Satire about Bush's Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, now facing calls for his resignation by Congress and by the entire world for allowing and covering up the Abu Ghraib military prison torture scandal in Iraq

Rumsfeld
(Sung to the tune of "Young Girl" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)

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Rumsfeld... your job's on the line.
Now, all you do is evade and whine.
Hey, Mr. Rumsfeld...
Please resign, Rumsfeld.

What kind of harm in Iraq prisons
Did you keep secret - tortured youth?
Your lies, we don't believe.
We've had enough of you and Shrub.
This scandal hurts; you hid the truth...
So...

Rumsfeld... your job's on the line.
Now, all you do is evade and whine.
Hey, Mr. Rumsfeld...
Please resign, Rumsfeld.

Your firing now looms; big shake-up.
Crimes you enabled were disguised.
We know you knew,
And it was wrongfully, ignored with glee.
You and Bush Baby - soon, goodbye!
So...

Rumsfeld... your job's on the line.
Now, all you do is evade and whine.
Hey, Mr. Rumsfeld...
Please resign, Rumsfeld.

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They ask at home, "Where's Osama?"
You sure have blundered, with your czar.
Get out of here, because you're out of time
To hide war crime.
The mess you've made has gone too far.
So...

Rumsfeld... your job's on the line.
Now, all you do is evade and whine.
Hey, Mr. Rumsfeld...
Please resign, Rumsfeld.

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Satire about the prisoner torture scandal at the infamous Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq, which was kept secret for months by Rumsfeld (Rummy) and Bush (Dummy) until it was leaked to the press

Prison Bullies
(Sung to the tune of "Wolly Bully" by Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs)

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Dummy asked Rummy,
"Hey, what's up in Iraq?"
Prisoner porn; nude men in a stack.

Prison bullies... prison bullies.
Prison bullies, prison bullies, prison bullies.

Rummy told Dummy,
"I couldn't take a chance.
Covered up the scandal,
To keep it spin-enhanced.

Prison bullies... prison bullies.
Prison bullies, prison bullies, prison bullies.

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Dummy told Rummy,
"What the hell'd you do?
My polls have already
Fallen without you!"

Prison bullies... prison bullies.
Prison bullies, prison bullies, prison bullies.

Neo-Cons
(Sung to the tune of "On And On" by Stephen Bishop)

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Admit mistakes? Oh, hell, no; they prop up the Moron.
Stole your money; Iraq... breaks apart.
Loathsome views; war was sold through their scam.
They should all be fired, not running... Uncle Sam.

Neo-cons; they just keep on lying.
All the while, U.S. troops are dying.
Neo-cons, neo-cons, neo-cons.

Shrub the Ninny stood alone with the Far Right.
Wanted war with Iraq; hatched a plan.
Said it didn't matter; ordered bombs from the sky.
Iraqis slaughtered, but they won't say why...

Neo-cons; they just keep on lying.
All the while, U.S. troops are dying.
Neo-cons, neo-cons, neo-cons.

During war time; they caused war crime.
Iraq war is going bad.
Bush did blow it.
He says, "Oh, sh*t!"
Send him away Election Ni-i-i-ight.

The Dim Son will get bolder; must expose how he scammed.
Boot this moron; choose another man.
'Cause Bush don't care; he says, "God made it clear."
Falling apart; Iraq war is damned.

Neo-cons; they just keep on lying.
All the while, U.S. troops are dying.
Neo-cons, neo-cons, neo-cons.

Neo-cons, neo-cons, neo-cons.
Neo-cons, neo-cons, neo-cons.
Neo-cons, neo-cons, neo-cons.

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Bush Just Happens To Be War-Crazy
(Sung to the tune of "You Don't Have To Be A Star" by Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis, Jr.)

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World class dummy, this czar;
He's off the chart; war lust rages within.
Never-elected, this jerk;
Arrogant Smirk; world just despises him.

No, we won't heed this stupid czar.
Iraq was wrecked; he went too far.
The neo-cons lied; ten thousand have died.
With the Shrub, for war, they conspired.

Bush just happens to be war-crazy;
His "Free Iraq" show.
Bush just happens to be war-crazy;
His "Free Iraq" show.

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Hides crimes, so nothing will show;
Will seal his doom, this election year.
His regime's running aground; war crimes were found.
Prison torture was clear.

Bush now hears jeering from the crowds;
Angered hearts shouting out loud.
No victory parade, unlike what he staged.
Quagmire 'til Election Day.

Bush just happens to be war-crazy;
His "Free Iraq" show.
Bush just happens to be war-crazy;
His "Free Iraq" show.

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This stinkin' czar's out of time.
Let's vote Shrub out; let's throw out this bum.
World disgust at obscene war profits seen;
Greed is Number One.

No, we won't heed this stupid czar.
Iraq was wrecked; he went too far.
The neo-cons lied; ten thousand have died.
With the Shrub, for war, they conspired.

Bush just happens to be war-crazy;
His "Free Iraq" show.
Bush just happens to be war-crazy;
His "Free Iraq" show.

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Knowing He's W.
(Sung to the tune of "Knowing Me, Knowing You" by ABBA)

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More war; more disaster.
Violence ever after.
Stalking Bush and his White House: fears on the rise.
This year's where his glory ends; could be goodbye.

Knowing he's W. (well, duhhh...)
There is nothing he can do.
Knowing he's W. (well, duhhh...)
He'll just have to face that his time is through.
Making up lies; always sleazy.
We'll vote and he'll have to go.
Knowing he's W,
Rid this pest and his coup.

We've seen... Bush ways... bad ways...
Plu-toc-racy... war craze...
Using bombs and killer drones... children he slayed.
Iraq quagmire now a mess... to his dismay...

Knowing he's W. (well, duhhh...)
There is nothing he can do.
Knowing he's W. (well, duhhh...)
He'll just have to face that his time is through
Making up lies; always sleazy.
We'll vote and he'll have to go.
Knowing he's W,
Rid this pest and his coup.

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Knowing he's W. (well, duhhh...)
There is nothing he can do.
Knowing he's W. (well, duhhh...)
He'll just have to face that his time is through.
Making up lies; always sleazy.
We'll vote and he'll have to go.
Knowing he's W,
Rid this pest and his coup.

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We Must Fight This Clown
(Sung to the tune of "Lights" by Journey)

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We must fight this clown, without pity.
The Dim Son must go away.
We don't want him here, he's so sh*tty...
Go... that Bush, must go-o-o!

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Yes, we think he's looney
Bush's friends are so looney, too.
Let's vote, send him back; send that sh*thead on his way.
Go... that Bush, must go-o-o!

He's mad, oh, he ignored warnings he was told
And W? W brought us harm
Through 9-1-1; 9-1-1!
So-o-o...

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We must fight this clown, without pity.
The Dim Son must go away.
We don't want him here, he's so sh*tty...
Go... that Bush, must go-o-o!

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We must fight this clown, without pity.
The Dim Son must go away.
We don't want him here, he's so sh*tty...
Go... that Bush, must go-o-o!

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Satire about the shocking abuse of Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison by the U.S. occupation army and its civilian "contractor" interrogators

Iraq Prison Blues
(Sung to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash)

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As sung by an Iraqi imprisoned in the infamous Abu Ghraib prison:

I hear war planes a-hummin'
To bomb Iraq again.
My torturers had fun time;
I'm locked up in this pen.
I'm stuck in Iraq prison.
War crimes; head bags are on.
U.S. war planes keep on bombin'
Although Saddam has gone.

Damned torturers and rapists;
Apologists who spun
In service of the Bush Boy,
Who rules the world by gun.
Prison torture; what does he know?
How many here have died?
Since someone had blown the whistle,
The Bushies spun and lied.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
And they'd let me speak my mind,
I'd bet there'd been more torture;
Iraqis maimed and blind.
And I'd tear down this damned prison;
Abu Ghraib, nay!
I thank those who blew the whistle.
Bush, just go away!


Hooded prisoner: This image from CBS's "60 Minutes" shows a hooded Iraqi prisoner standing on top of a box that appears to be connected to electrical wires.

Shouldn't It Be Rice
(Sung to the tune of "Wouldn't It Be Nice" by The Beach Boys)

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Shouldn't it be Rice to blame? (Let's scold her)
Terrorist attacks; she got it wrong.
And shouldn't it be Rice; who, hell for leather,
Wants the kind of world ruled by the strong?

'Cause things for Bush and Rice
Won't get much better.
Voters will chase the Right and then, forget her...

Shouldn't it be Rice who now must wake up?
Terror warnings she had failed to view.
Was Bush "heaven-sent" to rule forever,
Helped by brother Jeb, through Far Right coup?

Corporate crimes and war now never-ending;
Suspicions that has Condi still defending...
Shouldn't it be Rice?

Condi slipped; she thinks the Dubya dope will stay; that's quite untrue.
Rule again? He still would be a stupid king; Bush just won't do.
World would be buried...
Sack Bushies, so crappy...
Shouldn't it be Rice?

They crow 'bout dreams of war; they're hawks about it.
Iraq only gets worse, but still... they doubt it.
Inept; who'll get outed?
Shouldn't it be Rice?

Duh-buh-ya... Duh-buh-duh-buh-ya...

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Bug Bush out of the White House!

Bleeding of Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Leader Of The Pack" by The Shangri-Las)
MIDI sequenced by Ron Tilden

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[spoken:]
Is God really talking now with him?
Well, there he is! Let's ask him.
"Dubya, is there anything you're sharing?"
"Uh-uh!"
See, it's just Cheney, hiding for him.
And he's picking up after the fool today.
Anyway, how should we treat him?

With Iraq, always wanted war.
The neocons all smiled with glee.
Was greed the victor? (Yes, it's greed!)
That's Bush's oil war: the bleeding of Iraq.

The world is always putting Bush down.
They said he made war on folks black and brown.
They told Bush he was bad,
And they knew he was mad.
That's Bush's oil war: the bleeding of Iraq.

One day, Shrub's dad said, "Do not go through...
With your pre-emptive war, which you'll rue."
Shrub didn't care for world outcry.
But all that Shrub could do was lie.
'Cause war brought him "virtue": the bleeding of Iraq.

[spoken:]
Bush is reviled; let's tell him goodbye.
War cheers are now beginning to slow.
Voters, drive away all the looney Right.
Let's end this Bush's show.
Bad leader, whose words will soon bring him low.
Bush, out! Bush, out! Bush, out! Bush, out!

Bush now is helpless, 'cause he gets booed.
Dissembling all the time, things unglued.
His cruel war won't stop, 'cause Blair
Helped him lead wars cheers, 'cause they don't care.
The voters should dump him for bleeding of Iraq.

The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)
The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)
The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)
The bleeding of Iraq (want Bush gone!)


Bush has not attended a single soldier's funeral - the Pentagon's spin refers to GI coffins as "transfer tubes," and has fired the American contractor in Kuwait who published the above photo

Put Shrub In The Pokey
(Sung to the tune of "On Top Of Old Smoky")

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Put Shrub in the pokey.
His cover-up's blown.
Let's toss this warmonger
To Crawford, his zone.

Oil war gives him pleasure.
Let's make his reign brief.
Strip Bush of his power.
Who's worse than this thief?

This thief who has robbed you
Of freedom; we're slaves
To his unbridled power.
War led troops to their graves.

Their graves betray W.
Oil war is a bust.
'Cause Bush Boy had blundered;
Earned the world's disgust.

We'll bug you and diss you
When you tell more lies.
We despise your failed road;
More wars on the rise.

His Iraq invasion:
Wants oil for free
Bush said "Take our 'protection'
As your democracy."

For our freedoms have withered
For PATRIOT lies.
Our rights have been taken.
Cut Shrub down to size.

Lied, Lied, Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)

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Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Must go, Bush Baby; want someone new.
He sure was crappy, for all to view.
Must go, Bush Baby; inept as sin.
He lied; there's no chance, his war can win.

Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Oil war has no chance; we're through with Shrubs
We're through with counting... graves through his flubs.
Bush is the reason... that we're less free.
'Cause of Bush Baby's damned monarchy.

Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Dumb, Not Smart
(Sung to the tune of "Young At Heart" by Frank Sinatra)

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Bush has failed; yes, it's true; just pure crap from his coup;
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.
A blowhard, now maligned; who is narrow of mind,
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.

Bush would go to extremes with impossible schemes.
We will laugh when his dreams fall apart at the seams.
His life's now nailbiting 'til Election Day
'Cause Shrub's no leader, he'll depart, get sent away.

Iraq oil, to him's worth every treasure on Earth
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.
He's so rich, he's a czar; but so much below par,
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.

No, his throne won't survive, though he'll try to contrive
About all of his jive; but his polls now still dive.
It's clear, he must depart.
He isn't head smart,
'Cause this czar has flung a load of dung; not smart.

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No, his throne won't survive, though he'll try to contrive
About all of his jive; but his polls now still dive.
It's clear, he must depart.
He isn't head smart,
'Cause this czar has flung a load of dung; not smart.

After the deaths of nearly 700 U.S. troops and over 10,000 civilians in Iraq in a war started by his lies, Bush's tasteless joke about missing WMD's in Iraq during the annual dinner of the Radio and Television News Correspondents Association has drawn widespread criticism.

Jokes About His Lies
(Sung to the tune of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" by The Platters)

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There's no doubt that Bush knew
His war lies weren't true.
No-o-o-o...
Thousands of folks died
In Iraq, for pride.
WMD's "hide."

No weapons did we find.
Rush to war was blind.
So-o-o-o...
Now Iraq's on fire.
Bush, whom we despise,
Jokes about his lies.

Bush's gaffe, reporters cruelly laugh;
They think "a great joke" from Shrub.
Bush will play; Rove tells him what to say.
There's still no doubt, he'll flub.

Soon, laughing will subside;
Fears Bush cannot hide.
No-o-o-o...
On Election Day,
Bush may say goodbye.
Joked about his lies...

(Joked about his lies... joked about his lies...)

Joked... a-bout... his... lies!

Did Dubya and Condi need an INVITATION CARD warning?!

Gory Story In Fallujah
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by Julia Ward Howe)

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Bush lies obscene;
The story of his oily Iraq war.
He is trampling on our rights;
That's what his fascist path is for.
He's accused now of just frightening us
To steal more from the poor.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Pushed ahead for acting hostile:
Iraq war, for oil to steal.
Made a viceroy of Bremer;
With insurgents, he can't deal.
Shrub's no hero; he's a moron;
War quagmire is for real.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Folks are sounding forth to dump him,
And his polls are in retreat.
In Iraq, the body parts of men
Were seen dragged through the street.
Bush won't shift his role or change his whim,
Or stand to face the heat.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Dedicated to Bush's National Security Advisor, Condoleeza Rice, caught in her own web of lies about the Bush Administration's 9/11 coverup

Rambling Rice
(Sung to the tune of "Rambling Rose" by Nat King Cole)

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Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Bush had gambled...
Bad advice.
While chill winds blow... on Bush's show
Your lies taint you, oh, rambling Rice.

Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Bush had gambled...
Bad advice.
People loathe you; your speech untrue.
You're still rambling, a Bush pawn.

Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Press now taunts you; liar's price.
You love W., Shrub is through.
Bush can't cling to you, Rambling Rice.

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Dedicated to looney right wing columnist and TV pundit Ann Coulter

All She Wants To Is Rant
(Sung to the tune of "All She Wants To Do Is Dance" by Don Henley)

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Ann Coulter pissed off listeners, and writes with poison pen,
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Goebbels, she's Goebbels; she's at it again.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Female shock jock tale; she doesn't think.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Makin' things up; she's such as waste of ink.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Crazy people talk unsound, with blood in her eyes.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Wild-eyed are flag wavers, who'd send others to die.
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Speaking with deceit;
Helping Bush to cheat.
She and her party (Bush)...
Ought to be smacked down (Bush)
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant.

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She'd let government bug your bedroom, for the dirt that they can scrounge,
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Just hear her noise; she's shilling from her comfy right wing lounge.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Let's give 'em hell; she's smarmy; so are thugs of Bush Crew
'Cause all she wants to do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Bush appointed by Supreme Court; votes he did without.
Rich got tax cuts; what a fun way; while we little people pout.
But Bush won't be back; we're cranky.
We're ending Bush's coup.
Boot Coulter's honey.
And all she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Speaking with deceit;
Helping Bush to cheat.
She and her party (Bush)...
Ought to be smacked down (Bush)
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.
All she wants to do is rant...

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The Mad Man

Dubya and his administration unravels as they are unable to refute the testimony of former security official Richard Clarke, who blasts the Bushies for being obsessed with Iraq, while being negligent and unprepared against terrorism, leading to the September 11 attacks.

Richard Clarke, Shut Up
(Sung to the tune of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones)

As sung by a desperate Dubya Bush, about to lose his "wartime president" credential:

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Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!
Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!

He exposed my plot!
Bin Laden got off; Iraq war's a flop!
Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

My war's for oil, for gasoline.
I talked smooth; rode on my lean war machine...
Clarke, shut u-u-up!

Richard Clarke, shut up!
The war I started is now all I've got, I've got, I've got...
I can't compete...
With John Kerry, so I'll have to cheat.
Clarke has fu**ed things up!
I won't like to lose my winner's cup, winner's cup

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

I am irate!
Clarke rips my spleen.
It won't be easy;
Slime him, my mean machine.
Clarke, shut u-u-up!

Richard Clarke, shut up!
Don't stall my plot.
Why won't you ever, ever, ever stop?!
Never, never... shut him up!

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

I have been skinned; Clarke did the squeeze.
There were no traces of WMDs.
Clarke, shut u-u-up!
What'd he say, when will he ever stop, ever stop?!
Never stops, never stops!
Fu**ed me u-u-up...

Never stops, never stops, never stops!

My, my, my secrets blown sky high!
My, my, my secrets blown sky high!
My, my, my secrets blown sky high!

I, I hate that man, he's scum.
I, I hate that man, he's scum...

National Security Advisor Condi Rice refuses to testify under oath to the 9/11 commission, and keeps tripping over her own words trying to defend the Bush administration's pre-decision to blame the 9/11 attacks on Iraq instead of Al Qaida terrorists, as revealed by former counterterrorism official Richard Clarke

Condi
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)

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Who's speaking out all over the beltway,
Avoiding blame; not clearing the air?
Whose standing now is low from what Clarke showed?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

Who's ripped right now - does she deserve pity?
Piling are charges, stinging like bees.
Who sees no doubt in war Bush would foment?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

'Cause Condi's unsworn, she lies:
"Hijackers don't come from skies."
Ask Condi, how "things got by"
Dubya's dumb crowd? (Dubya's dumb crowd)

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'Cause Condi's unsworn, she lies:
"Hijackers don't come from skies."
Ask Condi, how "things got by"
Dubya's dumb crowd? (Dubya's dumb crowd)

Who's speaking out all over the beltway,
Avoiding blame; not clearing the air?
Whose standing now is low from what Clarke showed?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

Who's ripped right now - does she deserve pity?
Piling are charges, stinging like bees.
Who sees no doubt in war Bush would foment?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

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National Security Advisor Condoleeza Rice refuses to testify under oath to the bipartisan 9/11 Commission, but has plenty of time to appear on talk shows, while failing to refute the testimony of Richard Clarke

Nothing More That I Can Say
(Sung to the tune of "More Than I Can Say" by Leo Sayer)

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As sung by Condoleeza Rice:

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No, no, no way!
There's nothing more that I can say.
My past advice to Bush brought sorrow, so...
There's nothing more that I can say.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more that I can say.

I didn't know how things would go
When Clarke said he was gonna show
What he'd seen; we'll still deny:
Iraq War based on a lie.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more that I can say.

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I didn't know how things would go
When Clarke said he was gonna show
What he'd seen; we'll still deny:
Iraq War based on a lie.

No, no, no way!
There's nothing more that I can say.
My past advice to Bush brought sorrow, so...
There's nothing more that I can say.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more than I can say.

There's nothing more that I can say.
There's nothing more that I can say, so...
(More, I will not say)
There's nothing more that I can say.
(More, I will not say)...

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Oh, yeah?!

Dubya and his administration unvravels as they are unable to refute the testimony of former security official Richard Clarke, who blasts the Bushies for obsessed with Iraq, while being negligent and unprepared against terrorism, leading to the September 11 attacks

Go Away, Richard Clarke
(Sung to the tune of "Saturday In The Park" by Chicago)

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As sung by a desperate Dubya Bush, about to lose his "wartime president" credentials:

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Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!
Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!

War-enhancing, war-hawk staffing;
Our planned Iraq war dream.
Where did my pals go wrong?!
Clarke's words got played, night and all day:
"Neocons rigged it: Afghanistan.
And they'd been waitin' for a long time...
For bombs away..."

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Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!
Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!

Clarke's still talking, charges piling.
I plan staying still czar.
Stings us, one and all.
Folks say I estranged the world.
My plan's big, yes (big was my plan)
Clarke's revelations at the wrong time...
They still play...

Scandal horizons... darken my election day.
My press fans... still can... spin stories my own way.
This just kills me... Clarke, please get lost!
Clarke, please get lost!
Oh, no, no...

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What'd you say... Richard Clarke?
Go away, you're bleeding me dry!
What'd you say... Richard Clarke?
Go away, you're bleeding me dry!

Rove is screeching; scandal's touching;
A squeal from the nation:
Wanting my recall (wanting my recall)
Now I'm taunted, really taunted
Can Rove rig it? (yes, he can)
Clarke's revelations at the wrong time...
They still play...

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Throw Bush Out
(Sung to the tune of "Twist And Shout" by The Beatles)

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We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

We'll throw those jerks out (Throw those jerks out)
Yeah, they're all crooks; no good (Crooks - no good)
You know the Shrub needs mowing now (Shrub needs mowing)
Stop the Reverse Robin Hood (Reverse Robin Hood)

We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

You know he's dissed by the world (Dissed by the world)
Because he's dissed, he'll whine (Dissed, he'll whine)
A con artist and boaster, now (con artist, boaster).
Sheep think he's oh-so-divine (Oh-so-divine)

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We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

You know he's dissed by the world (Dissed by the world)
Because he's dissed, he'll whine (Dissed, he'll whine)
A con artist and boaster, now (con artist, boaster).
Sheep think he's oh-so-divine (Oh-so-divine)

We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...

Oust W.
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do" by Mouth and MacNeal)

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Dunce made head, all through a coup;
We all remember why.
As king, Bush blundered; yes, it's true.
The press just lets him lie.
There's less than one more year to go;
Get rid of W.
Let's start that revolution that
Spells end for Bush and crew...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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Dunce made head, all through a coup;
We all remember why.
As king, Bush blundered; yes, it's true.
The press just lets him lie.
There's less than one more year to go;
Get rid of W.
Let's start that revolution that
Spells end for Bush and crew...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

(repeat chorus and fade)

The Dummy Flopped
(Sung to the tune of "The Bunny Hop")

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Move the country forward.
Throw that Dubya out.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

Fascists run the nation;
His administration.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

The Bushes' time is done;
Father and Dim Son
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

Fascists run the nation;
His administration.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

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"His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane" - Prime Minister Jose Maria Aznar and his ruling Conservative Party successor are ousted from office by angry citizens for backing Bush's illegal war on Iraq, and for instigating a terrorist attack on Madrid. One down, two (Blair and Bush) to go!

Spanish Mayhem
(Sung to the tune of "Spanish Harlem" by Ben E. King)

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The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
The Socialists who won in Spain opposed Dim Son.
Bad news now comes out all too soon, now when Bush must run.
Fans of our czar now bleat; fears grow 'bout defeat;
Through oft-repeated scheming.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
Through lies, Iraq, Bush stole; bombs rained down, claiming souls.
He'd lose a fight if fair; and then he'd lose control.
His War On Terror hardened the neocon clique
Who chose to slaughter and impose, without pardon.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
Through lies, Iraq, Bush stole; bombs rained down, claiming souls.
He'd lose a fight if fair; and then he'd lose control.
His War On Terror hardened the neocon clique
Who chose to slaughter and impose, without pardon.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)
The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)
The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)

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Satire about outgoing Prime Minister Jose Maria Aznar of Spain, whose ruling Conservative Party was ousted by citizens outraged at his support of Bush's war on Iraq, which led to a terrorist attack on Madrid

His Reign In Spain
(Sung to the tune of "The Rain In Spain" from the Broadway musical, "My Fair Lady)

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His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

Now, once again, who lost his reign?
It's so plain! It's so plain!
Where's Aznar, down the drain?
In Spain! In Spain!

His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

Such harsh words, were heard, for damn sure!
There in Spain, it did happen!
'Cause W. is really dumb.

Now, once again, who lost his reign?
It's so plain! It's so plain!
Where's Aznar, down the drain?
In Spain! In Spain!

His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

B.S., Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "P.S. I Love You" by The Beatles)

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Hasn't gotten better...
Since his 2K coup.
September 11 war craze:
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!

Treachery and worse; war, hell for leather.
It's you we'll loathe forever.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

You'll be going home again; yes, you, Shrub.
Election Day, you, we'll drub.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

Hasn't gotten better...
Since his 2K coup.
September 11 war craze: B.S., Duh-Buh-You!

Treachery and worse; war, hell for leather.
It's you we'll loathe forever.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

You'll be going home again; yes, you, Shrub.
Election Day, you, we'll drub.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!
You we will boot!
We loathe you!
We loathe you!

End The Shrub's Big Show
(Sung to the tune of "And I Love You So" by Don McLean)

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End the Shrub's big show.
Good people, blast him now.
Take a solemn vow:
Expel him when you vote.

A mess made of our land;
John Ashcroft chases sin.
The right wing rants again.
These crazy kooks command.

Shrub's mess... we know...
More war and strife there'll be.
It's long past Halloween;
Still, Shrub's nightmare mess we see.
But we...won't let...
Bush repeat, vet his crown.
Vote him out quite proudly.

End the Shrub's big coup.
He brought theocracy.
Bush said we were too free.
Unhappy that we boo.

A crook for life, and thief.
A world enraged, not led.
Iraq: thousands dead.
Inept, Bush as chief.

Shrub's mess... we know...
More war and strife there'll be.
It's long past Halloween;
Still, Shrub's nightmare mess we see.
But we...won't let...
Bush repeat, vet his crown.
Vote him out quite proudly.

Throne Was Arranged
(Sung to the tune of "Home on the Range")

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As sung by King Shrub:

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Dad gave me my throne
The republic, I own.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

Throne, throne was arranged.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

Don't care; I'm the Fuhrer;
And protests, I won't see.
Oil I'll seize from Iraq through our fight.
I never will change;
'Cause my throne's been arranged.
Rule all of the world with my might.

Throne, throne was arranged.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

How I love my power;
Bein' the Man of the Hour.
Four more years I can get through my team.
The sheep in my flocks
Don't know I sold Fort Knox
To pay tax cuts, the billionaires' dream.

Throne, throne was arranged.
I don't hear what the protestors say.
To sheep in my herd,
Rule of law is my word,
Telling lies, so that I'll get my way.

He's Got A War On
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Woman" by Firefall)

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He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

He lied so much 'bout W.M.D.'s;
'Bout what Hussein would do.
And now the real truth's exposed to see:
Bush, he's exposed, a fool.

He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

Bush lied so much 'bout all his policies.
Sheep in wolf's clothes, he wears.
Used war to keep away the look-and-see.
He's always sneaky there, so...

He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

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Not hard to tell now that the Shrub is reelin'.
No substance, just style.
Lyin' today are his defenders, squealin'.
Our troops die and they pile... so...

He's got a war on; what he'd always dreamed of.
Bush planned it from the start.
9-1-1 haste, and then Bush blasted Iraq apart.

All apart... blew it all apart...

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The Bush Administration's year-round Christmas present to Big Business has been relaxed or stymied environmental enforcement against polluters

You Missed Us, So Don't Inspect Us
(Sung to the tune of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas")

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As sung by Big Business to the EPA:

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You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
It's an election year.

We're hiding from you,
Wherever youve been.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
It's an election year.

You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
It's an election year.

Bush brings us protective shielding,
Bush brings us protective shielding,
Bush brings us protective shielding,
So get out of here.

You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect us.
You missed us, so don't inspect

Unlike his father, George H.W. ("Poppy") Bush, who flew combat aircraft for the Navy in World War II, George Dubya Bush avoided the front lines during the Vietnam War by training to fly an obsolete aircraft in the Texas Air National Guard, and still went AWOL.

Poppy Served In the Navy, While Dubya Played Fly Boy
(Sung to the tune of "Mama, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys" by Willie Nelson)

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Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
New Caesar of Rome rants, "We'll go it alone!"
Pissed off everyone, that Shrub.

Cowboy who's sleazy, that's Shrub; oil war fraud, he has sold.
And he'll never admit he was wrong to grab that black gold.
This czar just chuckles; 'cause he's jaded, he lies;
The right wing will have its way.
Most of the world can't stand him, and our troops die young.
Went AWOL; where did he stay?

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
New Caesar of Rome rants, "We'll go it alone!"
Pissed off everyone, that Shrub.

Fly Boy's a joke without war wounds.
His fear campaign's forming.
Friends of his Poppy: his cronies, the neocon right.
The world has been shown him; don't like him.
Mayhem he'd do, war crimes; don't know how to take him.
Though he's wrong, he's indifferent.
But his pride won't let him do things to make you think he's bright.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
New Caesar of Rome rants, "We'll go it alone!"
Pissing off everyone is Shrub.

Poppy served in the Navy, but Dubya played fly boy.
Eventually made czar, with Poppy's big bucks,
Using spin doctors galore, 'cause he sucks.

The Bush Regime Must Fall
(Sung to the tune of "The Wabash Cannonball" by Johnny Cash)

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No debate - our debt's an ocean;
Bush will hide it, and make more.
War crimes evidence mountin',
While he kills through oil war.
The Bush Cabal holds ransom
On our country, one and all.
They've divided our great nation,
So the Bush regime must fall.

Listen to the jingo - the rumble for his war.
As he hides his wrongful war plans,
Ignores ills and lies some more.
Hear the right wing (Rush and his minions);
Hear their loathesome droves who call.
Let's make them rue their bungle.
Yes, the Bush regime must fall.

9/11 came in handy,
As the neocons now say.
Used attacks upon our nation
To rule the world their way.
They have torn our Constitution,
Just to serve the Bush Cabal.
They've divided our great nation,
So the Bush regime must fall.

Listen to the jingo - the rumble for his war.
As he hides his wrongful war plans,
Ignores ills and lies some more.
Hear the right wing (Rush and his minions);
Hear their loathesome droves who call.
Let's make them rue their bungle.
Yes, the Bush regime must fall.

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Cheney's Halliburton:
In Iraq, war profits planned.
While that nation is dismembered,
Bush is hated in that land.
When the '04 race is over,
Hope that Shrub will lose it all.
Let's send him back to Crawford,
And the Bush regime will fall.

Listen to the jingo - the rumble for his war.
As he hides his wrongful war plans,
Ignores ills and lies some more.
Hear the right wing (Rush and his minions);
Hear their loathesome droves who call.
Let's make them rue their bungle.
Yes, the Bush regime must fall.

Shrub's Disparaged
(Sung to the tune of "Love And Marriage" by Frank Sinatra)

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Shrub's disparaged; Shrub's disparaged.
Brain of feathers, wants to ban gay marriage.
Lies, he tells and utters.
When he's caught lying, he just mutters.

Shrub's disparaged; Shrub's disparaged.
Constitution-shredding law miscarriage.
Brought back 19th century;
His gang belongs in penitentiary.

Lies, lies, lies for which we hate him.
Right wing delusion.
Lies, lies, lies, to fool the really dumb
Through mass confusion.

Shrub's disparaged; Shrub's disparaged.
Brain of feathers, wants to ban gay marriage.
Bad polls, in the gutters.
When he's caught lying, he just mutters.

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Power To All My Friends
(Sung to the tune of "Power To All Our Friends" by Cliff Richard)

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As sung by Warmonger Dubya

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Power to all my friends...
We are ruthless; achieved our ends.
Screw the people - God talks to me.
Stay in power through monarchy.

Through my old man,
Spent my life gaining power.
Doing as I please.
Power, as I please.

Some call me shady,
I'm not fazed; let 'em whine.
I'll toe right wing line.
Power will be mine.

Power I'll employ; the world I'll control.
I'm King For Life, so sweet.
Power in the world I gained through war,
Opposers I will beat.

Power to all my friends...
We are ruthless; achieved our ends.
Screw the people - God talks to me.
Stay in power through monarchy.

I've got a plan
To win my vote count tally.
Through war I will command.
Power through command.

Control the world,
Through war; I'll spend and borrow,
Paying for the guns.
Power to the guns.

Power I'll employ; the world I'lll control.
I'm King For Life, so sweet.
Power in the world I gained through war,
Opposers I will beat.

Power to all my friends...
We are ruthless; achieved our ends.
Screw the people - God talks to me.
Stay in power through monarchy.

(repeat last verse and fade)

An ode to homophobia sung by Dubya Bush, pandering to the Religious Right while advocating a constitutional amendment banning same sex marriages

No Gay Marriage
(Sung to the tune of "Love And Marriage" by Frank Sinatra)

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As sung by Dubya Bush:

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No gay marriage!
No gay marriage!
Right wing voters want me to disparage...
Go to hell, gay brothers...
You can't have fun wedding each other.

No gay marriage!
No gay marriage!
New amendment fixes law miscarriage.
Task our right wing gentry.
We'll crack down with religious sentries.

Try, try, try to legislate this.
End this confusion.
Try, try, try, when it's kingdom come,
It's no delusion.

No gay marriage!
No gay marriage!
Right wing voters want me to disparage.
Lesbians should shudder.
New law will squeeze 'em like an udder.

(repeat verses)

Bush's Folly We Will Boot Election Day
(Sung to the tune of "Polly Wolly Doodle")

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pResidential clown and Big Business pal;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.
His pals are from the rich locale;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell Election Day.
Sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
Captured by his right wing mania;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Bush's pals enriched through foreign affairs;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.
Sold war through lies, without a care;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell Election Day.
Sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
Captured by his right wing mania.
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

His pals did harm, through business sleaze;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.
His empty words about "crime freeze" -
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell Election Day.
Sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
Captured by his right wing mania;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

His record marred - pigs at the trough;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.
Iraq war dead, with cameras off;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell Election Day.
Sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
Captured by his right wing mania;
Bush's folly we will boot Election Day.

Bush's neocons baitin' for a new attack;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.
Lyin' through their teeth, though they're takin' flak;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell Election Day.
Sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
Captured by his right wing mania;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Bush's polls once led, but he now could lose;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.
'Cause he's struck out; Bush, we will not choose;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell!
Give 'em hell Election Day.
Sixteen hundred Pennsylvania,
Captured by his right wing mania;
Bush's folly, we will boot Election Day.

Satire about Dubya's quagmire in Iraq, once thought to be a sure ticket for Shrub to another term as president

In Iraq, After Hussein
(Sung to the tune of "Laughter In The Rain" by Neil Sedaka)

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(instrumental intro)

"Polling is strong," said Karl Rove to Bush Baby.
"Help your campaign, and let's start a war."
No doubt, this dumb fella, the Shrub, flashed a grin.
War could deliver, and give him spine.
Revealed now: war was all planned... we find...

Coup... in Iraq, after Hussein.
Talk throughout that land is they hate the Shrub.
Coup... that the Shrub explains away:
"Iraq's happy with our troops inside."

Casualties pile; Bush's blunders we see.
If most concur, then he's history.
We can defeat his campaign of deceit;
Carefully speak and expose his lies.
Shearing the Shrub means no more troops die.

Coup... in Iraq, after Hussein.
Talk throughout that land is they hate the Shrub.
Coup... that the Shrub explains away:
"Iraq's happy with our troops inside."

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Revealed now: war was all planned... we find...

Coup... in Iraq, after Hussein.
Talk throughout that land is they hate the Shrub.
Coup... that the Shrub explains away:
"Iraq's happy with our troops inside."

Coup... in Iraq, after Hussein.
Talk throughout that land is they hate the Shrub.
Coup... that the Shrub explains away:
"Iraq's happy with our troops inside."

(repeat chorus and fade)

Dubya avoided the Vietnam War after Poppy Bush pulled strings and got him training as a pilot for an obsolete aircraft, took time off to help the political campaign of a friend of his father, and then failed to report in 1972 to complete his service in the Texas Air National Guard... in other words, Absent Without Leave (AWOL) for nearly 30 months.

Bush Missed More Than Two Years
(Sung to the tune of "The Hungry Years" by Neil Sedaka)

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Bush cheated his way to the top.
Three years gone by; he's still a flop.
Troop cannon fodder, leading us nowhere.
Bush's team together... built disastrous foreign affairs.

Bush spun so fast, yet his polls fell.
Fire smoldering, his election hell.
He could he know the Right would turn out bad?
Everything he wanted, was to be a king like Dad.

Bush missed more than two years, Air Guard service time.
Thirty years ago, and AWOL is a crime.
Press hazing W; the Boss won't get his way.
What will we see or find, locked behind his door?
Warring on the world; oil, Bush hungers for.
Looking bad, he fears...
Bushed missed more than two years.

Prepared his war dreams from Day One.
Making plans was so much fun.
Neocon goals were reached through Bush the Czar.
Things that they were after:
World empire stretching far.

We can't stand that W.
Unclever king, with nothing, too.
War wasn't worth the price we had to pay.
Voters, send him home.
Send him back, Election Day.

Bush missed more than two years, Air Guard service time.
Thirty years ago, and AWOL is a crime.
Press hazing W; the Boss won't get his way.
What will we see or find, locked behind his door?
Warring on the world; oil, Bush hungers for.
Looking bad, he fears...
Bushed missed more than two years.

Bushed missed more than two years.

Satire inspired by Michael Moore's charge that George Dubya Bush was a deserter - Dubya avoided the Vietnam War after Poppy Bush pulled strings and got him training as a pilot for an obsolete aircraft, took time off to help the political campaign of a friend of his father, and then failed to report in 1972 to complete his service in the Texas Air National Guard... in other words, Absent Without Leave (AWOL).

Deserter
(Sung to the tune of "The Letter" by The Box Tops)

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Vietnam skipped; flew Air Guard aeroplanes;
Bush then took time off to help campaign.
Dubya was gone, many months too long.
Now Bush Baby is called a deserter.

We don't care how much money he's gonna spend.
Land we'll get back; not Bush Baby again.
Dubya begone; nine months is too long.
Now Bush Baby is called a deserter.

What a joke that a deserter could be put in charge of starting a war.
In our history, we have never first attacked, 'til Bush Baby got sore.
End his craze, yeah...

Vietnam skipped; flew Air Guard aeroplanes.
Bush then took time off to help campaign.
Dubya was gone, many months too long.
Now Bush Baby is called a deserter.

What a joke that a deserter could be put in charge of starting a war.
In our history, we have never first attacked, 'til Bush Baby got sore.
End his craze, yeah...

Vietnam skipped; flew Air Guard aeroplanes.
Bush then took time off to help campaign.
Dubya was gone, many months too long.
Now Bush Baby is called a deserter.
Now Bush Baby is called a deserter.
Now Bush Baby is called a deserter.

(instrumental fade)

His Mad Crusade
(Sung to the tune of "This Masquerade" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

Right wing's really happy with the looney game he plays.
Look for new fights; words he'll say.
Searching but not finding WMD's any way.
Truth lost, through his mad crusade.

Bush's raid through war for oil in Iraq today;
War-bent, hell for leather, from the start.
Declined to talk it over, 'cause the world got in the way.
Peace tossed... aside... this looney game he plays.

Troops not leaving; death and tears;
War crimes leaves Bush despised.
And no matter how hard he lied...
War's what he planned; the reason why he carried on that way.
Truth lost, through his mad crusade.

(instrumental break)

Declined to talk it over, 'cause the world got in the way.
Peace tossed... aside... this looney game he plays.

Troops not leaving; death and tears;
War crimes leaves Bush despised.
And no matter how lard he lied...
War's what he planned; the reason why he carried on that way.
Truth lost, through his mad crusade.

Truth lost, through his mad crusade...

(repeat refrain, instrumental fade)

Satire about the ever-evasive George Dubya Bush, who avoided the Vietnam War after Poppy Bush pulled strings and got him training as a pilot for an obsolete aircraft, and then failed to report in 1972 to complete his service in the Texas Air National Guard... in other words, Absent Without Leave (AWOL).

Rich Kid Who Went AWOL
(Sung to the tune of "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2" by Pink Floyd)

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(instrumental intro)

Bogus "leader" of our nation...
Wants four more years of control.
Avoided war for flight school classroom:
Texas Air Guard; went AWOL!
Hey! Dubya...skipped and went AWOL!

Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.
Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.

Bogus "leader" of our nation...
Wants four more years of control.
Avoided war for flight school classroom:
Texas Air Guard; went AWOL!
Hey! Dubya...skipped and went AWOL!

Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.
Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.

(Democrats taunt:)
Bush! Running again!
Bush! Running again!
If you now face defeat, you can't be any good, now!
How can you be any good, if you now face defeat?
Bush, yes, you hide all our war dead.
Press shills gladly.
Bush, yes you hide all our war dead.
Press shills gladly...

Satire about Halliburton, the oil services company formerly headed by Vice President Dick Cheney, now reaping billions in no-bid contracts to "reconstruct" Iraq's infrastructure destroyed by Bush-Cheney's illegal war

Halliburton Gold Mine
(Sung to the tune of "Working In The Coal Mine" by Lee Dorsey)

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(instrumental intro)

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

In Iraq, troops are mourning
All their dead who are gone.
Shrub should be fired.
How long can war go on?

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

(instrumental break)

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Bush the jerk ignored warnings:
War, his goal, can't be won.
With Halliburton on the ground,
His qWagmire now has to be spun.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

(instrumental break)

Spoken: Bush should be fired; how long can war go on?

(instrumental fade)

Radio gasbag Rush Limbaugh now finds himself under prosecution in Florida for illegally procuring thousands of prescription painkiller pills, such as OxyContin and other dope.

Limbaugh's Pill Tower
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Willpower" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)

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(instrumental intro)

Limbaugh's pill tower:
Found out, but never... stops hypocrisy, and
He's sour; his part in his drug mess:
Endless sleaze.

And so we'll taunt *E.I.B., 'cause Rush's maid
Had bought him drugs to ease his mind.
One thing you can be sure of:
He's unprepared for "jail love."
And you can bet he won't do time.

Limbaugh's pill tower:
Found out, but never... stops hypocrisy, and
He's sour; his part in his drug mess:
Endless sleaze.

Rush Limbaugh tries to sell you... his "facts of life."
He lies so much, with cash to burn.
Rush used to gladly preach, too:
"Druggies are bums; cops beat you."
He's in the oven, and may burn...

Limbaugh's pill tower:
Found out, but never... stops hypocrisy, and
He's sour; his part in his drug mess:
Endless sleaze.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Hey, Rush Is A Junkie
(Sung to the tune of "Hey, Hey, We're The Monkees" by The Monkees)

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(instrumental intro)

Clearly bummed...
Squawking 'bout the heat...
OxyContin he took from...
Dealers on the street.

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

He says whatever he wants to;
Supports Bush and his crew.
His own crimes are defenseless,
And his excuses, few.

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

But talk radio's friendly,
Rush Limbaugh's crimes they downplay.
Revenue generation
Makes his scandal go away...

Drugs time after time...
Rush didn't care.
Now looks over his shoulder,
'Cause cops are standing there.

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

(instrumental solo)

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

But talk radio's friendly,
Rush Limbaugh's crimes they downplay.
Revenue generation
Makes his scandal go away...

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
His ratings seem to be steady;
'Cause dittoheads worship this clown.

Bush Cabal's World Has To Fall
(Sung to the tune of "It's A Small World")

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub, the world's disaster,
The world now fears.
In a world of dopes,
Bush now leads war cheers.
There's so much that he'd dare;
His war crimes, without care.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

No one trusts this goon;
Lies he sold, undone.
War and dictatorship for everyone.
Can't unite, just divide,
And the gap's getting wide.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
They must fall, their world.

Shrub, the world's disaster,
The world now fears.
In a world of dopes,
Bush now leads war cheers.
There's so much that he'd dare;
His war crimes, without care.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

No one trusts this goon;
The emboldened dunce
Wants his dictatorship for everyone.
Can't unite, just divide,
And the gap's getting wide.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
They must fall, their world.

The Bush administration had plans to go to war with Iraq within hours of illegally seizing power in the White House in 2001, waiting until 9/11 gave them the chance.

Their Damned Plan
(Sung to the tune of "Sandman" by America)

(instrumental intro)

Bush's awful poll slide...
Reasons for war: unfounded.
His quagmire; can't hide...
U.N.'s "No!" - danced around it.

Rummy's now laid bare.
Bush used fear.
They both made war crimes,
For which they cheer.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

(long instrumental break)

The Bush Years are nearly past.
We oppose his war condition.
Bush was never up to task.
World jeers his crusade-mission.

Rummy's now laid bare.
Bush used fear.
They both made war crimes,
For which they cheer.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

(instrumental ending)

Slam His Crusade
(Sung to the tune of "Amber Cascades" by America)

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Slam his crusade; oil war is his way.
Bush now squawks Iraq took his cakewalk;
Victory delayed.
Troubles now brew; burst into view.
Beaten up by the bad news that hides through his crew.

We're appalled at his plan to spend cash like water;
Appalled that his plans won't stop all the slaughter,
In view... now in view.

Pan his charades; fraud made now so plain.
Soon this fall, through our votes cast, let him go.
Bush annoyed, in pain.
Shrub and his crew... battle me and you,
'Cause it's time for another leader;
Our dunce king is really quite through.

We're appalled at his plan to spend cash like water;
Appalled that his plans won't stop all the slaughter,
In view...

(instrumental break)

We're appalled at his plan to spend cash like water;
Appalled that his plans won't stop all the slaughter,
In view... now in view.

(instrumental break)

Bush...crew... all... have to go...
Bush...crew... all... have to go...

(repeat refrain and fade)

At Night, I Scream
(Sung to the tune of "Good Night, Irene" by The Kingston Trio)

As sung by Dubya, haunted by the specter of being a one-term president like his father:

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(instrumental intro)

My bad dreams at night have me worried:
Me and the Right could go down.
Now me and the Right are hau-aun-ted;
Voters could take my stolen crown.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

I could lose grip of the country.
I could lose grip, and go down.
I could lose despite de-vo-o-tion
Of the chumps who delivered my crown.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

(instrumental break)

I hope my team prolongs my coup.
I hope my power won't run dry.
I can't defend attacks on me.
I'll have to make war; tell more lies.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

I'm ramblin'... and I'm gamblin'...
I'm prayin' we're safe, Far Right.
I'm only loved by my family,
And brown-noses who aren't bright.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

Hey, Bush Is Their Monkey
(Sung to the tune of "Hey, Hey, We're The Monkees" by The Monkees)

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(instrumental intro)

Clearly dumb...
Talking clown takes heat...
Controlled by smarmiest crooks from...
Oil and Wall Street.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
They'll keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down.

Make war wherever he wants to;
Whatever strikes his mood.
During war time, we're defenseless.
He's stripped our rights; we're screwed.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
They'll keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down.

Bush's time will be ending,
If we vote this king away.
Spear his administration,
And then, this dumb king will pay...

Brought end of good times.
Through "War on Terror,"
His crooks just got bolder.
We must reverse this error.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
They'll keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down.

(instrumental solo)

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
To keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down..

Bush's time will be ending,
If we vote this king away.
Spear his administration,
And then, this dumb king will pay.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
To keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down..

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
But we don't want this monkey around.
Let's dump Bush soon, 'cause we're ready
To run Bush into the ground.

AWOL Dubya the Warmonger, who strutted ludicrously in a flight suit on an aircraft carrier, intends to run for election on a platform of more war

Fly Boy, The Buffoon
(Sung to the tune of "Fly Me To The Moon" by Frank Sinatra)

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(instrumental intro)

Fly Boy, the Buffoon
Is the king of starting wars.
Next, we'll see just where he'll strike
To feed his oil whores.

He'll utter words... we can't stand.
He'll utter words... fake history.

Wars he'll start 'fore long,
To stay king for ever more.
Power's what Bush longs for;
Wants our worship and more war.

He'll utter words... so untrue...
He'll utter words... to fool you...

(instrumental break)

(repeat verses)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Arms inspector David Kay announced he has found no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, further damaging the credibility of the Bush administration who went to war on false pretenses

Dave Kay Found None
(Sung to the tune of "Our Day Will Come" by Ruby & The Romantics)

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(instrumental intro)

Dave Kay found none...
What weapons? Found nothing.
Bush cares 'bout oil.
Failing is Shrub the King.

Let's all give hell to Bush, who has lied just so (lied just so)
To war he'd go (war he'd go)
Let's boot... Shrubby.

Dave Kay found none.
Bushies cried "Wait a while!"
They'd cheer, then cuss;
Bush sh*t stinks for a mile.

War dreams now tragic,
'Cause our troops have to stay.
Now Shrub must pay:
Dave Kay... found none.
(Dave Kay... found none... Dave Kay... found none)

(instrumental break)

War dreams now tragic,
'Cause our troops have to stay.
Now Shrub must pay:
Dave Kay... found none.
Dave Kay... found none.

De-Select Bush 2004!


Herr Dunce Can't Reign Again
(Sung to the tune of "Here Comes The Rain Again" by The Eurythmics)

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(instrumental intro)

Herr Dunce can't reign again.
War, now hundreds dead; Bush condemned is he.
War, now hundreds dead; voters save our nation.

Bush wants to squawk; in Iraq, can't win.
Bush wants to squawk like losers do.
Let's can his lyin' administration.
Cause pain to W.

Bush Baby squawks, does he....
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Squawks, does he...
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Walk! G.B.
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.

Herr Dunce can't reign again.
Raining down like lead, Dubya's tragedy.
Voters, tear apart his administration.
Ooooohh...

Do not believe Shrub's right wing spin.
He now gets dissed, like losers do.
Let's can his lyin' administration.
Cause pain to W.

Bush Baby squawks, does he?
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Squawks, does he...
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Walk! G.B.
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.

(instrumental break)

Herr Dunce can't reign again.
Raining down like lead, Dubya's tragedy.
Voters, tear apart his administration.
(Bush thrown out again, Bush thrown out again)

Bush wants to squawk; in Iraq, can't win.
Bush wants to squawk like losers do..
Let's can his lyin' administration.
Cause pain to W.

Bush Baby squawks, does he....
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Squawks, does he...
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Walk! G.B.
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Bush's bogus oil war on Iraq has thus far cost the lives of 500 American troops

500 Lives
(Sung to the tune of "500 Miles" by Peter, Paul & Mary)

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(instrumental intro)

Oil war, Bush campaigns on.
Bush must go; we want him gone.
Troops dead in Iraq; it's cost 500 lives.
500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives,
Thus far in Iraq, it's cost 500 lives.

The Dim Son and his crew
Lied through teeth for oil war.
Wasted 500 lives away from home.
500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives,
Wasted 500 lives away from home.

Thousands hurt when attacked,
GI's wounded - who's to blame?
Bush, the Caesar of our Rome; war's his way.
War's his way, war's his way, war's his way, war's his way.
Bush, the Caesar of our Rome; war's his way.

Oil war, Bush campaigns on.
Bush must go; we want him gone.
Troops dead in Iraq; it's cost 500 lives.
500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives,
Thus far in Iraq, it's cost 500 lives.

Go, Go, Go And Vote
(Sung to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat")

Go, go, go, and vote.
Bush is losing steam,
Terribly, terribly, terribly, terribly.
Wreck his right wing dream.

We'll Do Things My Way
(Sung to the tune of "My Way" by Frank Sinatra)
By Alvin Dover and W. Tong

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As sung by the unelected Emperor Dubya Bush:

(instrumental intro)

You'll bow... the trends are clear.
My cowboy acts, I'll be extending.
And so, you now must hear:
I'll need your vote; my term is ending.

For all my life, had pull.
It's always "my way or the highway."
'Cause war... means right wing bliss.
We'll do things my way.

Mistakes, cleaned by my crew,
Time and again - don't pay attention!
Did what... I had to do,
And solved Saddam, though pre-emption.

I'd planned... to start a war
With careful prep; the troops who die, pay.
'Cause war, 'cause war means bliss.
We'll do things my way.

War means good times... for me and crew.
When I'm pissed off, war's what I can do.
I'm standin' tall, and I can shout:
"Better shape up, or just get out!"
My race this fall requires gall.
We'll do things my way.

I've lied; I've gaffed; you cried.
I've had my thrill of power abusing.
That's how - more years to ride.
To run it all, it's so amusing.

Red ink? Job market flat?
More lives I'll slay:
That power's my way.
Oh yes, remember this:
We'll do things my way.

I'll attack Iran; oil they've got.
I'll help myself; strike while war's hot.
The way of kings will let me steal.
I'll not mince words: I'll seal the deal.
Those who oppose, I'll jail those.
We'll do things my way!

Mister Stolen Chair
(Sung to the tune of "Sister Golden Hair" by America)

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(instrumental intro)

It's a choice we'll make on Vote Day;
Fury at this man, repressed.
You can bet this fight won't go away.
Bush has got a big war chest.
Bush ain't ready to be altered;
Lust for oil and greed, war crimes.
Bush the Moron's goin' to see his ending time.

Fell asleep while thinking, W.,
Mister Stolen Chair, unwise.
Arrogance we loathe about you;
We can see it in your lies.
Court-appointed, unresponsive,
But he's not too hard to find
For those with the means, his kin, or of his kind.

'Til we beat him, he'll just fiddle.
'Til we beat him; take his chair.
We just loathe him, 'cause he'll diddle.
Had enough, 'cause he don't care.
Bush has tried to fake it.
We don't mind sayin'
We just won't take it.

(instrumental break)

Fell asleep while thinking, W.,
Mister Stolen Chair, unwise.
Arrogance we loathe about you;
We can see it in your lies.
Court-appointed, unresponsive,
But he's not too hard to find,
For those with the means, his kin, or of his kind.

'Til we beat him, he'll just fiddle.
'Til we beat him; take his chair.
We just loathe him, 'cause he'll diddle.
Had enough, 'cause he don't care.
Bush has tried to fake it.
We don't mind sayin'
We just won't take it.

Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...
Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...
Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...
Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...

Lose in '04!

Bush Is Spinning Lies
(Sung to the tune of "Judy In Disguise (With Glasses)" by John Fred & His Playboys)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush is spinning lies...
About his oil war.
Neo-cons cry:
"That's what we're for!"
And their Dope tries bringing on the fight;
Bush is spinning lies (let's trash him).

(instrumental riff)

He's preparin' to go ape-sh*t.
His "War on Terror."
Not too smart;
Unseat this error.
Right wing creep world does despise:
Bush, who's spinning lies (let's trash him)

(instrumental break)

Dumb tool of the Right...
Dumb tool of the Right...
Breaking treaties just for spite.
Respect will not cling to such blight.

(instrumental riff)

Bush is spinning lies.
Well, what's he maiming for?
A world of horrors, yeah.
Hell, that's his oil war.
For taking of life, crowds lash him.

(Sung slowly:)
For mess by this fake, let's trash him.

Why He's Ripped So
(Sung to the tune of "Calypso" by John Denver)

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(instrumental intro)

He's failed by his team, due to right wing commotion;
Bush rides to conquest, a reviled rogue, whose throne...
Now works in the service of cronies' high living,
While Cheney keeps answers to questions unknown.
Right wing started the movement; started the mowing;
Started the spinning; Bush, we can't stand.

Why he's ripped so in places he's been to:
Our king is most bogus, like stories he'll tell.
Why he's ripped so, this king will not hear it.
The men who serve W. are wrongful as hell.

(Yodel:)
Got away with... leading a coup.
Now the world is... Bush's to screw.
Got away with... leading a coup.
You know what... to... do...

(instrumental break)

Bush the Doofus can't guide you;
He couldn't if he tried to.
His forces of darkness just show him the way.
His cronies brought dangers with their violent world;
They pollute the land and the air and the sea.
Bush's coup was his ride,
'Cause he didn't win - hell;
Boy Bush is nothing... without monarchy...

Why he's ripped so in places he's been to:
Our king is most bogus, like stories he'll tell.
Why he's ripped so, this king will not hear it.
The men who serve W. are wrongful as hell.

(Yodel:)
Got away with... leading a coup.
Now the world is... Bush's to screw.
Got away with... leading a coup.
You know what... to... do...

Got away with... leading a coup.
Now the world is... Bush's to screw.
Got away with... leading a coup.
You know what... to... do...

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