.

Hell, no! Hell, no! (Hell, no! Hell, no!)
Stop that muckety-muck-muck (muckety-muck-muck).
Play to the crowd! (Play to the crowd!)
Tough! Tough! (Tough! Tough!)
He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.
(What's that he said?)
And now the world's in trouble.
(That's what I thought he said.)
And now the world's in trouble.

He hates Germany and France,
Who booed his war dance,
And now the world's in trouble.

(instrumental ending)
A Dunce Now Rules America
(Sung to the tune of "America" by Neil Diamond)

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Czar... things unraveling, czar.
White House home... connections took Bush far.
Sees... just what he wants to see.
Those with the most... helped by Bush's team.

War time gloats and bomber planes...
A dunce now rules America.
Corporate crooks are back again...
A dunce nows rules America.

Home... where Bush threw our rights away.
In Iraq, our troops fight today.
Bush just lies up a storm...
Bush just lies up a storm.

Home... TV news is a big disgrace.
We're misled, told to keep our place.
Freedom's light losing form...
Freedom's light losing form...

(instrumental break)

It's now known around the world:
A dunce now rules America.
Hides behind our flag unfurled:
A dunce now rules America.

Right wing dreams this faker's dared.
A dunce now rules America.
Right wing dreams so well have fared.
A dunce now rules America.

He'll pay!
He'll pay!
He'll pay!
He'll pay!
He'll pay!
Our country used to be (he'll pay)...
A land of liberty (he'll pay)...
Now it's right wing (he'll pay)...
Now it's right wing (he'll pay)...
Dunce Who's Abusive
(Sung to the tune of "Dance To The Music" by Sly & The Family Stone)

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(Spoken:)
Go shut up... that dunce who's abusive.
Go shut up... that dunce who's abusive.

(rhythmic ad lid: boom, boom, chucka-boom, etc.)


Dunce who's abusive....
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...

There's no leader who's dumber.
His sheeple only need to bleat...

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Things got so bad because of this czar.
This fake is sleazy whom we'll defeat.

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Strings pulled by Dad; Shrub has got 'em.
It's not by chance, Shrub can run and hide.

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The press is the White House organ,
Bush shills are snide, really snide.

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The Shrub likes to hear his hawks crowin'
Dubya on the throne, blecch!

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Dubya and Cheney got a message; they're sayin':
"Go to hell! We'll rout!"

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(rhythmic ad lid: boom, boom, chucka-boom, etc.)

Dunce who's abusive....
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...
Dunce who's abusive...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Sunday, June 01, 2003

Rove, You've Got To Hide Your Shrub Away
(Sung to the tune of "You've Got To Hide Your Love Away" by The Beatles)

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We can't stand Shrub's "command."
Earned disgrace; he must fall.
Want him gone - we'll cheer on healing (his recall)...

There's no where Bush can dare
Just show up and stay.
Bush can't see them laugh at him,
Nor hear them say:

Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...
Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...

Bush's lies, we despise.
Sold through right wing spin.
Hearing them, seeing them.
Fascist state, we're in.

"Stick to your script," said he,
Rove reminds today.
We must pound right wing clowns.
Let Bush hear you say:

Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...
Rove, you've got to hide your Shrub away...

(repeat refrain - instrumental ending)
Faker Jet Fighter
Satire about AWOL Dubya's cynical photo-op, posing as a jet fighter pilot on an aircraft carrier
(Sung to the tune of "Paperback Writer" by The Beatles)

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Faker jet figher (faker jet fighter)...

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Shrub's comin' at em, with his tail hook.
Let's give him jeers of spite; Bush is still a schnook.
The press will grovel to this man, in fear
Of his right wing mob.
But the world sees a faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter.

Mr. Smirk's fake glory on TV was planned.
Of the world, Dull Knife doesn't understand.
Dim Son is smirking: his regime's for sale.
It's a heady job, but the world sees
A faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter.

(instrumental break)

Pro-Bush crowds, Rove stages with his big spin crew.
They'll be fighting wars 'gainst the weakest, too.
War won't take much longer; makes the Bushies smile.
Dr. StrangeRove found that Bush ought to be
A faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter.
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...

Yes, they really love him on the looney Right.
Donors making millions from Bush, overnight.
World's trust, Bush spurned it; Bush will rule by fear.
But he's still a fake; he'll always be
A faker jet fighter...
Faker jet fighter...

Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter (faker jet fighter)...
Faker jet fighter.
Law Of The Jungle
(Sung to the tune of "Run Through The Jungle" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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Whoa... world is now a nightmare;
Bush Cabal made true.
They told Bush, "Don't go talkin' slow...
Our war hound's on the loose."

Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Whoa... first attack, then see.

World was heard a-grumblin,'
Cursing Bush's name.
Through Bush, new global wars were goaded.
Dubya cries, "Take aim!"

Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Whoa... first attack, then see.

World rebukes are mountin'.
They know Shrub's a joke.
World knows the Shrub lacks wisdom.
Hid war plans with smoke.

Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Bush's law of the jungle...
Whoa... first attack, then see.

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The Most Hated Man Now In The World
(Sung to the tune of "The Most Beautiful Girl" by Charlie Rich)

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Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now in the world.
For what he did, he's still lying... lying.
Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now,
And his monarchy...
Selling more war, now...
Selling more greed, kills babies, so...
Can't you tell that, world loathes him?

The world's now in mourning:
They realized what Bush had done.
He stood alone; and Iraq got bombed.
He knew the cost, but had his fun.
Where's Saddam's head? It's the same old things,
That caused Bush headaches; what his warring brings:
Death from the strong; no weapons to see.
Bush wants the world run his way, for free, yeah...

Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now in the world.
For what he did, he's still lying... lying.
Shrub... he just happens to be the most hated man now,
And his monarchy...
Selling more war, now...
Selling more greed, kills babies, so...
Can't you tell that, world loathes him?

He just happens to be the most hated man now,
And his monarchy...
Selling more war, now...
Selling more greed, kills babies, so...
Can't you tell that, world loathes him?

Thursday, May 15, 2003

Gamblin' Man
Dedicated to self-appointed Republican morality judge, William Bennett, who recently admitted he lost millions while addicted to high-stakes gambling
(Sung to the tune of "Ramblin' Man" by The Allman Brothers)

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Bennett, exposed: a gamblin' man-a-an...
Scold for moral livin', 'gainst sin he wants to ban.
But all that time decevin'.
He mopes 'bout bein' canned.
'Cause he's been caught a gamblin' man.

He's press fodder, Bill the Gambler was once drug czar.
He's stuck up, and defends having no fun.
And now he's torn, on the hot seat of a... scandal fuss.
Fallin' down; high road, he has none.

Bennett, exposed: a gamblin' man-a-an...
Scold for moral livin', 'gainst sin he wants to ban.
But all that time decevin'.
He mopes 'bout bein' canned.
'Cause he's been caught a gamblin' man.

(instrumental break)

He made much hay with moral screens and warnings;
Leaving out he wants theocracy.
Was always having a good time down at the parlor.
Bored; he felt that gamblin' millions set him free.

Bennett, exposed: a gamblin' man...
Bennett, exposed: a gamblin' man...
Bennett, exposed: a gamblin' man...

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William Bennett: Slouching Toward Pandora
Stopped The Boat
Satire about the AWOL Pretender and Thief's commandeering of the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln, a Navy aircraft carrier one mile off shore from San Diego for a phony "Top Gun at sea" photo-op

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Bush said, "I will pose there, out on the ocean."
Bush said, "I will pose there, out on the ocean."
He stopped the boat (he stopped the boat, yes he...)
Stopped the boat (and took the boat over)
Stopped the boat (he stopped the boat, yes he...)
Stopped the boa-oa-oa-oat....

Unconvincing "voyage" of Shrub was planned.
So much, his shills see and they gush with their spin.
He strongarmed a Navy ship that returned from sea.
He'll always spin and show his face to bother you and me.

The Shrub posed on a ship "on the ocean."
pRez who's failing; his fiascos deserve... a job demotion.

Bush said "I will pose there, out on the ocean."
Bush said "I will pose there, out on the ocean."
He stopped the boat (he stopped the boat, yes he)
Stopped the boat (and took the boat over)
Stopped the boat (he stopped the boat, yes he)
Stopped the boa-oa-oa-oat....

Up to now, he's failed, by every norm.
But he's always had the presses' lips; his butt keeps warm.
His misdeeds, press took great lengths to hide from view.
Bush will be ripped election year; Shrub we can see through.

The Shrub posed on a ship "on the ocean."
pRez who's failing; his fiascos deserve... a job demotion.

Bush said "I will pose there, out on the ocean."
Bush said "I will pose there, out on the ocean."
He stopped the boat (he stopped the boat, yes he)
Stopped the boat (and took the boat over)
Stopped the boat (he stopped the boat, yes he)
Stopped the boa-oa-oa-oat....

(repeat chorus and fade)

Really, Bush Ain't A Hero
Satire about the AWOL Pretender and Thief's commandeering the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln, a Navy aircraft carrier for a blatant "Top Gun" photo-op before it could dock in San Diego
(Sung to the tune of "Billy, Don't Be A Hero" by Bo Donaldson & The Heywoods)

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War monger man, a clown plays the drumbeat;
Bush and his crew all lead the blind.
The crooked boss who cares not 'bout killing.
To war he'll go; must toe his line.
Big Oil-fed; they've made him bolder.
Their dummy's told just what to say.
It does no good; the world knows he's lying.
All through the years, Bush got his way.

Really, Bush ain't a hero.
He was a fool all his life.
Really, Bush ain't a hero.
He lacked for brains, a dull knife.
He and his party must go.
Just say, "Really, he'll be brought low."
Really, Bush ain't a hero; reality.

Bush and his crew on ship, coming state-side.
Big photo staging all around.
The AWOL pilot posed with his sea boys.
Bush wants more war, not peace; warhound.
The right wing press all cheer his f**k ups.
They guard his back time and again.
It's Bush's plan: more war, he will foment.
Forgettin' what the world has said.
They said:

Really, Bush ain't a hero.
He was a fool all his life.
Really, Bush ain't a hero.
He lacked for brains, a dull knife.
He and his party must go.
Just say, "Really, he'll be brought low."
Really, Bush ain't a hero; reality.

Economy has gotten no better.
Tax cuts and war, we cannot pay.
Bush hasn't led us; he's still a zero.
Let's throw him out Election Day.
Bush and his crew had better go away...

(instrumental fade)


Shrub's Story
(Sung to the tune of "Love Story" by Andy Williams)

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(instrumental intro)

Glaring right wing spin:
They tell of "glory" and how "great" the Shrub can be.
They tweaked Shrub's story 'til they sold a fantasy.
They hid the truth about the Shrub; they claim that he
Is truly smart.

Bloodthirsty fellow...
Phrase has new meaning when he claimed, "This world is mine."
The world would see just what the Shrub could do, in time.
With bombs, he's taken life for oil; to him, that's fine.
War fills his heart...

War fills his heart; thinks he's a special king...
Who's never wrong; reviled for savaging.
Our nation's role, reversed by Shrub.
To war is where he'll go; going it alone, he.
With Blair around, he'll still be lonely.
Impeach this brigand, along with Blair...

How long can he last?
Shrub robbed our treasure; gains more powers every day.
He has no answers now, and won't hear what we say.
Let's show this cheater that as czar, he cannot stay,
And yield his chair...

Thursday, May 08, 2003

Bush Had To Stop Saddam
(Sung to the tune of "Shop Around" by Smoky Robinson & The Miracles)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush has caused war to come to Iraq now.
The shrill right wing can't and won't understand how
Through war, Bush masked his try for their land now.
Gave them "freedom" just like Afghanistan now.
Osama, where's he?
Bush had to stop Saddam.
Distract - Bush had to stop Saddam.

Facts are things Bush don't want you to know now.
He's so sure that he'll win, without know how.
This man's dumb, and this man's got to go now.
"No war!" we'll tell him that we loathe him so now.
Osama, where's he?
Bush had to stop Saddam.
Distract - Bush had to stop Saddam.

Tryin' to make himself King of the World.
For black gold, Bush must slake his thirst on.
He took his prize while his bombs were buzzin'
Then proclaimed he won, through photo-ops he's just lovin'.

Before, Afghanistan had payment due - how?
To war, Shrub just loves to do now;
Made sure nothing Shrub can't do now.
War ecstasy, Shrub's feeling mad and stewed now.
Osama, where's he?
Bush had to stop Saddam...
Bush had to stop Saddam...

Distract - Bush had to... stop Saddam...
Distract - Bush had to... stop Saddam...
Distract - Bush had to... stop Saddam...
Distract - Bush had to... stop Saddam...

(fade)
Don't Believe Bush's Lie
(Sung to the tune of "I Believe I Can Fly" by R. Kelly)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush likes to think that he is never wrong.
Our lives mean nothing to fat cats and the strong.
The world knows the scheming of the Shrub,
Who's leaning on his everlasting war.

If he can seize it, then he can do it.
Use force to achieve it, steal it, or screw it.

Don't believe Bush's lie.
Don't believe him; just ask him why
He thinks he'll always get the right wing's way.
Gettin' things through bribes he'll pay.

Don't believe in his war.
Because this dunce is through, soon in '04.
Don't believe Bush's lie.
Don't believe Bush's lie.
No, don't believe Bush's lie.

Our nation's on the verge of breaking down.
Bush would divide us; we must scream, "So long!"
Through means satirical, we strive: have Bush relieved.
'Cause Bush could blow it; war he'll ride for greed.

Hey, why believe his sh*t?
If he can seize it, then he can eat it.
Use force to achieve it, steal it, or screw it.
Don't believe Bush's lie...

Don't believe Bush's lie...

(repeat refrain and fade)
If You Ask Why or Defy
(Sung to the tune of "Eye In The Sky" by Alan Parsons Project)

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(instrumental intro)

Don't think - keep on living in dread.
Don't pry - right wing fables misled.
His craven plots and chances for war;
And Bush is gonna give you much more.
Don't ask him... just why he froze
Our civil rights, blows 'gainst free thinkin'...

Don't say words you're gonna regret.
Don't fret; inquirers end up dead.
Just mental masturbation for war.
The world ain't gonna take any more deceivin'
Dim Son they despise.
Ain't none of his lies worth believin'...

If you ask why or defy, they'll look at you.
They'll brainwash your mind.
Bush is the maker of rules, leading the fools
He has cheated blind.
Those sheep don't need to see any more;
We know that... they don't need a mind...
They don't need a mind...

Don't grieve; Shrub's illusions won't bind.
Don't cry; we must awaken the blind.
We've thrown out other fools who love war.
Soon Shrub ain't gonna rule anymore.
Deceiving, telling more lies,
Ignoring the signs he'll soon be leaving...

If you ask why or defy, they'll look at you.
They'll brainwash your mind.
Bush is the maker of rules, leading the fools
He has cheated blind.
Those sheep don't need to see any more;
We know that... they don't need a mind...
They don't need a mind...
They don't need a mind...
They don't need a mind...

(repeat last line and fade)

Sunday, May 04, 2003

Shrub Ain't The Answer
(Sung to the tune of "Love Is The Answer" by England Dan & John Ford Coley)

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(instrumental intro)

Oil, low-priced, through wicked crew and Bush vice.
Bush can't stay here without war.
For oil crooks, tried to go
And win through war, more war, more war.
If there's a tax cut, he'd have found it.

Blight of the world; mindless, he.
Shrub ain't the answer.
Kind who appalls; friend of greed.
Shrub ain't the answer.

His bombs fly; those with brown skins will die.
Dead and homeless boys and girls;
Their pain is never heard
In Bush's looney world.
Bushies turn their heads, and don't ask why
We exploit the earth, while others die.

Blight of the world; mindless, he.
Shrub ain't the answer.
Kind who appalls; friend of greed.
Shrub ain't the answer.

Shrub and his hive
Will just defy the planet.
War, Bush advances
'Cause the man isn't smart; has no answers.
So now they steal or raid (Shrub and the others)
Workers tossed away (Shrub and the others)
To go it all alone (Shrub and the others)
To bomb thoses far from home (Shrub and the others)
He has the crown and clout (Shrub and the others)
Let's have these dopes run out (Shrub and the others)
The Bush regime must end (Shrub and the others)
Impeach the Shrub... impeach the Shrub.

Blight of the world; mindless, he.
Shrub ain't the answer.
Kind who appalls; friend of greed.
Shrub ain't the answer.

Blight of the world; mindless, he.
Shrub ain't the answer.
Kind who appalls; friend of greed.
Shrub ain't the answer.

(repeat chorus and fade to end)

Fear and the Shrub Together
With the neoconservatives firmly in control of the Bush Administration, and PNAC (Project For a New American Century) as their blueprint for world conquest, the Bush cabal continue to strip Americans of their Constitutional rights through endless war and fearmongering terrorist alerts.
(Sung to the tune of "We're In This Love Together" by Al Jarreau)

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PNAC defines "right wing,"
Through Shrub, the specious king.
Chance for war, Bush wants to use it.
War is his favorite song.
Bombs he loves to fling
In war time, plays jingo music.

Fear and the Shrub together
Makes sheeple blind; war lasts "forever."
Fear and the Shrub together
Helps keep buried all his crime.
It takes heats off; buys him time...

(instrumental break)

They are are looney Right, who want to fight.
World war, not just semantic.
Two million folks not working;
Blame the Right.
War is just the way Bush planned it.

Fear and the Shrub together
Makes sheeple blind; war lasts "forever."
Fear and the Shrub together
Helps keep buried all his crime.
It takes heats off; buys him time...

Fear and the Shrub together
Makes sheeple blind; war lasts "forever."
Fear and the Shrub together
Helps keep buried all his crime.
It takes heats off; buys him time...

(repeat chorus and fade)
Bush's Big Hypocrisy
(Sung to the tune of "You're The Biggest Part of Me" by Ambrosia)

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(instrumental intro)

Unwise... yes, the Dim Son's no wiser.
Hear his lies... his new war's on the horizon.
We despise... and we'll keep on despisin'
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Flay the Right... their warmongering society.
Shine the light... on financial impropriety.
All this strife... Bush's sheep will follow blindly:
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

Brain froze... a dry drunk getting older.
Shrub knows... he's a dummy office holder.
All it shows... world hate for him will smolder.
They hate his hypocrisy.

Forever... oil stealing, war forever.
Together... Bush and neo-cons together.
For better... throw them out; things will be better.
Bush's big hypocrisy.

Hell... made by Bush Baby.
World empire through war has come true.
World hates Bush Baby.
Among kings, they hate Bush and his crew.
World at risk now.
They knew what Shrub's war crown could do.
In Iraq, washed away their past;
Looters encouraged by this crew.

(Bridge:)
War plan: for easy stealin,' oil kings join fully.
War they will sell you; won't end peacefully.
Over Euphrates River; foreigner enmity.
Bush violently pounds Saddam, and believes that he
Can just deceive.

Slimy... shedding blood for oil, he's slimy.
Grimy... greedy, dirty war; he's grimy.
Stymie... Bush, who fears end of war would stymie
Bush's big hypcrisy.

Forever... oil stealing, war forever.
Together... Bush and neo-cons together.
For better... throw them out; things will be better.
Bush's big hypocrisy.

War and strife, hegemony.
Bush's big hypocrisy...

(instrumental fade)

Sunday, April 27, 2003

Big War Man
(Sung to the tune of "Guitar Man" by Bread)

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(instrumental intro)

Who talks so loud and acts so proud (crazy)? It's the Big War Man.
Who's gonna steal the oil, the spoils? Just see, it's the Big War Man.
World hates the Shrub, and he wonders why.
Where his bombs rain down, brown-skinned people die.
War just keeps him crowin' - oil cronies play.
He'd steal another race, to stay.

Fight after fight, the looney Right's crazy for their Big Oil Man.
Rush on the radio says, "Hey, listen to our Big War Man."
When his bombs came down, joy was on his face.
He thinks might makes right, and he has God's grace.
Arguments keep shiftin,' as we hear him say:
"If I say you're wrong, you'll pay!"

Bush won't listen to world viewpoints, 'cause his type can't get along.
Diplomacy's demeaning to his screeching right wing throng.
World rejects his war hawk message, 'cause Iraq is not his own.
This plays at home...

(instrumental break)

World hates the Shrub, dropping bombs from high.
World King whose crown says brown skins must die.
What the hell's he provin'? Everyone must know:
Stealing oil's what makes him go.

Soon the right wing starts to bicker; Bush's scandals get to him.
Shrub's blustering will falter; his excuses get too thin.
But he hopes no one will notice, he's just got to find another war to stay...
War is his way... for him to stay...
War is his way... for him to stay...
War is his way... for him to stay...

(instrumental fade)

Saturday, April 26, 2003

Let 'Em Bleed
(Sung to the tune of "Let It Be" by The Beatles)

As sung by Emperor Dubya:

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(instrumental intro)

When my polls are down and I'm in trouble,
Rove and Cheney counsel me:
"War preserves our freedom, let 'em bleed."
Dick Perle, the Prince of Darkness,
Now is speaking right in front of me:
"War preserves our freedom, let 'em bleed.
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed."

So screw those foreign smart-mouthed people,
Marching, who all say to me:
"War is not the answer!" Let 'em bleed!
They're focus groups, retarded.
They're no good, like France, to oppose me.
War is not the answer?! Let' em bleed!
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
War is not the answer?! Let' em bleed!
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed.

(instrumental break)

And when the Right is pouting
There is still bad light that shines on me.
We'll still win tomorrow, let 'em bleed.
I'll make up words; play war time music.
Rove and Cheney counsel me:
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed.
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
War is not the answer?! Let' em bleed!
Let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed, let 'em bleed.
Screw Iraqi freedom, let 'em bleed.

(instrumental ending)

Thursday, April 24, 2003

No Matter What, Wants War
(Sung to the tune of "No Matter What" by Badfinger)

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(instrumental intro)

No matter what, wants war;
That's the will of W.
All in tatters by his crew: world.
Our world, Bush screwed.

No matter what issue,
Bush has held no moral ground.
Though the force of arms will pound... this world,
They still refuse.

Bush crown, we hope will fall.
War now helps him "stand tall."
Bluster will say,
Bluster will "free,"
Bluster will do.

If we all gave him hell;
Deny help to W.
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee...

No matter what, wants war.
That's the will of W.
All in tatters by his crew: world.
Our world, Bush screwed.

(instrumental break)

Bush crown, we hope will fall.
War now helps him "stand tall."
Bluster will say,
Bluster will "free,"
Bluster will do.

If we all gave him hell;
Deny help to W.
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee,
Dumb king would flee...

No matter what, wants war.
That's the will of W.
All in tatters by his crew: world.
Our world, Bush screwed.
Our world, your world, Bush screwed.

(brief pause)

Our world, your world, Bush screwed.
Our world, your world, Bush screwed.
Plans That End In War
Satire about the Bush cronies profiteering from endless war, i.e. Halliburton and the Carlyle Group
(Sung to the tune of "That's What Friends Are For" by Dionne Warwick & Friends)

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(instrumental intro)

Their lies... have been caught - still got their way.
And as far as they're concerned,
They're still mad at France and say,
"Exposed our deceit? We loathe you!"
Though they tried, protests won't go away.
Bushies close their eyes and cry:
"Just go away, Bush rules today!" (since installed 2K December)...

They're smiling, while linin' their own pockets.
Cronies count on Bush... for sure.
Plans that end in war.
From good times... to bad times,
Bush started our slide, as our debts soar.
Plans that end in war.

Through war, they distract from corporate sleaze.
Shrub's insane, the world agrees.
Middle East has oil they'll sieze.
Bush's cronies say, "Hey, thank you."
Again, for war crimes, those who took part,
Let's expose their lies and show
Atrocities are off the chart,
Again, the world will remember...

They're smiling, while linin' their own pockets.
Cronies count on Bush... for sure.
Plans that end in war.
From good times... to bad times,
Bush started our slide, as our debts soar.
Plans that end in war.

(instrumental fade)

Monday, April 21, 2003

Neo-Con Dance
Satire about the neoconservative cabal that seized power in the Dubya Bush administration
(Sung to the tune of "Neutron Dance" by The Pointer Sisters)

[Sorry, there is no available MIDI music]

(instrumental intro)

Now their aims are naked; they want war.
Although they've been mocked, they want more.
Their war crimes must stop, and they must pay.
'Cause they worked so hard to make war every way.

Whoo-ooh... whoo-ooh...

On Iraq, bombs falling from the sky.
On Iran, they will start the war-talk grind.
Want to roll on Syria today.
What they want to do, the world has no say.

Whoo-ooh... whoo-ooh...

(Chorus:)
If you're in their way, they'll try to bring regime change.
Now it's hard to find world strength to draw the line.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.



(instrumental break)

Industry won't pay a price that's fair.
All the common people breathe polluted air.
Right wing nuts with power beyond your dreams.
The world dreads their part in war hawk schemes.

If you're in their way, they'll try to bring regime change.
Now it's hard to find world strength to draw the line.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.

Whoo-ooh... whoo-ooh...
They conspire...
They conspire...

If you're in their way, they'll try to bring regime change.
Now it's hard to find world strength to draw the line.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
We're all burning, rueing the neo-con dance.

Right wing stole our pot of gold for free.
Bush will get his due; have him relieved.
Shrub's so happy doin' the neo-con dance.
The world is burning, rueing the neo-con dance.
Shrub's so happy doin' the neo-con dance.
The world is burning, rueing the neo-con dance...



(instrumental fade)

Sunday, April 13, 2003

Iraq Is Mine
(Sung to the tune of "The Girl Is Mine" by Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong

As sung by King George Bush and his British poodle, Prime Minister Tony Blair:

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(instrumental intro)

(Bush:)
Every night Saddam had filled my dreams.
Plotted for war from the start.
I'm so proud I was the Chosen One
Who has torn Iraq apart.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Iraq is mine...
Tony, their goddamn oil is mine

(Tony Blair:)
I don't understand the way you think.
Saying Iraq oil's yours, not mine.
Winning war votes through your killing teams.
Dubya, do not waste my time.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.

(Blair:)
You got your war through me (though it wasn't fair).

(Bush:)
No, I got it friendlessly (I don't want to share).

(Bush and Blair:)
Iraq must follow me...
Just one crown.

(Bush:)
Not for both, so don't blather.
War I've won, little brother.
It's my way, and no other.
Cause it's my world, not yours whatsoever.

(Blair:)
You built up my hopes to be let down.
We could be charged with war crimes.

(Bush):
I had to tell you I'm the Conqueror.
You've been had, that's what you'll find.

Iraq is mine...
Their goddamn oil is mine.
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.

(Bush and Blair:)
It's mine... it's mine....
No, no, no, it's mine....
Iraq is mine... Iraq is mine...
Iraq is mine... Iraq is mine...

(Blair:)
The oil is mine, yep, it's mine...
The oil is mine, yep it's mine...

(Bush:)
Don't waste my time...
Sayin' their goddamn oil is thine.
Their oil is mine, the oil is mine...

(Blair, spoken:)
Dubya, we're not going to fight about this, okay?

(Bush, spoken:)
Tony, I thought I told you, I'm a ruler, you're a spider.

(Blair, protesting:)
No one would fall for war, Dubya.
You told me that I'm your more clever "brother," since last November....

(Bush, sneering:)
Well, after helping me, you're dead. Hey, I've got three other brothers.

(Blair, shocked:)
You've left me for dead?

(Bush, sneering:)
Don't you dread it? Poll booth reaming!

(Blair, singing dejectedly:)
I don't be-lieeeeeeve it!

(Bush and Blair:)
Their oil is mine (mine, mine...)
Their oil is mine (mine, mine...)

(repeat last refrain and fade)
King Of Iraq
Satire about retired general Jay Garner, slated by Bush to be the viceroy of post-Saddam Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "King of the Road" by Roger Miller

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(instrumental intro)

War hawk of right wing bent,
Pal of Bush the pResident.
Star Wars, his former pet.
Iraq prize, his biggest yet.
Now hear: Bush says there is no room, 'cause the
U.N.'s gonna get the broom.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq.

Iraq czar's pet refrain:
"Military is the main
Way to solve all issues."
Neo-cons all share such views.
Warhawk old fogies still around;
Served Bush Daddy, duty-bound.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq.

Iraq war was engineered to numb your brain.
War killed children, all done in our names;
"Collateral damage" in every town.
Bush bombed Iraq; their oil's been hocked; they're colony-bound.

War hawk of right wing bent,
Pal of Bush the pResident.
Star Wars, his former pet.
Iraq prize, his biggest yet.
Now hear: Bush says there is no room, 'cause the
U.N.'s gonna get the broom.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq.

Iraq war was engineered to numb your brain.
War killed children, all done in our names;
"Collateral damage" in every town.
Bush bombed Iraq; their oil's been hocked; they're colony-bound.

War hawk of right wing bent,
Pal of Bush the pResident.
Star Wars, his former pet.
Iraq prize, his biggest yet.
Now hear: Bush says there is no room, 'cause the
U.N.'s gonna get the broom.
Garner plans to be the proxy
King of Iraq...
King of Iraq...
King of Iraq...
I'll Go It Alone Now
Satire about Dubya's arrogant, bullying unilateralist foreign policy
(Sung to the tune of "I Think We're Alone Now" by Tommy James & The Shondells)

As sung by Emperor Dubya to the world:

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(instrumental intro)

World, behave!
Watch what you say, don't stick together.
God hears what I pray.
You don't understand, because I'll

Conquer nations fast as I can.
You got oil? We'll bomb and steal your land.
You can't run away, we'll force a fight.
You'd better disarm - we'll surround you;
Make you crumble to the ground.
That's why I say...

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

I'll get my way.
Don't have to hide what I'm doin',
'Cause what will you say?
Can't stop what I'll do, because I'll

Conquer nations fast as I can.
You got oil? We'll bomb and steal your land.
You can't run away, we'll force a fight.
You'd better disarm - we'll surround you;
Make you crumble to the ground.
That's why I say...

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

Conquer nations fast as I can.
You got oil? We'll bomb and steal your land.
You can't run away, we'll force a fight.
You'd better disarm - we'll surround you;
Make you crumble to the ground.
That's why I say...

I'll go it alone now.
All enemies I see will be pushed arou-ound.
I'll go it alone now.
I'll jail bleeding hearts; they won't make a sou-ound.

(repeat chorus and fade)
Hegemon
Hegemon
(noun) : one who practices hegemony - the domination of one state over its allies
(Sung to the tune of the theme from the "Pokemon" TV show)

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(instrumental intro)

G.W.B. is whom we detest,
Like no one ever was.
He's hatched plans for all the rest
Who will not join his cause.
He's Hegemon; he'll conquer lands
Through power, if defied.

Hegemon! Wants to conquer all.
G.W.B. now crows, "War's my destiny.
Big Oil is my best friend;
It's their world we must defend."
Hegemon! Wants to conquer all.
His right wing crew encouraged a worldwide coup.
Impeach George and impeach Dick!
Hegemon!
Wants to conquer all.
Wants to conquer all.

(repeat verses)

Wednesday, April 09, 2003

Roasting You
(Sung to the tune of "Close To You" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

War hawk words, sullen and so weird.
For war crimes, you are jeered.
Look and see:
The world will be... roasting you.

Why do bombs...
Fall down from the sky,
On Iraq? Must you lie?
Look and see:
The world will be... roasting you...

Nowadays, the world has sworn
To change things for the better.
They will work for peace, not hate; but you refuse.
Bush, your sickening foreign affairs
Has stolen our rights and war time's a ruse.

Say goodbye to your stolen crown.
In '04, you'll go down.
Look and see:
Voters will be... roasting you.

(instrumental break)

Nowadays, the world has sworn
To change things for the better.
They will work for peace, not hate; but you refuse.
Bush, your sickening foreign affairs
Has stolen our rights and war time's a ruse.

Say goodbye to your stolen crown.
In '04, you'll go down.
Look and see:
Voters will be... roasting you.

Look and see:
Voters will be... roasting you.

Look and see:
Voters will be...
Roasting you.

(instrumental break)

Duh... Duh-buh-ya...
Roasting you...

Duh... Duh-buh-ya...
Roasting you...

(repeat last two lines and fade)
Iraqis Chose To Fight
(Sung to the tune of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by The Tokens)

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(instrumental intro)

(Lead vocal:)
Oil war freedom? "Iraqi Freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war freedom? "Iraqi Freedom" means just bomb away...

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

Rummy's bungled.
His war plan's bungled.
Iraqis chose to fight.
Rummy's bungled.
His war plan's bungled.
Iraqis chose to fight.

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

(Lead vocal sung during refrain:)
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...

Rummy's scowling.
His war plan's fouling.
Iraqis chose to fight.
Rummy's scowling.
His war plan's fouling.
Iraqis chose to fight.

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

(Lead vocal sung during refrain:)
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...

(instrumental break)

More blood spillage.
Bush oil pillage.
Iraqis chose to fight.
More blood spillage.
Bush oil pillage.
Iraqis chose to fight.

(Refrain:)
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away,
They bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away, they bomb away...

(Lead vocal sung during refrain:)
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...
Oil war "freedom" means just bomb away...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Monday, April 07, 2003

Bungled The Cakewalk
(Sung to the tune of "Under The Boardwalk" by The Drifters)

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The Iraq sun beats down and cooks our soldiers in their suits.
A cakewalk this is not, as promised by those neo-conning brutes.
Bungled the cakewalk.
What do we see?
Press has blanketed Bush Baby.
He's still blame-free.

Rumsfeld barks, you'll hear, just from his sound, things aren't going well.
Due to war hawks' haste and war fog, the "Allies" got hell.
Bungled the cakewalk.
What do we see?
Press has blanketed Bush Baby.
He's still blame-free.

Bungled the cakewalk (but bombing's fun)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Shock and Awe hadn't won)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Rummy thought that's enough)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Iraq war's gotten tough)...
Bungled the cakewalk... cakewalk.

(instrumental break)

Bungled the cakewalk.
What do we see?
Press has blanketed Bush Baby.
He's still blame-free.

Bungled the cakewalk (but bombing's fun)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Shock and Awe hadn't won)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Rummy thought that's enough)...
Bungled the cakewalk (Iraq war's gotten tough)...
Bungled the cakewalk... cakewalk.
War Feels Good
Inspired by news reports of Bush pumping his fist, saying "Feels good!" when the Iraq war started
(Sung to the tune of "I Feel Good" by James Brown)

As sung by warmonger Dubya Bush:

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Wow! War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
So good... so good... for W.

Wow! War feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
War feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
So nice... so nice... for W.

(instrumental break)

Like I've told you, we've got arms.
Precision bombs can't do no wrong.
The arms Dad sold to ol' Saddam
Are old; can't do us much harm.

And war feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
War feels nice.
Get Saddam on ice.
So nice, so nice, for W.

(instrumental break)

Like I've told you, we've got arms.
Precision bombs can't do no wrong.
The arms Dad sold to ol' Saddam
Are old; can't do us much harm.

Wow! War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
War feels good.
My war gives me wood now.
So good... so good... for W.

So good... so good... for W.
So good... so good... for W.

(instrumental ending)
Torn My Battle Plan
(Sung to the tune of "Ramblin' Man" by The Allman Brothers)

As sung by a frustrated Sec. of Defense Don Rumsfeld, who expected an Iraq war to be a cakewalk:

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(instrumental intro)

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
We thought they'd be giving up, like Afghanistan.
They've left us misbelievin'.
No cakewalk like we'd planned.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

I didn't bother with the brass' plan for this war.
I figured Shock and Awe would get things done.
My war plan's taken a back seat, but I won't discuss.
I thought in six days, we'd have won.

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
We thought they'd be giving up, like Afghanistan.
They've left us misbelievin'.
No cakewalk like we'd planned.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

(instrumental break)

They're gonna pay, those fedayeen - I'm warnin'.
They fight with no rationality.
They're givin' us a good fight on supply lines,
Good Lord!
Civilians that we've killed, the world will see.

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
We thought they'd be giving up, like Afghanistan.
They've left us misbelievin'
No cakewalk like we'd planned.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

Iraq has torn my battle plan.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.
Iraq has torn my battle plan.

(long instrumental solo and fade)

Thursday, April 03, 2003

Originally posted on 2/11/03, re-posted here with newly acquired MIDI music...

Bush Hasn't Got Time To Explain
(Sung to the tune of "Haven't Got Time For The Pain" by Carly Simon)

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(instrumental intro)

All those crazy right wingers cried, "Saddam's a creep."
Bush will send bombers and fake out sheep for his war.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

We're going now - doesn't matter what we find.
No backing down - he's made up his mind.
'Cause Bush hasn't got time to explain...
He hasn't got room to explain...
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

Suffering poll drops is this king; he wants Saddam, dead or alive.
Oil means just how much it costs to survive in this world.
Bush has shown us now, how oil fills his heart with love.
Why won't he 'fess up? We think it's all that he loves.
Black gold pool from heaven.

He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

He hasn't got time to explain.
He hasn't got room to explain.
He won't feel the need to explain.
"Convinced!" says W.

(repeat refrain and fade)
War Plan's Been Bungled
Bush's Iraq invasion "cakewalk" by Richard Perle and Don Rumsfeld turns out to be fake talk
(Sung to the tune of "Run Through The Jungle" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

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(instrumental intro)

War in Iraq's a nightmare.
Shock and Awe won't do.
They told Bush: "Our cakewalk's a go."
Said Perle, "We can't lose."

The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
Sold Bush a fantasy.

Generals heard a-grumblin':
"Neo-cons to blame!
Not enough troops or guns were loaded.
Iraq fights - they came!"

The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
Sold Bush a fantasy.

(instrumental break)

Quick war they were countin',
All went up in smoke.
The Bush war hawks have no wisdom.
Their war plan's a joke.

The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
The Bush war plan's been bungled...
Sold Bush a fantasy...

(instrumental fade)
War Machine
(Sung to the tune of "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson)

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(instrumental intro)

His regime's war-like, 'cause of Bush's team; that is how they're seen
By all mankind; by his words, it seems Bush is the one
Who will dance when his war has been won.
World says Bush is the one
Who will dance when his war has been one.

"Shock and Awe," a game for his war machine, as his hawks all preen.
Wants Saddam dead, oil the prize they dreamed, after they've won.
They will dance when their war has been won.

Other nations told Bush: "Be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking treaties apart."
And others tried to tell him: "Brute force is not enough.
And be careful of what you do; soon your lies catch up to you."
Hey!

War machine, oil lovers
Threaten the world, and aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.
Bush aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.

Count all the ways that Bush tried to fight;
No law was on his side.
Bush had long planned to take Iraq's land
Through schemes and scams.
He will dance when his war has been won.
By taking wrong advice,
This emperor won't ever think twice (won't think twice).

We hear Bush Baby making threats to "spread democracy."
But war front photos show Bush Baby lies.
Lies to the blind;
Those who dance when his war has been won.

Other nations told Bush: "Be careful of what you do.
And don't go around breaking treaties apart."
And Tony Blair stood by him to propel Iraqi doom.
They want it real soon, 'cause Blair could get the broom.
Hey!

War machine, oil lovers
Threaten the world, and aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.
Bush aims at anyone
Who dismisses the Dim Son.

(repeat chorus and fade)