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

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

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(instrumental intro)

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

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

(instrumental break)

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

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

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

(instrumental break)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(repeat chorus and fade)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(instrumental fade)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(brief instrumental break)

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

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

(brief instrumental break)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(repeat chorus and fade)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As sung by Dubya to Karl Rove & Condi Rice:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As sung by Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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

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

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

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

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

(A pretty woman catches Arnold's eye)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(repeat chorus and fade)

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

As sung by Republican gubernatorial candidate Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(instrumental break)

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

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

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

As sung by California Republican fat cats to Arnold Schwarzenegger:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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(instrumental intro)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:

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(instrumental intro)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(fade)

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

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(instrumental intro)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don't let Dim Son practice lying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As sung by Dubya Bush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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...

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...)

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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)

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)

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.

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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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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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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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.

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

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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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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)

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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)

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...

(instrumental break)

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

(instrumental break)

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

(instrumental break)

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

(instrumental break)

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

(instrumental break)

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

(instrumental break)

(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)

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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(instrumental intro)

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?