Inspired by the title of a column written by Tamara Baker in American Politics Journal - dedicated to Sen. Zell Miller (D-GA), who gave a hate-filled keynote speech attacking John Kerry and his own party at the Republican National Convention

Psycho Miller
(Sung to the tune of "Psycho Killer" by The Talking Heads)

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(instrumental intro)

Zell can't seem to face up to facts.
Incensed, in service of Bush; verbal ax.
A big creep, and his head's on fire.
So touchy, and a great big liar.

Psycho Miller!
What's he said?
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-Dubya's better
Spun, spun, spun, spun, spun, spun spun away...

Addressing all the nation, his speech has diminished it.
He's squawking a lot, but he's not sayin' anything.
Miller had nothing to say, as his lips revealed.
Save Bush the dunce, Zell, save him again.

Psycho Miller!
What's he said?
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-Dubya's better
Spun, spun, spun, spun, spun, spun spun away...

Psycho Miller!
What's he said?
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-Dubya's better
Spun, spun, spun, spun, spun, spun spun away...

Zell, you can bet, loves Dub-ya.
Yes, Zell just loves his czar.
A Democrat, so bizarre.
GOP made him star, their way
Zell's insane and he is blind.
He hates people who are not far right.

Psycho Miller!
What's he said?
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-Dubya's better
Spun, spun, spun, spun, spun, spun spun away...

Psycho Miller!
What's he said?
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-Dubya's better
Spun, spun, spun, spun, spun, spun spun away...

No no no no no no no no no...

Republican Convention
(Sung to the tune of "Revolution" by The Beatles)
By Alvin Dover & W. Tong

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(instrumental intro)

Republicans held their convention,
And, hell, did they show...
They want Bush to rule the world.

"Forever war" is their intention,
And, hell, did they show...
They want Bush to rule the world.

We heard Bush talk without instruction:
He said his "War on Terra" was in doubt.
Yes, he knows it's gonna be... his blight!
His blight!
His blight!

They said more Bush is their solution,
More hell they would throw
On Iraq, Afghanistan.

They've shredded U.S. Constitution.
Oh, hell, they would throw
Dissenters into the can.

Because they raised money from people with minds that hate,
The chickenhawk neocons want a police state.
People, see the G.O.P.'s... far right.
Far right!
Far right!

(instrumental break)

'Gainst Bush, go vote your retribution,
Say, "Hell, Bush must go!"
We all want to change the head.

They're selling war (oil prostitution).
Say, "Hell, Bush must go!"
Sold war through lies when Bush misled.

They're trashing John Kerry and showing they're desperate now.
Bush really can't take it, dissent's not allowed.
People, see the G.O.P.'s... far right.
Far right!
Far right!

(repeat final refrain and fade)

Stop Bush Baby
(Sung to the tune of "Rock Your Baby" by George McCrae)

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Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!
Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!

Vote... go and do it.
Just say to Bush, "You're booted.
You've fu**ed up your part.
No more wars will you start."

Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!
Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!

Yeah, go and fight...
With all your might.
Go vote; the Shrub must go.
Let's make Bush eat some crow.

Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!
Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!

Come on...

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Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!
Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!

Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!
Moron... taking oil with arms.
Stop Bush Baby!

(repeat chorus and fade)

Dedicated to delusional faux Democrat, Senator Zell Miller (D-GA), who delivered a raving, anti-Kerry keynote speech at the 2004 Republican national convention

Why Does Zell Love W?
(Sung to the tune of "If I Fell" by The Beatles)

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Why does Zell love W?
Not a word Bush said was true.
He'd help Bush... rule this land.
Why is Zell in love with war?
Wants us to give Shrub years more
To hatch right wing plans.

Democrats throw darts... at you;
Kissed up Der Führer.
Zell, you're worlds apart
From us, who loathe Shrub's war torture.

Zell's war lust construed
To please George Bush's pride.
But the Shrub is through;
His sleaze will hurt his side for sure.

Bombing other lands for gain.
Bush lies, but Zell's satisfied with Shrub's... looney reign.

Bush the dope will be... defied;
No more of W.
Bush will be... denied;
He hasn't earned term two.

Why does Zell love W?

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Are You Mad Enough
(Sung to the tune of "Are You Man Enough" by The Four Tops)

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No more free speech, or Bush will squawk.
Ashcroft will watch just... who you're talking to.
They're out to get you.
Our rights attacked with a smiling face.
Next thing you know, there's a jail space for you.
Without regret, too.
The people lose when Bush folks win;
There is nothing that they won't do.

Are you mad enough?
Have you had enough?
Are you gonna vote and take Bush down?
Bush's evil guys... want their power prize.
They still want to be around.
Bush rewards rich friends,
And war never ends.
Do you think that this is fair?
Are you mad enough
To call Bush's bluff?
Boot him out with Tony Blair.

(brief instrumental break)

His term is ending; send Shrub away.
For his missteps and mistakes, we'll make him lose.
And Shrub's still lying.
Bush plots more trouble to please Far Right.
When no one's looking, he'd steal your right to choose.
And he won't stop trying.
Although he bungled and lied for war,
He'll try keeping you all confused.

Are you mad enough?
Have you had enough?
Are you gonna vote and take Bush down?
Bush's evil guys want their power prize.
They still want to be around.
Bush rewards rich friends,
And war never ends.
Do you think that this is fair?
Are you mad enough
To call Bush's bluff?
Boot him out with Tony Blair.

Got to beat this guy; war disaster's why
We have record debt.
We need to expose where our money goes
For the "terr-ist threat."

Bush throng connives; they're taking lives; their war is cruel.
They're backing Bush, though he is a fool.

Are you mad enough?
Have you had enough?
Are you gonna vote and take Bush down?
Bush's evil guys want their power prize.
They still want to be around.
Bush rewards rich friends,
And war never ends.
Do you think that this is fair?
Are you mad enough
To call Bush's bluff?
Boot him out with Tony Blair.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Zelling Out


Two former Democratic supporters turned sell-outs, Dennis Miller and Sen. Zell Miller, drink the GOP Kool-Aid

Click link to hear The Wartime President Song, a great MP3 audio parody by the California rock band ARIEL (lyrics by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen)
(Sung to the tune of "This Old Man")

Visit http://www.jenpet.com/warprez.html to read the complete lyrics while you listen.

Satire blasting the so-called Swift Boat Veterans For Truth, tied to the Bush campaign, and whose lies about John Kerry's war service and medals have been exposed and repeatedly refuted by eye witnesses and historical records from the Vietnam war

Big Lies: Swift Boat Vets' Misinformation
(Sung to the tune of "A White Sport Coat (And a Pink Carnation) by Marty Robbins)

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(instrumental intro)

Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
They've all messed up their war rants.
Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
Their lies exposed; pro-Bush stance.

Thirty-five years, long ago,
Vietnam War records show:
Bush was the AWOL kind, it seems.
Kerry's medals haunt Shrub's dreams.

Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
These liars now get booed.
They've all messed up their war rants.
Their lies exposed; pro-Bush stance.

Thirty-five years, long ago,
Vietnam War records show:
Bush was the AWOL kind, it seems.
Kerry's medals haunt Shrub's dreams.

Big lies: Swift Boat... Vets' misinformation.
These liars now get booed.

(repeat last verse and fade)

Satire lampooning looney right-wing columnist Michelle Malkin, who was recently laughed off the air on Bill Maher's Politically Incorrect, and from Chris Matthews' Hardball, for falsely implying that John Kerry's war wounds which won 3 Purple Hearts were self-inflicted, which you can watch HERE

Michelle
(Sung to the tune of "Michelle" by The Beatles)

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Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball," claimed Kerry "shot himself."
Dumb Michelle.

Michelle... caught hell
Bill Maher's show made her look really dumb,
Look really dumb.

They loathed you, they loathed you, they loathed you.
The audience did say:
"Michelle, please go away."
Malkin's saying only words that right wing fools understand.

Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball" looked outmatched and so dumb,
So really dumb.

She needs to, she needs to, she needs to...
She needs to fake and plea.
Ann Coulter-wannabe:
So shrill, this fool keeps hoping she will
Show that she's mean.

We loathe you... (guitar solo)

They taunt you, they taunt you, they taunt you...
You've blown it; had a cow.
Sobs on her blog right now:
How she was "booed and misconstrued,
And picked on, by a man."

Michelle... caught hell
On "Hardball" looked outmatched and so dumb,
So really dumb.

We should flay her for her words that show
Why she's whom we can't stand.
Whine, Michelle...

(instrumental ending)


Michelle Malkin, author of a book named "In Defense of Internment: The Case for Racial Profiling in World War II and the War on Terror" is shocked at being hissed at by a hostile audience on Bill Maher's show instead of seeing the usual fawning dittoheads on Faux News

Satire lampooning looney right-wing columnist Michelle Malkin, who was recently laughed off the air on Bill Maher's Politically Incorrect, and from Chris Matthews' Hardball, for falsely implying that John Kerry's war wounds which won 3 Purple Hearts were self-inflicted, which you can watch HERE

Right Wing Banana
(Sung to the tune of the "Chiquita Banana Jingle")

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(instrumental intro)

She's a right wing banana,
And she's dumb to say
That "Kerry shot himself,
To run for prez some day."

On TV, got shot down
For her dumb point of view.
She's beating on her chest;
Chris got the best of you.

Her arguments rendered invalid;
Her only strategem: to lie.
The way to treat loudmouths - defeat them.
Refute their words and make them eat them.

She's bananas and a token of the
Grand Old Party's bigots and race haters.
If she were clever, this banana...
Will no longer be "debater."

(repeat verses)

Shrub's Unsound Delusion
(Sung to the tune of "The Sound of Music" by Julie Andrews)

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(long instrumental intro)

Bush shills sell us jive;
Shrub's unsound delusion.
His throngs flinging dung
This election year.

Bush shills aren't smart;
Have no sound conclusion.
Shrub's done everything
Dead wrong, for years.

Our hearts want defeat of Right Wing and their herds,
Who lie and partake Bush's sleaze.
They outed a spy; what a crime, what lies;
Right wing jerks did with ease.

Hear gaffes of King Crook, when he trips and falls
Over words in his way.
Let's sting the Far Right, who would start
Telling us... what to say.

On Capitol Hill, wants his party only.
The Shrub only hears... that "God wanted war."
Shrub's mind is distressed, with profound confusion.
Soon, he's king... no more.

Times of Trouble
(Sung to the tune of "Tiny Bubbles" by Don Ho)

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(instrumental intro)

Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.

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World fears the emboldened goon.
They hear Shrub's hypocrisy.
They're most appalled of boasts of wars to be.

Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.

Let's sneer at his pal, Ken Lay,
Send Shrub home Election Day.
Bush won't be missed; make him pay that way.

Times of trouble...
Hear him whine.
Shrub's unhappy.
Things ain't going fine.
Times of trouble...
Brewing storms all over.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.
Bush is reeling; voters gonna drub him at election time.

To Hell With Shrub's Regime
(Sung to the tune of "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles)

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(instrumental intro)

From the town... of Washington...
Dubya rules this land;
A failure, he.
Got promoted all his life,
Stole this land through his... crooks' regime.
Such a failure, the Dim Son.
War has squandered our $ea of green.
The Iraqis were made slaves.
"Bombed to hell!" crowed... Shrub's regime.

When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.

Bush's friends, whom he adored,
Want still more tax cuts; live for war.
Foiled plans? Bush spins away...
(instrumental riff)

When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.

Bush has lived a life of sleaze.
Everyone of us
Must stop his greed.
Bush's crew (Bush's crew)
Are so extreme (so extreme)
Vote - say hell with (vote - say to hell with)
His regime...

When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.

When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.
When you vote, say "To hell with Shrub's regime."
To hell with Shrub's regime.
To hell with Shrub's regime.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Suffered, This World
(Sung to the tune of "Colour My World" by Chicago)

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(long instrumental intro)

War crimes go on...
Folks realize...
Just what Bush means... really.
Let's vow... election's near...
Promise that Shrub...
Gets removed from his chair.
End dreams...
Of his stolen oil treasure.
Suffered, this world...
Our dope... named W.

(instrumental break and ending)

For starters, the unprecedented list of crimes committed by Dubya include: perverting the Constitution through the so-called PATRIOT Act, breaking international law and treaties, lying to Congress in his State of the Union address to advocate for a pre-emptive war based upon non-existent WMD, war crimes in Iraq, Guantanamo and secret U.S. prisons around the world, etc., etc., etc.

All The Bush Crimes Are Vast And Long
(Sung to the tune of "All The Good Times Are Past And Gone")

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Shrub wished to the Lord he'd been clever when born.
He's tried since he was young:
Forever, he's pleasing his father's allies.
We've heard his lying tongue.

All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.

He's forever seen as Loathsome Shrub;
Lying from crime to crime.
Made war on those who opposed his club
But soon, he'll run out of time.

All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.

Send back - send back - the rogue named Shrub,
And save democracy.
Let's boot him, and be a friend to this world.
Impound "His Residency."

All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
All the Bush crimes aren't over.
All the Bush crimes are vast and long.
Below par, knows only sleaze and war.

Return, Pretender
(Sung to the tune of "Return To Sender" by Elvis Presley)

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(instrumental intro)

Things won't get better; Shrub's got no plan,
Except to just attack.
Ignored 9-1-1 warnings
To steal oil from Iraq.
Go vote this bum out!

Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.

Just name a topic: Bush has failed;
Blocked... dissent, his specialty.
Used terror alert warnings
When blame comes back; he'll see...
We'll vote him out and...

Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.

Through crime, Bush got to pay out himself,
And cronies in his sick band.
We must send them back Election Day
Our rights, we demand;
Let's exercise them...

Return, pretender!
Your mess has grown.
Low poll numbers.
Big spin zone.
With world, you quarreled,
While jobs went splat.
Won't say you're sorry?
This November, we'll send you back.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Odor in the Court!

Click on the image below to listen to a great new MP3 recording by Bill Jacobs, "If George Only Had A Brain," sung to the tune of "If I Only Had A Brain" from the movie, "The Wizard of Oz."

Baby Bush Has Polarized
(Sung to the tune of "Baby, What A Big Surprise" by Chicago)

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(instrumental intro)

Iraq War now on the rise.
Bush claimed he'd won; was only fakin' it.
A quagmire, there's no mistakin' it.

Baby Bush has polarized.
For his war, he is despised...

Yesterday, he screamed that he...
Was right, and dissent shouldn't waste his time.
Proved wrong; he'll say he will not change his mind.

Baby Bush has polarized.
For his war, he is despised... (Wants oil from Iraq...)

Baby Bush had chosen to stand alone
For his Iraq War for oil (mistake).
He just aims to slay.
Bombing without warning, innocents were torn;
Shrub just dreams about High Noon.
Don't ask why; obey... Bush's way.

Iraq War now on the rise.
Bush claimed he'd won; was only fakin' it.
A quagmire, there's no mistakin' it.

Baby Bush has polarized.
For his war, he is despised... (Wants oil from Iraq...)

Baby Bush has polarized.
For his war, he is despised... (Wants oil from Iraq...)

(repeat chorus and fade)

Bush insists that we follow him without question - "Drink his Kool-Aid" alludes to the 1978 mass suicide in Jonestown, Guyana, where hundreds of people followed another religious fanatic, Peoples Temple cult leader Jim Jones, and drank poisoned Kool-Aid without question

All F*cked Up
(Sung to the tune of "All Shook Up" by Elvis Presley)

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World blasts his role; made war wrongfully.
They're bitchin' at this man for his zealotry.
Wants you to drink his Kool-Aid from his cup.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

War plans are shaky, 'cause this leader's weak.
Shrub can't seem to stand on his own two feet.
Press should be thanked; they prop up this pup.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

Please don't ask Bush what's on his mind.
He's always mixed up, and he's reeling, blind.
Now in fear, the world, as it holds its breath,
As Bush now shows no care, dealing death.

The Shrub's war plans: more killing, his plot.
He's stripped our rights to sustain what he got.
To his dismay, soon his term is up.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

His tongue gets tied when he tries to speak.
This free-ride fake is long past his peak.
Go vote and let's cure our country of this bind
And we'll free the world from this Shrub's dull mind.

The Shrub's war plans: more killing, his plot.
He's stripped our rights to sustain what he got.
To his dismay, soon his term is up.
Throw out Shrub!
He's all f*cked up.
When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!

When he's gone, cheer... hey, hey!
He's all f*cked up.

Get thee to a theater and see Michael Moore's #1 hit documentary film, "Fahrenheit 9-11"!

Moore Burns Pretender
(Sung to the tune of "Return To Sender" by Elvis Presley)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush was upset that Moore exposed plans;
Bush said, "Attack Iraq!"
Pre-9/11 warnings: ignored while Bush sat back.
Bush has been outed!

Moore burns pretender.
Shrub's mess now known.
Watch this summer.
Make Bush moan.
Bush spends and borrows.
His war goes splat.
Won't say he's sorry
That he lied just to bomb Iraq.

His polls have dropped and all the world mocks
His pro-war zealotry.
Used terror alert warnings
To claim attacks there'll be.
Bush has been outed!

Moore burns pretender.
Shrub's mess now known.
Watch this summer.
Make Bush moan.
Bush spends and borrows.
His war goes splat.
Won't say he's sorry
That he lied just to bomb Iraq.

Shrub's crimes exposed; go see it yourself.
Film shown throughout in this land.
The right wing's attacks don't make much headway;
See Bush's crooked band.
Now go and watch it...

Moore burns pretender.
Shrub's mess now known.
Watch this summer.
Make Bush moan.
Bush spends and borrows.
His war goes splat.
Won't say he's sorry
That he lied just to bomb Iraq.

(repeat chorus and fade)

The desperate Bush Administration is now looking for legal excuses to cancel the November 2004 elections in the event of a terrorist attack or "incident"
Our Vote, Shrub's Trying Now To Cancel
(Sung to the tune of "Crying In The Chapel" by Elvis Presley)

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(instrumental intro)

Our vote, Shrub's trying now to cancel.
Bush fears and dreads bein' unemployed.
To lose, demeaning; much resentment.
Boot this crappy overlord.

Plan's insane - our votes he'd cancel,
So his rich people still can play.
We can't afford the Shrub much longer;
His debt mountain we'll all pay.

Bush searched and he searched, but he couldn't find;
WMD's were just in his mind.

He'd be happy to just cancel
The people's votes to help his horde.
Yes, our votes he'd like to cancel
To stay king while scandals soared.

(instrumental break)

Bush searched and he searched, but he couldn't find;
WMD's were just in his mind.

Polls in trouble; votes he'd cancel.
His crown runs on sleaze to stay.
Halliburton's grip gets tighter;
Cronies surely find their pay.

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Shrub's Failed Today
(Sung to the tune of "Come Sail Away" by Styx)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub's... failing... today.
His disastrous course; our emergency.
We're not quite so free...
Free to speak our minds 'gainst his monarchy.

For war, he's enraptured; mind overboard.
Bush just spends and borrows; rules by the sword.
Bush will lie, for war, he'll lie...
He's carrion.

Bush crooks and their greed...
Election via slaves with short memory.
They're happy; Shrub's mad.
Yes, Bush rewards rich friends as he creams Baghdad.

Bush would rule Iraq forever, and none may oppose.
His cronies won't miss out... on their pot of gold.
Bush will lie... bust is his plan...
He's carrion.

(instrumental riff)

The blathering of neocons appears now all but dead.
They'll hang themselves, so long, their rope;
And this is what they dread...
They dread: Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.
Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.

They thought they were Shrub's angels, neocons now despised.
Shrub strutted on his warship; war's headed for demise;
Clinging...

Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.
Shrub's failed today, Shrub's failed today.
Shrub's failed today, they see.

(repeat refrain and fade)

The Veep And The Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "How Deep Is Your Love" by The Bee Gees)

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(instrumental intro)

We so despise Dick and the Dim Son.
They're out of touch, and we do scorn their reign.
From the moment of their installed infamy,
They felt the need to build arms again.
Bush's monarchy has been filled with sleaze.
Scandals swarming the Shrub, and they just won't leave.
Voters see they need to go...

The Veep and the Shrub
(The Veep and Shrub, the Veep and the Shrub)
Right wing extreme will burn.
We're not giving in to right wing fools... shaking us down.
Soon this fall, expel G.B.,
And along with him, Cheney.

Let's relieve this fool, who sold for war, his own very soul.
Bush, a lightweight and a creep with darkest power;
His behavior does appall.
He's told what to think, and prepared to screw
For his cronies inside, for their right wing coup.
Voters see they need to go...

The Veep and the Shrub
(The Veep and Shrub, the Veep and the Shrub),
Right wing extreme will burn.
We're not giving in to right wing fools... shaking us down.
Soon this fall, expel G.B.,
And along with him, Cheney.

Let's relieve this fool, who sold for war, his own very soul.
Bush, a lightweight and a creep with darkest power;
His behavior does appall.
He's told what to think, and prepared to screw
For his cronies inside, for their right wing coup.
Voters see they need to go...

The Veep and the Shrub
(The Veep and Shrub, the Veep and the Shrub),
Right wing extreme will burn.
We're not giving in to right wing fools... shaking us down.
Soon this fall, expel G.B.,
And along with him, Cheney.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Last We'll See Of Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Sea of Love" by The Honeydrippers)

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(instrumental intro)

Soon this November, then, they'll sweat.
Election Day: we're through with Cheney's pet.
Voters, let's tell them... we so loathe W.

Dump Cheney... and the Shrub.
Last we'll see, we'll see of Shrub.
Voters, let's tell them... we so loathe W.

Dump Cheney... and G.B...
Go (go, go and go vote)

Soon this November, then, they'll sweat.
Election Day: we're through with Cheney's pet.
Voters, let's tell them... we so loathe W.

(instrumental break)

Dump Cheney... and G.B...
Go (go, go and go vote)

Dump Cheney, and the Shrub.
Last we'll see, we'll see of Shrub.
Voters, let's tell them... we so loathe W.

(repeat instrumental break and final verses)

The temperature at which Dubya's blood boils?


Get thee to a theater and see Michael Moore's # 1 hit documentary film, "Fahrenheit 911"!

It's Not A Movie Kind To Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "A Groovy Kind Of Love" by Phil Collins

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(instrumental intro)

Moviegoers view... Bush and all his crew,
Portrayed as crooks who screw; rob from me and you.
Clueless as can be - Shrub can feel he'll get beat.
Cheney's labored breathing; cuss you'll hear.
Movie you should see: "Fahrenheit" marquee,
Not a movie kind to Shrub.

Bush's crimes should haunt you.
Vote him out; you'll want to.
Bush the king will want to waste your time this fall.
Hear from Dubya's lips: mangled words delivered.
"War hawks" chicken-livered, on Shrub's side.
Movie you should see: "Fahrenheit" marquee,
Not a movie kind to Shrub.

(instrumental break)

Moviegoers view... Bush and all his crew,
Portrayed as crooks who screw; rob from me and you.
Causing Bush alarm; image now in tatters,
As his world shatters, in depair.
Movie you should see: "Fahrenheit" marquee,
Not a movie kind to Shrub.
It's not a movie kind to Shrub...
It's not a movie kind to Shrub...
It's not a movie kind to Shrub...
It's not a movie kind to Shrub...

New parody coming soon: Like A Rock (Only Dumber)

Divine Right of Kings
(Sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things" by Julie Andrews - from the musical, "The Sound of Music")

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(instrumental intro)

Prisoners posed in the nude, some were bitten
By guard dogs; torture excuses were written.
Law paper packages whitewashed these things.
That's Bush's view: the divine right of kings.

Reasons were phony; Iraq War is brutal.
Bombshells give Bush hell; now his spin is futile.
Piled, Bush lies that corrupt press still sings.
That's Bush's view: the divine right of kings.

World hates his messes, it's law that Bush trashes.
So fakes like Bush "stay the course" 'til he crashes.
Killing while spinners say "he did great things."
That's Bush's view: the divine right of kings.

Iraq dog fights... are what he brings
Now he's reeling bad.
Go vote in November and throw out this king.
King Shrub, let's repeal... he's mad.

(instrumental break - repeat verses)

Why Can't I Be Führer?
(Sung to the tune of "How Can I Be Sure?" by The Rascals)

As sung by Dubya:

(instrumental intro)

Why can't I be Führer?
Oil world needs constant arranging.
Why can't I be Führer...
To command this coup?

Through power, I....
Through power, I am gonna stay to screw.
I'm gonna lie...
'Cause I don't know what the hay to do.

What do I know? Neo-cons all tried to use me.
Trying too hard can confuse me.
Vote for me; don't take my crown.

Through power, I....
Through power, I am gonna say to you:
My alibi... for killin' people: to get terr'ists' clues.

Maybe I'm just running aground,
Through my f**k-ups; my head pounds.
It's so sh*tty.
I'm ranting because I'm called Dumb One.
My committee still loves W.

Why can't I be Führer?
I'll really, really, really run the sho-o-ow.
I'll really, really, really run the sho-o-ow...

(instrumental break)

Hell for leather...
War we have got; stick together.
Together, hopes things will get better.
It's W., W. forever.
No limits; I won't be bound.

Why can't I be Führer?
Oil world needs constant arranging.
Why can't I be Führer...
To command this coup...

I'll Deny Torture
(Sung to the tune of "How Can I Be Sure?" by The Rascals)
Satire based upon news reports leaked secret memos written in 2002 by White House lawyers that looked for excuses to ignore the Geneva Conventions and international law in order to avoid prosecution for war crimes and allow President Bush to do whatever he wants, including the condoning of torture around the world in his gulag of secret prisons

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As sung by Dubya Bush to Don Rumsfeld:

I'll deny torture...
'Round the world, with terrorists ranging.
I'll deny torture...
This whole damned issue!

Whatever I.... whatever I am gonna say to you...
Just let 'em die...
Strike 'em blows and make 'em say to you:

"I'm al-Qaida; will you stop tryin' to abuse me?"
Lyin' and prayin' will excuse me.
Abu Ghraib won't take me down.

Whatever I... whatever I am gonna say to you...
My alibi... is tellin' people "what bad apples do."
This Iraq mess... hanging around.
All these f**k-ups; polls slide down; it's so sh*tty.
I'm cast in this world as the Dumb One,
Not as Emperor of All, W.

I'll deny torture...
Can't really, really, really let 'em kno-o-ow.
Can't really, really, really let 'em kno-o-ow.

(instrumental break)

Hell for leather; war we have got, both together.
Together, hope things get much better.
It's W., W forever.
You know where Dick can be found?

I'll deny torture...
'Round the world, with terrorists ranging.
I'll deny torture...
This whole damned issue!

The Torturing One
(Sung to the tune of "Fortunate Son" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)
Satire based upon news reports leaked secret memos written in 2002 by White House lawyers that looked for excuses to ignore the Geneva Conventions and international law in order to avoid prosecution for war crimes and allow President Bush to do whatever he wants, including the condoning of torture around the world in his gulag of secret prisons

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(instrumental intro)

Prisoner porn, made just as a "gag."
Grunts said *M.I. made them do.
But their commands came straight from the Chief.
Press points the scandal at W.

(Bush sings:)
"It ain't me! It ain't me! I ain't to blame for what's done... done!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!"

Prisoner porn, condoned by command.
Guards couldn't help themselves, no.
All these attacks planned, "evening the score."
War's gone lousy; looks like Rummy failed, yes...

(Bush sings:)
"It ain't me! It ain't me! I ain't to blame for what's done... done!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!"

(instrumental break)

The press won't parrot Czar's addled lies
'Bout what we're fightin' for, for...
But do not ask him, "Why shouldn't Iraq live?"
'Cause his only answer's "War! War! War! War!

"It ain't me! It ain't me! It's what the military's done... done!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!
It ain't me! It ain't me! I'm not the Torturing One, no...!"

(repeat final line of refrain and fade)

[*M.I. = Military Intelligence]

Parody originally posted on March 9, 2003 - re-posted with new MIDI music - added 6/24/04, sent in from Australia by Denis (Thanks!)

War On Hussein
(Sung to the tune of "Morning Train (Nine To Five)" by Sheena Easton)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush makes up brand new warnings:
"I'm gonna go ahead.
A brand new day is dawnin' -
Saddam is all but dead."
Wants war to last forever, and no one to ask why.
Can't get his sh*t together; it's all Bush can try...

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

Bush thinks he's in a movie.
He's making cowboy taunts:
"No, France! I'll get what I want!
With me or against me - we will fight.
If you are against me, time to say good night..."

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

"He's crazed!" the world thinks of him; they protest him constantly.
The warhawk madness in him is rank lunacy.
Bush wants to off Hussein; he's heading for... a fight.
Squawks all day... to have his way, thinks only he is right...

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

Bush Baby makes war on Hussein.
War is just fine; Big Oil will gain.
Others will fight for him (no pain),
He'll whine impatient warnings.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Satire about the Bush's infamous prison torture scandals at Abu Ghraib in Iraq and secret detention centers around the world

Got Caught At Torture (They All Spun)
(Sung to the tune of "I Broke The Law (And The Law Won) by The Bobby Fuller Four)

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(instrumental intro)

Trapped in a box is the Dim Son.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

Rush thought was funny, "those guards had fun."
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

We blame Bush Baby, Iraq war's gone bad.
Scandal disgraced his run.
Well, he's the worst pRez we've ever had.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

Tortured people for what crimes? None.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

Dismiss Bush Baby's mob - every one.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental break)

We blame Bush Baby, Iraq war's gone bad.
Scandal disgraced his run.
Well, he's the worst pRez we've ever had.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.
Got caught at torture; they all spun.

(instrumental ending)

Satire about Ahmad Chalabi, who had conned Bush and the neo-cons about the supposed cakewalk invasion of Iraq

Bush Got Yanked By A. Chalabi
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" by James Cagney)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush got yanked by A. Chalabi
So in Iraq, our troops still die.
The neo-cons gambled when they sold their scam.
Attacked Iraq; lied 'bout why.

Chalabi thanks neo-con sweethearts.
Now he's cranky; the Bush Boy.
Bush's fools are in high dudgeon,
Propping up the phony.
Quagmire; cranky, the Bush Boy.

(repeat verses)

Shrub's Still Walking Down His Failed Road
(Sung to the tune of "I've Been Working On the Railroad")

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Shrub's still walking down his failed road
To Election Day.
Shrub's still walking down his failed road.
For his vast war crimes, he'll pay.

What are whistleblowers showing?
Crimes in Iraq: prisoner porn.
What has Bush's handlers pouting?
Signs of voter scorn.

Signs of voter scorn, signs of voter scorn.
Signs of voter showing scor-or-orn,
Signs of voter scorn, signs of voter scorn.
Signs of voter showing scorn.

Underlings keep snitchin' on Dubya.
Underlings keep snitchin' to sho-o-o-ow.
Underlings keep snitchin' on Dubya...
Bums like Dubya Bush must go.

De-fy... Dubya, and show.
De-fy... Dubya, and sho-o-o-ow...
De-fy... Dubya, and show...
Bums like Dubya Bush must go.

(repeat verses)

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.

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.

BUSHNOCCHIO

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)

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!

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)

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)

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)

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

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.

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."

"Remember, it's not important that we did torture these people. What's important is that we are not the kind of people who would torture these people." -Rob Corddry, The Daily Show

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'?!

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Wait for me!

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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."

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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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)

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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)

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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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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)

You gotta "hand" it to Bush...

Abu Ghraib
(Sung to the tune of "Abacab" by Genesis)

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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)

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.

Click HERE to download "The FCC Song" ("F**k You Very Much, Mr. Bush") by Eric Idle!

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.

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)

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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)

Note where the "WMD chicken" is sitting... is this where the Chickenhawk's brains come from?


Frat Boy sucks a lemon

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)

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)?

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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)

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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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.

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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...

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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)

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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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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...

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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)

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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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)

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)

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)