The real historical record of the late President Ronald Raygun is obscured by non-stop fawning tributes from the media shills: hundreds of thousands of civilians killed in wars by right wing proxies that his administration supported, rollback of environmental programs, arming of Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, arms for hostages deal with Iran to illegally fund the Contras, record budget deficits, etc.
He Was No Saint
(Sung to the tune of "When The Saints Go Marching In")
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(instrumental intro)
He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
The press now trumpets... his funeral show.
The press now trumpets... his funeral show.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Favored the rich; but screwed the poor.
Favored the rich, but screwed the poor.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
And while he slept, his cronies robbed.
And while he slept, his cronies robbed
The S & L's; just read the numbers.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Supported thugs; right wing regimes.
Supported thugs; right wing regimes.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He traded arms; he armed Saddam.
He traded arms; he armed Saddam.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He tried to gut... the EPA.
He tried to gut the EPA.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
People with AIDS, he just let die.
People with AIDS, he just let die.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
No, we don't want... him on the dime.
Nor on Mount Rushmore any time.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
He was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Just 'cause he's gone, press excused his blunders.
Was no saint; not Ron Reagan.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Satire about the influence of the Religious Right on the Bush Administration's policies, including the looney cult who fervent believes in imminent Armageddon in the Middle East and in Bush's resultant recklessly inept foreign policy
Right Wing Cult Wants The End of the World
(Sung to the tune of "End of the World" by Skeeter Davis)
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(instrumental intro)
Why might Dim Son be resigning?
Why did G.B. rush to war?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world;
And it's through Shrub, whom they adore.
Why to Shrub's words are they clinging?
Why does this czar please this club?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.
Bush f**cked up, despite warnings, through his blunders.
Bush will not take the blame, "just because..."
Screwed up what he planned;
Bush screwed up what he planned.
His mind is only full of fuzz.
Why does Bush smart from press beating?
Why don't his lies get him by?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.
(instrumental break)
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.
Right Wing Cult Wants The End of the World
(Sung to the tune of "End of the World" by Skeeter Davis)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Why might Dim Son be resigning?
Why did G.B. rush to war?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world;
And it's through Shrub, whom they adore.
Why to Shrub's words are they clinging?
Why does this czar please this club?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.
Bush f**cked up, despite warnings, through his blunders.
Bush will not take the blame, "just because..."
Screwed up what he planned;
Bush screwed up what he planned.
His mind is only full of fuzz.
Why does Bush smart from press beating?
Why don't his lies get him by?
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.
(instrumental break)
Right wing cult wants the end of the world.
The End is what they want, through Shrub.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
The real historical record of the late President Ronald Raygun is obscured by non-stop fawning tributes from the media shills: hundreds of thousands of civilians killed in wars by right wing proxies that his administration supported, rollback of environmental programs, arming of Osama bin Laden and Saddam Hussein, arms for hostages deal with Iran to illegally fund the Contras, record budget deficits, etc.
Press Shills Now Fawn
(Sung to the tune of "Delta Dawn" by Helen Reddy)
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Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Bush 41 was his Vice, now we've got Bush Baby.
Many folks 'round the world said Raygun's crazy.
'Cause of what went down: arms for hostages to Iran.
Cooked up wars with mysterious dark-hid plans.
In his younger days, the press would bow and fawn.
Hidden were wars, reasons that he based lies on.
Was a man who'd always see "good's on his side."
Big Business would just take us for a ride.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Press Shills Now Fawn
(Sung to the tune of "Delta Dawn" by Helen Reddy)
Click HERE for MIDI music
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Bush 41 was his Vice, now we've got Bush Baby.
Many folks 'round the world said Raygun's crazy.
'Cause of what went down: arms for hostages to Iran.
Cooked up wars with mysterious dark-hid plans.
In his younger days, the press would bow and fawn.
Hidden were wars, reasons that he based lies on.
Was a man who'd always see "good's on his side."
Big Business would just take us for a ride.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
Press shills now fawn, over Ron Raygun, who's gone.
They just see the fables from his days gone by.
And all we hear them say is "Every day's Ronald Raygun Day."
Whitewashing is expansion of his lies.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Satire about the Bush Administration's Abu Ghraib prison torture scandal, which keeps growing worse and worse - news reports now indicate systemic orders from the top sanctioned these practices in U.S. military prisions worldwide.
Torture
(Sung to the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel)
(instrumental intro)
We now have learned, in prison cells:
Torture!
In Abu Ghraib (God knows where else):
Torture!
Rumsfeld and Bush went too far, 'cause they could.
They both are scum, a disgrace.
War's made Bush the King unreal.
With loaded guns in the face: detainees must deal with torture.
(instrumental riff)
Rumsfeld and Dubya are annoyed:
Torture!
The scandal they cannot avoid:
Torture!
Arrogant law... stance... for the Bush crusade.
Steve Cambone and Douglas Feith; Al Gonzalez's advice;
Left death and scars in that place.
Contractors lawless - scandal - torture!
(instrumental riff)
Higher-ups, a disgraceful show.
Strike 1, strike 2; what did Bush know?
Snuffed out life; like cattle, they scream.
Abuse discreet, by Bush's team.
Torture! Torture!
Can't ask for help; Bush won't atone.
Torture!
Bush gives no answers on his own.
Torture!
Rush Limbaugh had some comic rationale.
Just how bizzare is his mind?
There's no doubt whom the blame is on.
Just ask where to look; it's inside of the halls of power.
Torture!
(instrumental riff)
All this strife on Time Magazine; world reads it too.
It's so obscene.
Pressure!
Rush Limbaugh had some comic rationale.
Steve Cambone and Douglas Feith; Al Gonzalez's advice;
Left death and scars in that place.
Contractors lawless - scandal - torture!
We don't need war!
Torture!
Torture
(Sung to the tune of "Pressure" by Billy Joel)
(instrumental intro)
We now have learned, in prison cells:
Torture!
In Abu Ghraib (God knows where else):
Torture!
Rumsfeld and Bush went too far, 'cause they could.
They both are scum, a disgrace.
War's made Bush the King unreal.
With loaded guns in the face: detainees must deal with torture.
(instrumental riff)
Rumsfeld and Dubya are annoyed:
Torture!
The scandal they cannot avoid:
Torture!
Arrogant law... stance... for the Bush crusade.
Steve Cambone and Douglas Feith; Al Gonzalez's advice;
Left death and scars in that place.
Contractors lawless - scandal - torture!
(instrumental riff)
Higher-ups, a disgraceful show.
Strike 1, strike 2; what did Bush know?
Snuffed out life; like cattle, they scream.
Abuse discreet, by Bush's team.
Torture! Torture!
Can't ask for help; Bush won't atone.
Torture!
Bush gives no answers on his own.
Torture!
Rush Limbaugh had some comic rationale.
Just how bizzare is his mind?
There's no doubt whom the blame is on.
Just ask where to look; it's inside of the halls of power.
Torture!
(instrumental riff)
All this strife on Time Magazine; world reads it too.
It's so obscene.
Pressure!
Rush Limbaugh had some comic rationale.
Steve Cambone and Douglas Feith; Al Gonzalez's advice;
Left death and scars in that place.
Contractors lawless - scandal - torture!
We don't need war!
Torture!
Satire about the Bush-created gulag in Guantanamo Bay, better known as "Gitmo" where "enemy combatants" have been detained indefinitely and tortured without charge or legal representation.
Gitmo Pit
(Sung to the tune of "Cisco Kid" by War)
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(instrumental intro)
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Torture risky; Bush commits war crime.
Torture risky; Bush commits war crime.
Struck down rule of law throughout our land.
Struck down rule of law throughout our land.
Bush exalted; wingnuts in command.
Bush exalted; wingnuts in command.
Outlaws rule from pinheads on High Court.
Outlaws rule from pinheads on High Court.
Gitmo torture: stain Bush won't report.
Gitmo torture: stain Bush won't report.
A...bu... Ghraib... cruel... cruel... cruel...
Rumsfeld was upset; torture pics were real.
Rumsfeld was upset; torture pics were real.
Ashcroft's lingo: "no right to appeal."
Ashcroft's lingo: "no right to appeal."
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: the length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
(repeat final refrain and fade)
Gitmo Pit
(Sung to the tune of "Cisco Kid" by War)
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(instrumental intro)
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Torture risky; Bush commits war crime.
Torture risky; Bush commits war crime.
Struck down rule of law throughout our land.
Struck down rule of law throughout our land.
Bush exalted; wingnuts in command.
Bush exalted; wingnuts in command.
Outlaws rule from pinheads on High Court.
Outlaws rule from pinheads on High Court.
Gitmo torture: stain Bush won't report.
Gitmo torture: stain Bush won't report.
A...bu... Ghraib... cruel... cruel... cruel...
Rumsfeld was upset; torture pics were real.
Rumsfeld was upset; torture pics were real.
Ashcroft's lingo: "no right to appeal."
Ashcroft's lingo: "no right to appeal."
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: the length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
Gitmo pit: length of stay - all time.
(repeat final refrain and fade)
Friday, June 11, 2004
Are you sick of the nauseating, fawning media tributes to the late Saint Ronald Raygun? You should read The Clothes Have No Emperor, a book written in 1989 by Paul Slansky. A quote from the introduction by the author:
"... [I was] an observer whose very sanity was threatened by the ease with which illusion - an actor is playing the President! was embraced as reality. I did not find the President's ignorance charming. I was unwarmed by his genial head-waggling, unreassured by his stern frowns of manly purpose, uncheered by his hearty waves as he stolled to and from his limos and choppers and jets. His smooth purr did not soothe me. His nostalgic fables about an American that never was did not inspire me. And his canned one-liners, perversely celebrated as "wit" (If I'd gotten a hand like that in Hollywood, I never would have left") definitely did not amuse me."
The final paragraph of the introduction discussed the possibility of then-Vice President Dan Quayle being a future president. It applies to Dubya, for sure:
"... Do not assume that this lightweight can never be elected to the White House. Back in the '60s, we knew the very notion of "President Reagan" was preposterous."
(click on image below to read more about this book)
"... [I was] an observer whose very sanity was threatened by the ease with which illusion - an actor is playing the President! was embraced as reality. I did not find the President's ignorance charming. I was unwarmed by his genial head-waggling, unreassured by his stern frowns of manly purpose, uncheered by his hearty waves as he stolled to and from his limos and choppers and jets. His smooth purr did not soothe me. His nostalgic fables about an American that never was did not inspire me. And his canned one-liners, perversely celebrated as "wit" (If I'd gotten a hand like that in Hollywood, I never would have left") definitely did not amuse me."
The final paragraph of the introduction discussed the possibility of then-Vice President Dan Quayle being a future president. It applies to Dubya, for sure:
"... Do not assume that this lightweight can never be elected to the White House. Back in the '60s, we knew the very notion of "President Reagan" was preposterous."
(click on image below to read more about this book)
The Republican Gang of Four
http://www.newtopiamagazine.net/content/issue17/oped/gang.php
"...These spawn of the Reagan Revolution--Rush Limbaugh, Newt Gingrich, Jerry Falwell and Henry Hyde--have introduced a new level of meanness into America's domestic and international politics. America's claim to being a civilized nation is now very much in question."
(Click link above or photo below to read the full article)
http://www.newtopiamagazine.net/content/issue17/oped/gang.php
"...These spawn of the Reagan Revolution--Rush Limbaugh, Newt Gingrich, Jerry Falwell and Henry Hyde--have introduced a new level of meanness into America's domestic and international politics. America's claim to being a civilized nation is now very much in question."
(Click link above or photo below to read the full article)
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Now that his idol, Saint Ronald Raygun, is gone, fellow war criminal and amiable dunce "leader" Dubya Bush is milking the fawning media tributes to bolster his re-selection hopes.
Bush Tries To Be Raygun
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)
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(instrumental intro)
Ron Raygun now is gone - what gives?
Right Wing now promises
Their tongues will cluck, 'cause he's gone away.
Saint Ronnie Raygun...
George Dubya, Dim Son, can't fly.
War is the road he'll choose.
Like Raygun's hawks, Bush will burn and bomb.
Bush tries to be Raygun...
Blaring his lies 'bout "what they'll do to us."
Bush has designs; he wants to stay.
This right wing ogre is not new to us.
Smirking, unclever, Reagan's way.
Unclever...
Two presidents so dumb, so vile...
So many lives made dead.
Pushed wars in space while huge debts now grow.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Blaring his lies 'bout "what they'll do to us."
Bush has designs; he wants to stay.
This right wing ogre is not new to us.
Smirking, unclever, Reagan's way.
Unclever...
Two presidents so dumb, so vile...
So many lives made dead.
Pushed wars in space while huge debts now grow.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
(instrumental ending)
Before there was Arnold, there was RONALD... the first California Terminator
Bush Tries To Be Raygun
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)
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(instrumental intro)
Ron Raygun now is gone - what gives?
Right Wing now promises
Their tongues will cluck, 'cause he's gone away.
Saint Ronnie Raygun...
George Dubya, Dim Son, can't fly.
War is the road he'll choose.
Like Raygun's hawks, Bush will burn and bomb.
Bush tries to be Raygun...
Blaring his lies 'bout "what they'll do to us."
Bush has designs; he wants to stay.
This right wing ogre is not new to us.
Smirking, unclever, Reagan's way.
Unclever...
Two presidents so dumb, so vile...
So many lives made dead.
Pushed wars in space while huge debts now grow.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Blaring his lies 'bout "what they'll do to us."
Bush has designs; he wants to stay.
This right wing ogre is not new to us.
Smirking, unclever, Reagan's way.
Unclever...
Two presidents so dumb, so vile...
So many lives made dead.
Pushed wars in space while huge debts now grow.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
Bush mess, just like Raygun's.
(instrumental ending)
Before there was Arnold, there was RONALD... the first California Terminator
We're Mourning, Czar Whines
(Sung to the tune of "Good Morning, Starshine" by Oliver)
(instrumental intro)
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Raygun went below.
No longer amongst us;
Mind went long ago.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Bush struggles along.
The Shrub has seen bad news clinging;
Saint Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
Bush now acting loopy; only Bush's groupies don't want him to go.
War crook, oil robber; like Raygun, macabre; through deaths, profits flow.
Voters soon may clobber, Bush and all his robbers
Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Raygun went below.
No longer amongst us;
Mind went long ago.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Bush struggles along.
The Shrub has seen bad news clinging;
Saint Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
Bush now acting loopy; only Bush's groupies don't want him to go.
War crook, oil robber; like Raygun, macabre; through deaths, profits flow.
Voters soon may clobber, Bush and all his robbers.
Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
Right wing is wrong, dumb is this throng...
Right wing is wrong.
Right wing is wrong, dumb is this throng...
Right wing is wrong.
Dumb, dumb, dumb right-wing-made kings are wrong.
Dumb, dumb, dumb right-wing-made kings are wrong.
(Sung to the tune of "Good Morning, Starshine" by Oliver)
(instrumental intro)
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Raygun went below.
No longer amongst us;
Mind went long ago.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Bush struggles along.
The Shrub has seen bad news clinging;
Saint Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
Bush now acting loopy; only Bush's groupies don't want him to go.
War crook, oil robber; like Raygun, macabre; through deaths, profits flow.
Voters soon may clobber, Bush and all his robbers
Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Raygun went below.
No longer amongst us;
Mind went long ago.
"We're mourning," Czar whines.
Bush struggles along.
The Shrub has seen bad news clinging;
Saint Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
Bush now acting loopy; only Bush's groupies don't want him to go.
War crook, oil robber; like Raygun, macabre; through deaths, profits flow.
Voters soon may clobber, Bush and all his robbers.
Raygun's mourning dragged out long.
Right wing is wrong, dumb is this throng...
Right wing is wrong.
Right wing is wrong, dumb is this throng...
Right wing is wrong.
Dumb, dumb, dumb right-wing-made kings are wrong.
Dumb, dumb, dumb right-wing-made kings are wrong.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Thousands of Italian protestors jeered Bush when he visited Rome during June 2004, foolishly hoping to garner Catholic votes this November - even the Pope openly criticized his human rights
policies and war in Iraq.
Rome's In A Rage
(Sung to the tune of "Home On The Range")
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(instrumental intro)
Bush got booed in Rome, far away from his home.
There, they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words,
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Bush went there despite... being told he's not bright
"Might makes right" says this blithering czar.
Rome knows he's war-crazed, at the Shrub, the Pope blazed.
For war glory, who bleeds and who scars?
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Like Blair, there's no cure; Bush damned by history,
'Cause he seized Iraq's oil through might.
His war is deranged; with the world he's estranged.
'Gainst Bush, all Iraq's cities will fight.
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Though Shrub wields war powers in this dear land of ours,
Scandals wearing down Bush and his team.
Disaster now knocks loose support from his flocks.
And he's hazed by the world as extreme.
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
policies and war in Iraq.
Rome's In A Rage
(Sung to the tune of "Home On The Range")
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(instrumental intro)
Bush got booed in Rome, far away from his home.
There, they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words,
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Bush went there despite... being told he's not bright
"Might makes right" says this blithering czar.
Rome knows he's war-crazed, at the Shrub, the Pope blazed.
For war glory, who bleeds and who scars?
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Like Blair, there's no cure; Bush damned by history,
'Cause he seized Iraq's oil through might.
His war is deranged; with the world he's estranged.
'Gainst Bush, all Iraq's cities will fight.
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Though Shrub wields war powers in this dear land of ours,
Scandals wearing down Bush and his team.
Disaster now knocks loose support from his flocks.
And he's hazed by the world as extreme.
Rome, Rome's in a rage.
There they jeer what the Shrub had to say.
Now all Shrub has heard are discouraging words.
Foreign crowds who act rowdy say "nay."
Monday, June 07, 2004
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Dick Cheney and Dubya Bush vigorously defend Sec. of Defense Donald "Rummy" Rumsfeld against responsibility for the Abu Ghraib prison scandal
Get Off My Back
(Sung to the tune of "My Boyfriend's Back" by The Angels)
As sung by Rummy, with Cheney and Dubya singing backup:
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(instrumental intro)
Get off my back; torture scandal, I'm in trouble!
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Couldn't see it comin', and I put Bush in a bubble.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
I'm accused of lies and spin that's untrue.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
So, look out now, more bad pictures comin' through.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Hey, Bush knows that we've been tryin'
Hard to show that we're not lyin'.
Torture's gone on for a long time.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Won't go back; everything's on the line
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
I said I was sorry; my excuse is worn.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
'Cause this scandal's big; and it's lasting long.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Hell, I know we could be beaten.
Now, it's crow I will be eatin'.
This scandal stinks; must relieve it with more lies.
What's our big plan now? Can't we cut this down to size?
Wait for me!
Get off my back! What's gonna save my reputation?
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
And if I'm through, I'll have to take a long vacation.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Hey! I didn't see this comin'.
How'd this scandal start out runnin'?!
(instrumental break)
Wait for me!
(fade with...)
Get off my back! What's gonna save my reputation?
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
And if I'm through, I'll have to take a long vacation.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Get Off My Back
(Sung to the tune of "My Boyfriend's Back" by The Angels)
As sung by Rummy, with Cheney and Dubya singing backup:
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Get off my back; torture scandal, I'm in trouble!
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Couldn't see it comin', and I put Bush in a bubble.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
I'm accused of lies and spin that's untrue.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
So, look out now, more bad pictures comin' through.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Hey, Bush knows that we've been tryin'
Hard to show that we're not lyin'.
Torture's gone on for a long time.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Won't go back; everything's on the line
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
I said I was sorry; my excuse is worn.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
'Cause this scandal's big; and it's lasting long.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Hell, I know we could be beaten.
Now, it's crow I will be eatin'.
This scandal stinks; must relieve it with more lies.
What's our big plan now? Can't we cut this down to size?
Wait for me!
Get off my back! What's gonna save my reputation?
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
And if I'm through, I'll have to take a long vacation.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
Hey! I didn't see this comin'.
How'd this scandal start out runnin'?!
(instrumental break)
Wait for me!
(fade with...)
Get off my back! What's gonna save my reputation?
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
And if I'm through, I'll have to take a long vacation.
(Hey, all, get off of Rummy's back!)
While Rolling On His Bike One Day
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")
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Fell while rolling on his bike one day;
Had a very sorry month of May.
Bush was taken by surprise; couldn't cover up with lies.
In Iraq, his oil war had gone astray.
A pile of nude men, all could see.
(Abu Ghraib: Iraq "democracy"?)
Of course, Shrub's unhappy as can be.
(Quagmire, as far as he can see.)
Arrrgh!!!
Pics immediately raised a flap;
Bush claimed "he was in the dark."
But the world can't forget:
Those tortured, died too soon.
Bush was fallin' off the mountain, while in "Park."
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")
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Fell while rolling on his bike one day;
Had a very sorry month of May.
Bush was taken by surprise; couldn't cover up with lies.
In Iraq, his oil war had gone astray.
A pile of nude men, all could see.
(Abu Ghraib: Iraq "democracy"?)
Of course, Shrub's unhappy as can be.
(Quagmire, as far as he can see.)
Arrrgh!!!
Pics immediately raised a flap;
Bush claimed "he was in the dark."
But the world can't forget:
Those tortured, died too soon.
Bush was fallin' off the mountain, while in "Park."
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Saddam's Gun
(Sung to the tune of "Seventh Son" by Johnny Rivers)
Satire about Dubya's trophy, a pistol formerly owned by Saddam Hussein
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(instrumental intro)
Dubya's been talkin' about Saddam's gun.
Scorned the whole wide world; war is Number One.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
Bush would sell your future, while he gets a pass.
He's a rude king to you; loves Big Oil & Gas.
Bombs from the sky; torture and pain.
Hell, when this moron's wrong, he won't explain.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
(instrumental break)
Bush is squawking words; he has crow to eat.
All his reasons faked; his oil war meets defeat.
Killed the sick; sprayed with lead.
Showed the whole wide world he's over his head.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
(instrumental break)
Bush is squawking words; he has crow to eat.
All his reasons faked; his oil war meets defeat.
Killed the sick; sprayed with lead.
Showed the whole wide world he's over his head.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
(Sung to the tune of "Seventh Son" by Johnny Rivers)
Satire about Dubya's trophy, a pistol formerly owned by Saddam Hussein
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(instrumental intro)
Dubya's been talkin' about Saddam's gun.
Scorned the whole wide world; war is Number One.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
Bush would sell your future, while he gets a pass.
He's a rude king to you; loves Big Oil & Gas.
Bombs from the sky; torture and pain.
Hell, when this moron's wrong, he won't explain.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
(instrumental break)
Bush is squawking words; he has crow to eat.
All his reasons faked; his oil war meets defeat.
Killed the sick; sprayed with lead.
Showed the whole wide world he's over his head.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
(instrumental break)
Bush is squawking words; he has crow to eat.
All his reasons faked; his oil war meets defeat.
Killed the sick; sprayed with lead.
Showed the whole wide world he's over his head.
And Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one (yes, you know he's the guy)
Shrub's the one, he's the one,
Who's showin' off ol' Saddam's gun (showed off Saddam's gun)
Satire about Bush's embattled Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, loathed by U.S. military professionals for creating the quagmire in Iraq and setting conditions for the Abu Ghraib prison scandal
Rummy, Please
(Sung to the tune of "Summer Breeze" by Seals & Crofts)
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(instrumental intro)
It's for certain, Bush is now in limbo;
Odds uneven before Election night.
The looney Right is whinin' 'bout that bimbo;
Prison showed every awful sight.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Pushin' paper, playin' up his "cakewalk."
Rummy then used it to espouse his war.
Rummy talked, "Shut up! Keep in lockstep!"
Deaths unseen, hidden loss, no score.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Streets crazed this summer; Iraq filled with gloom.
Here's why it's messed up: Bush playing buffoon.
Let's send Bush home, with his right wing jerks.
They're all Bush-hating there; Bush don't care 'bout the world.
War crimes trial awaitin' - Bush is bitchin'.
It's lookin' like dire straits for Rummy, too.
Using arms to snuff out life coldly;
Still deceiving; Bush won't say Rummy is through.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Rummy, Please
(Sung to the tune of "Summer Breeze" by Seals & Crofts)
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(instrumental intro)
It's for certain, Bush is now in limbo;
Odds uneven before Election night.
The looney Right is whinin' 'bout that bimbo;
Prison showed every awful sight.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Pushin' paper, playin' up his "cakewalk."
Rummy then used it to espouse his war.
Rummy talked, "Shut up! Keep in lockstep!"
Deaths unseen, hidden loss, no score.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Streets crazed this summer; Iraq filled with gloom.
Here's why it's messed up: Bush playing buffoon.
Let's send Bush home, with his right wing jerks.
They're all Bush-hating there; Bush don't care 'bout the world.
War crimes trial awaitin' - Bush is bitchin'.
It's lookin' like dire straits for Rummy, too.
Using arms to snuff out life coldly;
Still deceiving; Bush won't say Rummy is through.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
Rummy, please... please just resign.
Folks have Abu Ghraib still on their mind.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Monday, May 31, 2004
Abu Ghraib
(Sung to the tune of "Abacab" by Genesis)
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(instrumental intro)
Behind prison walls, they lay on the floor.
Nude men in those photos; Iraqi War.
No Iraqi-made error;
Big wigs had a role in prisoners' pain.
Don't you think Shrub's to blame?
Rummy; don't you think he's to blame?
(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)
Shrub's ransacking all the world,
'Cause he's taking someone else's oil.
Scandals burn and they billow.
He avoids to answer 'bout what was known.
Don't you smell rats by now?
Tell, me don't you smell rats by now?
(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)
Shrub wants it, he got it: more oil flow.
Shrub wants it, he got it; now we know.
Bush's illusion, his war game.
Son, reflection of his father's name.
Dead troops: break out now in mourning.
Break and bind pris'ners in cellophane.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)
(repreat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Abacab" by Genesis)
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(instrumental intro)
Behind prison walls, they lay on the floor.
Nude men in those photos; Iraqi War.
No Iraqi-made error;
Big wigs had a role in prisoners' pain.
Don't you think Shrub's to blame?
Rummy; don't you think he's to blame?
(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)
Shrub's ransacking all the world,
'Cause he's taking someone else's oil.
Scandals burn and they billow.
He avoids to answer 'bout what was known.
Don't you smell rats by now?
Tell, me don't you smell rats by now?
(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)
Shrub wants it, he got it: more oil flow.
Shrub wants it, he got it; now we know.
Bush's illusion, his war game.
Son, reflection of his father's name.
Dead troops: break out now in mourning.
Break and bind pris'ners in cellophane.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
It was a hell hole in there, down there.
(When they did it) Bush didn't care.
(When they showed it) Screamed, "Stop, unfair!"
(Abu Ghraib) Torture's everywhere.
(Abu Ghraib)
(repreat refrain and fade)
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Convicted (in Jordan) swindler Ahmad Chalabi duped Cheney, Rumsfeld, Bush, and the neo-cons with false intelligence used to justify its war on Iraq, and he is now accused of being a spy and passing on U.S. national secrets to Iran.
Ahmad Chalabi
(Sung to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
Ha! Crooked Bush's looney people...
Ha! Crooked Bush's looney people...
Ahmad Chalabi... duped Condi Rice in the search for the WMDs,
Bush war hawks dreamed.
"Bomb Iraq" window; scaring through race hatred, profiling started their war.
Who is it for?
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Rummy's war frenzy; gave secret word to his prisons guards: they need not fear.
Torture, they cheer.
Iraq's not working; Bush claims he's "shocked" at the plight of the prisoners there.
What does he care?
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Ahmad Chalabi... left in the lurch when Bush dumped him and sullied his name.
He caused Bush shame.
"Bomb first, and then see" - thousands got hurt in that land as Bush war hawks all raved;
Iraq enslaved.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Ahmad Chalabi
(Sung to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
Ha! Crooked Bush's looney people...
Ha! Crooked Bush's looney people...
Ahmad Chalabi... duped Condi Rice in the search for the WMDs,
Bush war hawks dreamed.
"Bomb Iraq" window; scaring through race hatred, profiling started their war.
Who is it for?
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Rummy's war frenzy; gave secret word to his prisons guards: they need not fear.
Torture, they cheer.
Iraq's not working; Bush claims he's "shocked" at the plight of the prisoners there.
What does he care?
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Ahmad Chalabi... left in the lurch when Bush dumped him and sullied his name.
He caused Bush shame.
"Bomb first, and then see" - thousands got hurt in that land as Bush war hawks all raved;
Iraq enslaved.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Bush's looney people; the neo-cons, so dumb.
Monday, May 24, 2004
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Whole Wide World Says He's Wrong
(Sung to the tune of "Camp Town Races")
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(instrumental intro)
The whole wide world says he's wrong: Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Policies wrong, four years long; Dub-ya, go away!
His polls down there, his regime caves in; Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Let's send him home; in Iraq, couldn't win; Dub-ya go away!
Dubya and Far Right: out Election Day!
Bush took our money for his war on Iraq;
Cronies are getting their pay.
So Iraq got pillaged for their oil, of course; Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Those prison hell holes - who was the source? Dub-ya, they say.
Troop torturers - who gave them their role? Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Scandal hits bottom, and taking a toll; Dub-ya go away!
Dubya and Far Right: out Election Day!
Bush took our money for his war on Iraq;
Cronies are getting their pay.
Our troops are now under attack, Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Your war's failing; we don't want you back; Dub-ya go away.
He lied so long, 'cause it got him far; Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Such a disgrace, this stupid czar; Dub-ya, go away!
Dubya and Far Right: out Election Day!
Bush took our money for his war on Iraq;
Cronies are getting their pay.
(Sung to the tune of "Camp Town Races")
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(instrumental intro)
The whole wide world says he's wrong: Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Policies wrong, four years long; Dub-ya, go away!
His polls down there, his regime caves in; Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Let's send him home; in Iraq, couldn't win; Dub-ya go away!
Dubya and Far Right: out Election Day!
Bush took our money for his war on Iraq;
Cronies are getting their pay.
So Iraq got pillaged for their oil, of course; Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Those prison hell holes - who was the source? Dub-ya, they say.
Troop torturers - who gave them their role? Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Scandal hits bottom, and taking a toll; Dub-ya go away!
Dubya and Far Right: out Election Day!
Bush took our money for his war on Iraq;
Cronies are getting their pay.
Our troops are now under attack, Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Your war's failing; we don't want you back; Dub-ya go away.
He lied so long, 'cause it got him far; Dub-ya, Dub-ya.
Such a disgrace, this stupid czar; Dub-ya, go away!
Dubya and Far Right: out Election Day!
Bush took our money for his war on Iraq;
Cronies are getting their pay.
Bush Knew Hubris (Before He Was A Stupid Czar)
(Sung to the tune of "I Knew Jesus (Before He Was A Superstar) by Glen Campbell)
Sorry, there is no MIDI music available
(instrumental intro)
The Dummy just don't know how
Everyone hounds him know.
Suddenly, folks have found
Dim Son is so unsound.
What Bush had sold was bunk;
Lacking is wisdom, without par...
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush just shows: he's a believer in
All of his clever spin;
Stories press fed of him;
Things that were said of him.
Wrong, but was glorified
Price we have paid: our country's scarred....
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Iraq's a big mess, and worse now; but Shrub's amazed.
His war regressing... around him, in every way.
War crimes, poll trouble, and Bush has no hope in view.
Scandals met sunlight; the Shrub's blight, and his crew.
Oh, yes, Bush knew there was oil there,
So he bombed without care.
Shame will not change him much;
Bush is too out of touch.
Boot him Election Day; right wingers stay the way they are...
Bush and crew.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
(repeat last line and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "I Knew Jesus (Before He Was A Superstar) by Glen Campbell)
Sorry, there is no MIDI music available
(instrumental intro)
The Dummy just don't know how
Everyone hounds him know.
Suddenly, folks have found
Dim Son is so unsound.
What Bush had sold was bunk;
Lacking is wisdom, without par...
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush just shows: he's a believer in
All of his clever spin;
Stories press fed of him;
Things that were said of him.
Wrong, but was glorified
Price we have paid: our country's scarred....
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Iraq's a big mess, and worse now; but Shrub's amazed.
His war regressing... around him, in every way.
War crimes, poll trouble, and Bush has no hope in view.
Scandals met sunlight; the Shrub's blight, and his crew.
Oh, yes, Bush knew there was oil there,
So he bombed without care.
Shame will not change him much;
Bush is too out of touch.
Boot him Election Day; right wingers stay the way they are...
Bush and crew.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
Bush knew hubris... before he was a stupid czar.
(repeat last line and fade)
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Satire inspired by the infamous photo of U.S. Army Private Lynndie England holding a leash around the neck of a bound, naked Iraqi prisoner at Abu Ghraib prison, and the desperately failing cover up by Bush and Rumsfeld for their policies allowing torture and war crimes on an international scale
Leash Girl
(Sung to the tune of "You're A Rich Girl" by Daryl Hall & John Oates)
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(instrumental intro)
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far.
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Pictures showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar,
Says our Czar.
(instrumental break)
Those photos show... photos show...
What went wrong... when spooks run a prison crew.
She's a pawn... "on her own."
Where does blame belong? Dubya and his throng;
Rights they severed, this throng.
Lo...
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Pictures showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar, says our Czar.
Wasn't shy... dealing out pain.
It's so easy to hurt others, when you don't use your brain.
And Bush won't know... how bad this will grow.
'Cause there's too much to lose, too much bad war news;
We'd be thrilled at his fall...
Look...
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Pictures showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
Says our Czar.
Spin away...
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Lynndie, Leash Girl... the Leash Girl...
Oh, she's the Leash Leash Girl...
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
Says our Czar...
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
(repeat final verse and fade)
Leash Girl
(Sung to the tune of "You're A Rich Girl" by Daryl Hall & John Oates)
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(instrumental intro)
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far.
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Pictures showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar,
Says our Czar.
(instrumental break)
Those photos show... photos show...
What went wrong... when spooks run a prison crew.
She's a pawn... "on her own."
Where does blame belong? Dubya and his throng;
Rights they severed, this throng.
Lo...
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Pictures showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar, says our Czar.
Wasn't shy... dealing out pain.
It's so easy to hurt others, when you don't use your brain.
And Bush won't know... how bad this will grow.
'Cause there's too much to lose, too much bad war news;
We'd be thrilled at his fall...
Look...
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Pictures showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
Says our Czar.
Spin away...
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Lynndie, Leash Girl... the Leash Girl...
Oh, she's the Leash Leash Girl...
"Stay, Rummy - folks will forget," says our Czar.
Says our Czar...
She's the Leash Girl, and she'd gone too far;
Photos showed it, but she thought she'd get away.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
Bush will deny blame, and so does Rummy.
(repeat final verse and fade)
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Satire about the hapless U.S. Army Private Lynndie England, now undergoing military court martial, who was identified from the infamous video and photographs taken at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq
Lynndie
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)
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(instrumental intro)
Whose leash had choked a prisoner's airway?
Crawling, the game in torturers' lair.
Whose name is now the face of that pain show?
Everyone knows it's Lynndie.
Who stripped 'em down, abused without pity?
Smiled for the camera, like it's a breeze?
Whose pics got out, which captured those moments?
Everyone knows it's Lynndie.
(brief instrumental break)
Yes, Lynndie got her surprise;
Got lashed, while Bush spun his lies.
Yes, Lynndie did things, but why...
Did she look so proud (did she look so proud)?
(instrumental break)
Yes, Lynndie got her surprise;
Got lashed, while Bush spun his lies.
Yes, Lynndie did things, but why...
Did she look so proud (did she look so proud)?
Whose leash had choked a prisoner's airway?
Crawling, the game in torturers' lair.
Whose name is now the face of that pain show?
Everyone knows it's Lynndie.
(repeat last verse and fade)
Lynndie
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)
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(instrumental intro)
Whose leash had choked a prisoner's airway?
Crawling, the game in torturers' lair.
Whose name is now the face of that pain show?
Everyone knows it's Lynndie.
Who stripped 'em down, abused without pity?
Smiled for the camera, like it's a breeze?
Whose pics got out, which captured those moments?
Everyone knows it's Lynndie.
(brief instrumental break)
Yes, Lynndie got her surprise;
Got lashed, while Bush spun his lies.
Yes, Lynndie did things, but why...
Did she look so proud (did she look so proud)?
(instrumental break)
Yes, Lynndie got her surprise;
Got lashed, while Bush spun his lies.
Yes, Lynndie did things, but why...
Did she look so proud (did she look so proud)?
Whose leash had choked a prisoner's airway?
Crawling, the game in torturers' lair.
Whose name is now the face of that pain show?
Everyone knows it's Lynndie.
(repeat last verse and fade)
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
By May 2004, the Iraq War qWagmire and accumulating scandals have caused Dubya's polls to drop to their lowest point ever
Polls Drop, Keep Filling Bush With Dread
(Sung to the tune of "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" by B.J. Thomas)
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(instrumental intro)
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
And Shrub's asking why defeat looms so big; more troops dead.
Bluffing, full of sh*t.
Those... polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread,
They keep fallin'...
His Poppy tried; there's no talkin' to Dim Son.
'Cause Shrub said he didn't like how Pop left things "undone" -
Saddam in Iraq.
Those... polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread,
They keep fallin'...
But this dumb king said no.
His views won't bend so neatly; used deceit, he...
Won't admit wrong; his Iraq mess f**ked up completely.
(brief instrumental break)
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
Disaster is seen; his lies harpooned, with more troops dead.
Lyin' still is he.
Through... poll levers, gonna stop his reign; Bush is waning.
Vote while you're free.
A war criminal, he...
(instrumental riff)
Won't admit wrong; his Iraq mess f**ked up completely.
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
Disaster is seen; his lies harpooned, with more troops dead.
Lyin' still is he.
Through... poll levers, gonna stop his reign; Bush is waning.
Vote while you're free.
A war criminal, he...
(instrumental fade)
Polls Drop, Keep Filling Bush With Dread
(Sung to the tune of "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" by B.J. Thomas)
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(instrumental intro)
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
And Shrub's asking why defeat looms so big; more troops dead.
Bluffing, full of sh*t.
Those... polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread,
They keep fallin'...
His Poppy tried; there's no talkin' to Dim Son.
'Cause Shrub said he didn't like how Pop left things "undone" -
Saddam in Iraq.
Those... polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread,
They keep fallin'...
But this dumb king said no.
His views won't bend so neatly; used deceit, he...
Won't admit wrong; his Iraq mess f**ked up completely.
(brief instrumental break)
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
Disaster is seen; his lies harpooned, with more troops dead.
Lyin' still is he.
Through... poll levers, gonna stop his reign; Bush is waning.
Vote while you're free.
A war criminal, he...
(instrumental riff)
Won't admit wrong; his Iraq mess f**ked up completely.
Polls drop, keep filling Bush with dread.
Disaster is seen; his lies harpooned, with more troops dead.
Lyin' still is he.
Through... poll levers, gonna stop his reign; Bush is waning.
Vote while you're free.
A war criminal, he...
(instrumental fade)
Monday, May 17, 2004
Satire about Blackwater Security, a contractor supplying expensive $1000-a-day mercenaries for the U.S. occupation army in Iraq
Blackwater
(Sung to the tune of "Black Water" by The Doobie Brothers)
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(instrumental intro)
Mercenaries attacked in Iraq; no more gloatin'.
Bush gettin' snippy; appalled he's to blame.
Contractors jumpin' - the gravy train's pumpin'.
Blackwater Security - money's their aim.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
Yeah, keeps on pinin' to fight.
Money makes everything; yeah, money makes everything all right.
But they now got big worries;
Prison scandal now at Abu Graib.
(instrumental break)
Big profit gains; got their share,
Through sale of influence, you see.
Ex-SEALS and street thugs who fought in Cape Town.
Yeah, contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam:
War contracts by the chunk.
Iraqis dyin', mercenaries drink, tote gu-u-uns...
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
Yeah, keeps on pinin' to fight.
Money makes everything; yeah, money makes everything all right.
But they now got big worries;
Prison scandal now at Abu Graib.
(instrumental break)
Contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam.
Scandal-rama; Bush mistakes divide our land.
Divide our land (land),
Bush divides our land (Where's Osama?)
War advanced by the Bushies of his throng.
Contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam.
Scandal-rama; Bush mistakes divide our land.
Divide our land (land),
Bush divides our land (Where's Osama?)
War advanced by the Bushies of his throng.
Contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam.
Scandal-rama; Bush mistakes divide our land.
(repeat last verse and fade)
Blackwater
(Sung to the tune of "Black Water" by The Doobie Brothers)
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(instrumental intro)
Mercenaries attacked in Iraq; no more gloatin'.
Bush gettin' snippy; appalled he's to blame.
Contractors jumpin' - the gravy train's pumpin'.
Blackwater Security - money's their aim.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
Yeah, keeps on pinin' to fight.
Money makes everything; yeah, money makes everything all right.
But they now got big worries;
Prison scandal now at Abu Graib.
(instrumental break)
Big profit gains; got their share,
Through sale of influence, you see.
Ex-SEALS and street thugs who fought in Cape Town.
Yeah, contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam:
War contracts by the chunk.
Iraqis dyin', mercenaries drink, tote gu-u-uns...
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
So Blackwater's troops are trollin'
Mission is a boon, but Iraq is not their country.
Yeah, keeps on pinin' to fight.
Money makes everything; yeah, money makes everything all right.
But they now got big worries;
Prison scandal now at Abu Graib.
(instrumental break)
Contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam.
Scandal-rama; Bush mistakes divide our land.
Divide our land (land),
Bush divides our land (Where's Osama?)
War advanced by the Bushies of his throng.
Contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam.
Scandal-rama; Bush mistakes divide our land.
Divide our land (land),
Bush divides our land (Where's Osama?)
War advanced by the Bushies of his throng.
Contractors cheer; Bush flunkies fixed a scam.
Scandal-rama; Bush mistakes divide our land.
(repeat last verse and fade)
As the Iraq QWagmire,Torturegate and other new, ever-growing scandals revealed by the U.S. and world press cause Bush's polls go into freefall, what does June 2004 hold in store for Dubya?
Precarious
(Sung to the tune of "Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In" by The Fifth Dimension)
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(instrumental intro)
Month of June... may trouble Bush's house.
His hubris bare; thinks Iraq oil is ours.
No peace; divides our planet.
Boot Shrub; we jeer this czar.
Press isn't fawning; war Bush waged, now precarious.
Waged, now precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
Harmful lack of understanding;
Simple from-the-gut expounding.
Hear more falsehoods; Bush decisions;
Neo-con pipedream revisions.
Whistleblower revelations:
Iraq's mindless "liberation," now precarious...
Precarious.
(brief instrumental break)
Month of June... may trouble Bush's house.
His hubris bare; thinks Iraq oil is ours.
No peace - divides our planet.
Boot Shrub; we jeer this czar.
Press isn't fawning; war Bush waged, now precarious.
Waged, now precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
(instrumental break)
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
(repeat above refrain and fade)
Precarious
(Sung to the tune of "Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In" by The Fifth Dimension)
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(instrumental intro)
Month of June... may trouble Bush's house.
His hubris bare; thinks Iraq oil is ours.
No peace; divides our planet.
Boot Shrub; we jeer this czar.
Press isn't fawning; war Bush waged, now precarious.
Waged, now precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
Harmful lack of understanding;
Simple from-the-gut expounding.
Hear more falsehoods; Bush decisions;
Neo-con pipedream revisions.
Whistleblower revelations:
Iraq's mindless "liberation," now precarious...
Precarious.
(brief instrumental break)
Month of June... may trouble Bush's house.
His hubris bare; thinks Iraq oil is ours.
No peace - divides our planet.
Boot Shrub; we jeer this czar.
Press isn't fawning; war Bush waged, now precarious.
Waged, now precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
Precarious...
(instrumental break)
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Let... Dim Son whine...
Dim Son... won't win...
(repeat above refrain and fade)
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Bush has repeatedly bragged about "hitting the Trifecta" since September 11, 2001. Written originally on July 8, 2002
9/11 Came In Handy
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" by George M. Cohan)
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(instrumental intro)
9/11 came in handy
For Bush; Trifecta bleeds us dry.
The PATRIOT Act, enforced by Uncle Sam
Now lets John Ashcroft play spy.
For Bush's donors, here's the sweet part:
9/11 brought them joy.
Star Wars contracts, war time profits,
Cover for the Phony.
Bush is the true Trifecta Boy.
(repeat verses)
Thursday, May 13, 2004
The military torture scandal at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq has led to world-wide calls for the resignation of Bush's Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld
Rum's On The Rocks
(Sung to the tune of "Love On The Rocks" by Neil Diamond)
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(instrumental intro)
Rum's on the rocks; ain't no big surprise.
Scandal does stink in Iraq, but he lies.
He's got much to lose,
So he blames lowly crews... for the crime.
MPs took part in a "softening" role,
And contractors struck fear in the young and old.
How far they've gone:
Torture, they want; naked pile.
Words they said to taunt you.
Then they will really beat you.
Suddenly your lights are out; bare;
Walking in the buff.
They took pictures of you,
And they're laughing at you.
Nothing you can do or say.
You cannot leave, nor get away.
They all knew; it's wrong.
Web speed spread their deeds:
Pictures they took to flaunt.
Not much they can do,
Crimes revealed, they don't want.
We hear huge lies above,
And we're told that old Rum's on the rocks.
Words they said to taunt you.
Then they will really beat you.
Suddenly your lights are out; bare;
Walking in the buff.
They took pictures of you,
And they're laughing at you.
Nothing you can do or say.
You cannot leave, nor get away.
They all knew; it's wrong.
Rum's on the rocks; ain't no big surprise.
Scandal does stink in Iraq, but he lies.
How far they've gone:
Torture, they want; naked pile.
(instrumental ending)
Rum's On The Rocks
(Sung to the tune of "Love On The Rocks" by Neil Diamond)
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(instrumental intro)
Rum's on the rocks; ain't no big surprise.
Scandal does stink in Iraq, but he lies.
He's got much to lose,
So he blames lowly crews... for the crime.
MPs took part in a "softening" role,
And contractors struck fear in the young and old.
How far they've gone:
Torture, they want; naked pile.
Words they said to taunt you.
Then they will really beat you.
Suddenly your lights are out; bare;
Walking in the buff.
They took pictures of you,
And they're laughing at you.
Nothing you can do or say.
You cannot leave, nor get away.
They all knew; it's wrong.
Web speed spread their deeds:
Pictures they took to flaunt.
Not much they can do,
Crimes revealed, they don't want.
We hear huge lies above,
And we're told that old Rum's on the rocks.
Words they said to taunt you.
Then they will really beat you.
Suddenly your lights are out; bare;
Walking in the buff.
They took pictures of you,
And they're laughing at you.
Nothing you can do or say.
You cannot leave, nor get away.
They all knew; it's wrong.
Rum's on the rocks; ain't no big surprise.
Scandal does stink in Iraq, but he lies.
How far they've gone:
Torture, they want; naked pile.
(instrumental ending)
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
U.S. Army Private Lynndie England, now undergoing military court martial, was identified from the infamous video and photographs taken at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq
Meet Lynndie England
(Sung to the tune of "Weekend In New England" by Barry Manilow)
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Sad sight; pics taken by
Guards who had cheered
Attacks without pity;
Used torture and fear
On detainees in Abu... Ghraib; as they leered...
Which tells us
They terrorized; beat.
They planned to torture.
They knew was wrong; but won't end.
They plan to use torture again.
(instrumental break)
Smiled - Lynndie England;
Her fame today:
Like bloodsucking leeches;
Cruel games she played.
She starred in a story,
A trend of race hate...
Which tells us
They terrorized; beat.
They planned to torture.
They knew was wrong; but won't end.
They plan to use torture again.
Revealed - is change coming?
How high did this go?
Prisons slaves, flesh baring,
Attack dogs, blood flow.
Bush chooses to string out
His long siege of Baghdad.
He claims God in heaven
Says war's not so bad...
Said, "Sorry..."
They terrorized; beat.
They planned to torture.
They knew was wrong; but won't end.
They plan to use torture... again...
Again... again...
(instrumental ending)
Sunday, May 09, 2004
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Rumsfeld
(Sung to the tune of "Young Girl" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(repeat chorus and fade)
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
Prison Bullies
(Sung to the tune of "Wolly Bully" by Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Neo-Cons
(Sung to the tune of "On And On" by Stephen Bishop)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental ending)
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "You Don't Have To Be A Star" by Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis, Jr.)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Knowing He's W.
(Sung to the tune of "Knowing Me, Knowing You" by ABBA)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Knowing Me, Knowing You" by ABBA)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
We Must Fight This Clown
(Sung to the tune of "Lights" by Journey)
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(instrumental intro)
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!
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental break)
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!
(instrumental break)
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!
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Lights" by Journey)
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(instrumental intro)
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!
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental break)
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!
(instrumental break)
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!
(instrumental ending)
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
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.
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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(instrumental intro)
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...
(fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Wouldn't It Be Nice" by The Beach Boys)
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(instrumental intro)
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...
(fade)
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Bleeding of Iraq
(Sung to the tune of "Leader Of The Pack" by The Shangri-Las)
MIDI sequenced by Ron Tilden
(instrumental intro)
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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
(Sung to the tune of "Leader Of The Pack" by The Shangri-Las)
MIDI sequenced by Ron Tilden
(instrumental intro)
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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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(instrumental intro)
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
Friday, April 16, 2004
Dumb, Not Smart
(Sung to the tune of "Young At Heart" by Frank Sinatra)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
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!
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!
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Gory Story In Fallujah
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by Julia Ward Howe)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by Julia Ward Howe)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
Monday, April 12, 2004
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(repeat verses)
Sunday, April 11, 2004
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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...
(repeat and fade)
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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...
(repeat and fade)
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
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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(instrumental intro)
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...
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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(instrumental intro)
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...
Monday, March 29, 2004
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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(instrumental intro)
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)
(instrumental break)
'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.
(repeat verses and fade)
Condi
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)
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(instrumental intro)
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)
(instrumental break)
'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.
(repeat verses and fade)
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:
(instrumental introduction)
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.
(instrumental break)
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)...
(fade)
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:
(instrumental introduction)
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.
(instrumental break)
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)...
(fade)
Thursday, March 25, 2004
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:
(instrumental intro)
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..."
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental ending)
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:
(instrumental intro)
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..."
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental ending)
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Throw Bush Out
(Sung to the tune of "Twist And Shout" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
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)
(instrumental break)
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)...
(Sung to the tune of "Twist And Shout" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
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)
(instrumental break)
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)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
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...
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental break)
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)
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do" by Mouth and MacNeal)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
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...
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental break)
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)
Monday, March 22, 2004
The Dummy Flopped
(Sung to the tune of "The Bunny Hop")
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(instrumental intro)
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!
(repeat verses)
(Sung to the tune of "The Bunny Hop")
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(instrumental intro)
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!
(repeat verses)
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
"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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(instrumental intro)
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!)
(repeat final refrain and fade)
Spanish Mayhem
(Sung to the tune of "Spanish Harlem" by Ben E. King)
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(instrumental intro)
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!)
(repeat final refrain and fade)
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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(instrumental intro)
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!
His Reign In Spain
(Sung to the tune of "The Rain In Spain" from the Broadway musical, "My Fair Lady)
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(instrumental intro)
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!
Friday, March 12, 2004
B.S., Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "P.S. I Love You" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
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!
(Sung to the tune of "P.S. I Love You" by The Beatles)
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(instrumental intro)
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!
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
End The Shrub's Big Show
(Sung to the tune of "And I Love You So" by Don McLean)
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(instrumental intro)
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.
(Sung to the tune of "And I Love You So" by Don McLean)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
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:
(instrumental intro)
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.
(Sung to the tune of "Home on the Range")
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by King Shrub:
(instrumental intro)
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental ending)
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Woman" by Firefall)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
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.
(instrumental break)
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...
(instrumental ending)
Friday, March 05, 2004
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:
(instrumental intro)
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
You Missed Us, So Don't Inspect Us
(Sung to the tune of "We Wish You A Merry Christmas")
Click HERE for MIDI music
As sung by Big Business to the EPA:
(instrumental intro)
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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(instrumental intro)
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.
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)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
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.
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