"I sometimes feel that Alfred E. Neuman is in charge in Washington." -Sen. Hillary Clinton (D-NY)

Bush still says No to Kyoto

Hey, Rove! Isn't it nice to be wanted?

Frog-march this toad to the hoosegow

"...I will not take the Plame -- er, blame"

A horse is a horse, of course, of course... but is he a pResident you'd endorse?!

I Won't Debate, 'Cause I'm King
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" from the Disney movie, "The Lion King")

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As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King

(instrumental intro)

I'm gonna be a right wing king; so enemies, beware!

(We've never seen a king who needs to cling to Tony Blair)

I'm gonna be a President
Like no king was before.
I'm brushing up my golden crown.
I'm working up more war!

(Shrub's war: an all-conspiring thing)

No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!

No one saying, "Boo, hiss!"
No one saying, "Be fair."
No one saying, "Drop that."
No one saying, "Be clear."
Free to goof around all day...
Free to do it all my way!

(He thinks war crimes have passed him by;
Deranged right from the start.)

Kings don't need advice,
'Cause all my press shills play their part.

(Look out just where Shrub's theocracy is headed.
There's no doubt - aren't you nervous? Drunk with apathy?
It's what his gang's about...
Pop's child is getting wildly far right wing.)

No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
Everybody hates Left!
Everybody loves Right!
Everywhere you look, I'm...
Hogging up the spotlight.

(You bet!)

I deflect heat by blowing smoke in rings...
World fears my every word, and bombs we fling...
I'm gonna be right wingers' finest thing...

No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
No, I won't debate, 'cause I'm king!
No, I won't debate... won't debate... 'cause I'm king!

Cranky Poodle Tony
(Sung to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Dandy" by James Cagney)

Satire about British Prime Minister Tony Blair, now ont he defensive, exposed by the leaked Downing Street memos as being a willing conspirator to lie to Bush's phony reasons for war on Iraq

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(instrumental intro)

Bush's cranky poodle, Tony...
A cranky poodle Brits despise.
Obsequious follower of Bush's scam:
War on Iraq, sold through lies.

Bush polls have tanked; we wished he'd depart
With Blair, Bush's poodle toy.
Bush's poodle sent from London
Words to hide the phony war scam through Bush's pseudo-ploy.

(repeat verses)

Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Shrub (Small Tree)

Song parody originally posted August 10, 2003...

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

As sung by Dubya, The Lyin' King:

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(instrumental intro)

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

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

(brief instrumental break)

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

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

(instrumental break)

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

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

(fade)

"...Every time, for every purpose: 9-11"

Song parody originally posted June 9, 2003

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

(As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:)

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(instrumental intro)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(instrumental fade)

Pack The Court
(Sung to the tune of "Rock The Boat" by The Hues Corporation)

With Sandra Day O'Connor retiring from the United States Supreme Court, and ailing Chief Justice William Rhenquist expected to follow, Bush's right wing base are yammering to pack the Supreme Court with right wing fundamentalists

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(instrumental intro)

Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...

Ever since the era of Shrub began,
So much sleaze spilled out like a gusher through this land.
Bush's "charm" is really rife with hypocrisy.
Bush didn't win, because the race defrauded you and me.

The Shrub's non-leadership has set in motion:
Wars now failing, human cargo tortured, crony promotion.

Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...

Up to now, he's failed; screwed every norm
Of human rights, when suspects are "rendered," get deformed.
Sleaze and greed have right wing strength, opposed to you
Our rights were stripped away through fear by Shrub, and he's not through.

The Shrub's non-leadership has set in motion:
Wars now failing, human cargo tortured, crony promotion.

Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
Bush is going nowhere; quagmired "motion."
He'll pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Court (our rights will be over)
Pack the Court (with right wing nut crazies)
Pack the Cour-our-our-ourt...

(repeat refrain and chorus - fade out)

One Battle, Two Battles
(Sung to the tune of "One Paddle, Two Paddle" by Don Ho)

Sandra Day O'Connor has recently announced her retirement from the United States Supreme Court, triggering a frenzy of political activity seeking to influence pResident Bush's nomination to fill her vacancy. Also looming is a future replacement for ailing Chief Supremo William Rhenquist

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One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left.
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.

Sandra Day O'Connor... will retire
From the Supreme Court.
Bush will pick a new judge... to serve a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's

One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.

Right wing wants more powers,
Still more powers; to force the way things go.
Supreme Court appointments... will last a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's

One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left
Future judges all must pass... their litmus test.

Rhenquist may retire... soon retire...
From the Supreme Court.
Bush will pick a new judge... to serve a lifetime.
Right Wing now says, "It's war!"
For it's

One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
Forces on the Right... hate those on the Left.
Future judges all must pass.... their litmus test.

One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.
One battle, two battles...
See battles... for the Supreme Court.

A Must-Read Essay!

Baby George in the Land of the Bubble People
By Phil Rockstroh, Online Journal

July 2, 2005—In the early 1970s, when George W. Bush was shirking his National Guard duties in Alabama, state Republican Party insiders tagged him with the moniker, "The Texas Soufflé," due to his habitual arrogance, ceaseless indulgence in braggadocio, and preening sense of privilege and entitlement...

http://www.onlinejournal.com/Commentary/070205Rockstroh/070205rockstroh.html

Nature abhors a vacuum(head)

Iraq Was Attacked
(Sung to "Little Grass Shack" by Don Ho)

Satire about the now-infamous Downing Street Memo from Britain, transcribed from a secret British prime minister meeting in July 2002, proving to the world that Bush had been intent on making war on Iraq, while he and Tony Blair cooked intelligence reports and spread fear-mongering lies to justify their illegal war.

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(instrumental intro)

Iraq was attacked by the Shrub and his pack
Through cooked intelligence and lying.
We know the neocons had lied,
'Cause the Downing Street memos said so.
World jeers at Bush the Czar's braying;
Heard him screech, "Let's go bomb now!"
Warmongers cheered his carnage and slaying,
Now neocons are roasted by reports they disavow.

War going wrong; polls have slipped;
Bush is failing, for war boner.
A land laid waste - Iraq "democracy"... (Bomb shelling sprees)
Bush justified his lyin' for his oil-grabbing ploy.
Iraq was attacked, 9-1-1 his decoy.

Iraq was attacked by the Shrub and his pack
Through cooked intelligence and lying...
Using voodoo from his cuckoos; they're the neocons,
Still spinning lies.

(instrumental break)

Iraq was attacked by the Shrub and his pack
Through cooked intelligence and lying.
We know the neocons had lied,
'Cause the Downing Street memos said so.
World jeers at Bush the Czar's braying;
Heard him screech, "Let's go bomb now!"
Warmongers cheered his carnage and slaying,
Now neocons are roasted by reports they disavow.

War going wrong; polls have slipped;
Bush is failing, for war boner.
Iraq had no nuke "terra" we could see... (Bomb shelling sprees)
Bush justified his lyin' for his oil-grabbing ploy.
Iraq was attacked, 9-1-1 his decoy.

Iraq was attacked by the Shrub and his pack
Through cooked intelligence and lying...
Using voodoo from his cuckoos; they're the neocons,
Still spinning lies.
Using voodoo from his cuckoos; they're the neocons,
Still spinning lies.

Bush's Smoking Gun
(Sung to the tune of "Smoking Gun" by Robert Cray)

Satire about the now-infamous Downing Street Memo from Britain, transcribed from a secret British prime minister meeting in July 2002, proving to the world that Bush had been intent on making war on Iraq, while he and Tony Blair cooked intelligence reports and spread fear-mongering lies to justify their illegal war.

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Neocons secretly signaled Saddam's fall (not on his own).
This right wing throng went oil stealing, with Bush sitting on the throne.
And so they passed over decisions; Bush Baby knew what they had done, yeah.
Now they're so afraid it will be found true; Downing Street Memo's a smoking gun.

Baby Bush can't pretend it; thousands were killed for what he'd done.
More blatant lies that he's selling, for bogus threats that will not come.
Bush's crew went hell for leather, made it so, for war; they're sleazy scum.
War crimes shown, by Blair and W; Downing Street Memo's a smoking gun.

(instrumental bridge)

His standing's now diminished; last November, Bush has just "won."
He can hear neocons whining; their lies remind us of Dim Son.
Despite the secrecy that's running; scandals are beating just like a drum.
Polls have knocked him down; he's takin' hits; Downing Street Memo's a smoking gun.

Downing Street Memo's a smoking gun.
(No mistakin' it)
Yes, that memo's a smoking gun.
(No mistakin' it)
That memo's a smoking gun.
(Knocked him down; takin' hits)

(fade)

What the Joking Punk says about the Smoking Gun...

Cracks In The Bush Mask... or the Portrait of Historian Nay

Prison Cells
(Sung to the tune of "Pearly Shells" by Hank Snow)

Satire about Amnesty International's recent human rights report blasting the Bush Administration for setting up a world-wide network of secret prisons, characterized as "America's Gulag."

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(instrumental intro)

Prison cells... 'cross the ocean.
Hidden from the sun... unseen foreign shore.
You won't see them...
That's the wish of W.
"Terr-ists" all, rendered to prison cells.

Seized from Afghanistan, Iraq;
The breach of law is surely true.
So long as war... ain't over...
For the Czar, more torture's what he'll do.

Prison cells... 'cross the ocean.
Hidden from the sun... unseen foreign shore.
You won't see them...
That's the wish of W.
"Terr-ists" all, rendered to prison cells.

(instrumental break)

Seized from Afghanistan, Iraq;
The breach of law is surely true.
So long as war... ain't over...
For the Czar, more torture's what he'll do.

Prison cells... 'cross the ocean.
Hidden from the sun... unseen foreign shore.
You won't see them...
That's the wish of W.
"Terr-ists" all, rendered to prison cells.

Memo From Downing
(Sung to the tune of "After The Loving" by Englebert Humperdinck)

Satire about the now-infamous Downing Street Memo from Britain, transcribed from a secret British prime minister meeting in July 2002, proving to the world that Bush had been intent on making war on Iraq, while he and Tony Blair cooked intelligence reports and spread fear-mongering lies to justify their illegal war.

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(instrumental intro)

News is stinging the creep - memo from Downing,
Proved Bush wrong; war promoted his way.
Hanging rope that Bush fears,
Secret words that the British had to say.

It's not hard to explain... everything Bush was dealing:
On its face, his war dream based on lies.
Yes, the Shrub tried too much,
To just pound his own choice; bullied his spies.

Planted fakes, TV;
Neocons' way, ripping Saddam.
They thank G.W.B.,
Still the Dumb One.

News is stinging the creeps - memo from Downing:
Big blowback on Blair for his lies;
And on Shrub; their disgrace is so real,
They're disowned by their own spies.

World knows that this song isn't saying... anything new.
But the memo from Downing... may kill the Shrub and crew.

(instrumental break)

News is stinging the creeps - memo from Downing,
Big blowback on Blair for his lies,
And on Shrub; their disgrace is so real,
They're disowned by their own spies.

World knows that this song isn't saying... anything new.
But the memo from Downing... may kill the Shrub and crew.

Some Now Chant Impeachment
(Sung to the tune of "Some Enchanted Evening" from the Rodgers & Hammerstein musical, "South Pacific")

Despite a general U.S. media blackout, the now-infamous Downing Street Memo has outraged the world as "smoking gun" proof that the Bush Administration was hell-bent on war as early as 2002, and had deliberately lied to Congress and the American people while fabricating bogus "evidence" to support their illegal war on Iraq. Democrats in Congress are now calling for a formal investigation of Bush, which could lead to his impeachment for high crimes.

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Some now chant "impeachment!"
Bush had hyped the danger.
Bush had hyped the danger,
"Saddam's destructive doom."

From Britain, we know
Bush wanted war when
His reasons were bogus,
So fraud was his plan.

Some now chant "impeachment!"
White House isn't laughing.
White House isn't laughing.
Downing Street Memo gloom.

Our troops died in fights
For neocons' schemes.
Iraq War disaster;
Insane are their dreams.

Bush won't explain it.
Bush won't tell you why.
Made up war reasons;
Won't admit his lie.

Some now chant "impeachment!"
There's no evidence of...
There's no evidence of...
"Saddam's destructive doom."

The White House still hides
Why Bush went alone.
Snuffed thousands of lives
For Iraq oil to own.

War crimes compounded;
Bush had made it so.
War crimes compounded;
Bush... had... made... it... so...

(instrumental ending)

Downing Street
(Sung to the tune of "Baker Street" by Gerry Rafferty)

Satire about the now-infamous Downing Street Memo from Britain, transcribed from a secret British prime minister meeting in July 2002, proving to the world that Bush had been intent on making war on Iraq, while he and Tony Blair cooked intelligence reports and spread fear-mongering lies to justify their illegal war.

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Won't go away, it's called Downing Street.
Iraq war dead laid at Bush's feet.
Just what did that memo say?
Bush was gonna have his way,
And he'd lied about everything.

Iraqi desert had contained black gold;
Oil cronies... were Bush's people, so war was pre-sold.
But it's taken us so long,
To find out Bush was wrong,
And he'd lied about everything.

The neocons thought war was so easy.
The world now thinks that Bush is so sleazy.
They're still lyin',
Still lyin' now.

After two years, Bush is still war-happy.
Still stokin' fear to keep you war-happy.
But Shrub's cryin'.
Shrub's cryin' now...

(instrumental break)

From Downing Street, words about what took place,
To justify war has caused these crooks much disgrace.
In Iraq, Bush cannot win,
And can't rely on spin,
And there's talk, "Let's impeach this king."

Neocons dream about rulin' more land,
Not going to... give up nor lose their extremist stands.
They hope things settle down, or their Shrub will lose his crown,
And regret if they lose their king.

But you know they'll always keep provin':
Though Bush ain't clever, spin keeps him movin'
Keeps his stolen,
Keeps his stolen throne.

More people wake up, parents in mournin'
Dim Son is whinin' 'bout dead troop mournin'
Flak growin'...
Flak growin' at home...

(long instrumental break and fade)

Pissed Off The Whole World, Bush's Band
(Sung to the tune of "He's Got The Whole World In His Hand")

Satire about Amnesty International's recent human rights report blasting the Bush Administration for setting up a world-wide network of secret prisons, characterized as "America's Gulag."

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Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole wide world, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

Gulag of torture discovered, Bush's band.
Gulag of torture discovered, Bush's band.
Gulag of torture discovered, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

Gitmo and Abu Ghraib prison, Bush's band.
Gitmo and Abu Ghraib prison, Bush's band.
Gitmo and Abu Ghraib prison, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

Outsourcing torture (rendition), Bush's band.
Outsourcing torture (rendition), Bush's band.
Outsourcing torture (rendition), Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

Ignored Geneva Convention, Bush's band.
Ignored Geneva Convention, Bush's band.
Ignored Geneva Convention, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

Denying liars, truth-twisters, Bush's band.
Denying liars, truth-twisters, Bush's band.
Denying liars, truth-twisters, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

War criminals are Bush Baby, and his band.
War criminals are Bush Baby, and his band.
War criminals are Bush Baby, and his band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole wide world, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.
Pissed off the whole world, Bush's band.

War Plan - Neocons' Sorrow
(Sung to the tune of "Man of Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys,
from the movie "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou")

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(Neocons' sorrow... through war craze.)

Their... failed war plan; neocons' sorrow...
Won't see trouble; just their way.
They... have done well, 'cause they were lucky.
Their Shrub can lie through scorn and phrase.
(Their Shrub can lie through scorn and phrase.)

For... five long years, they have caused trouble.
Oil treasures here... on earth they'd found.
Ruling the world, neocons gambled,
For their own ends; they've failed now.
(For their own ends; they've failed now.)

Shrub... n'er-do-well, is a war lover.
So don't expect... to see peace again.
'Cause Shrub's bound to ride... neocons' failed road.
While our troops die for his rich friends.
(While our troops die for his rich friends.)

Bush theocracy... helps him to rally
By spreading fear... to get his way.
Through bombs, they'll burn... and kill all others
Neocon creeps, through Bush, hold sway.
(Neocon creeps, through Bush, hold sway.)

Our nation's friends... think we're a danger;
Treaties Bush severed... torture, and gore.
Lies from Day One, excuses given...
What neocons... had sold for war.
(What neocons... had sold for war.)

New World Order
(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)

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(instrumental intro)

War at all cost; bombing far away lands,
To steal the oil beneath Iraqi sands.
Bush cronies greedy; Shrub was their answer;
The Bush Cabal wants the world to command...

Bush loves the rich; says, "Do things my way!"
His looney Far Right think they alone
Control what's happened; neocon dreaming.
Truth doesn't matter, and through Shrub, neocons crow:

"Through Bush, we'll make a new world order...
Through Bush, we'll make more war and boast.
Through Bush, we'll make a new world order...
We will take through arms, this world; U.N. is toast!

W... W... W... W...
Our new world order..."

(instrumental bridge)

Bush neocons; these creeps are running
This new world order just for the Right.
Shrub will deliver, or he'll just fake it.
More troops he'll bleed; use more arms to fight...

(Neocons:)
"Through Bush, we'll make a new world order...
Through Bush, we'll make more war and boast.
Through Bush, we'll make a new world order...
We will take through arms, this world; U.N. is toast!

W... W... W... W...
Our new world order..."

"Through Bush, we'll make a new world order...
Through Bush, we'll make more war and boast.
Through Bush, we'll make a new world order...
We will take through arms, this world; U.N. is toast!

W... W... W... W...
Our new world order..."

(repeat refrain and fade)

Their thumbs are brown...

A Disaster Is His Reign
(Sung to the tune of "Laughter In The Rain" by Neil Sedaka)

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(instrumental intro)

He's been dead wrong; countries loathe the Bush Baby.
Throughout his reign, he has screwed the poor.
No doubt, this dumb fella still boasts, with thin skin.
He'll still deliver dumb campaign lines.
Neocon "norms," as our land declines...

Boo!!! A disaster is his reign!
Talk in other lands says they hate the Shrub.
Boo!!! To the Shrub; keeps using ways
Of attacking us, where fear resides.

Focused on style, fascist theocracy;
Those who demur are dismissed, you see.
Fixed a repeat of his reign; 'til he leaves,
We're faced with sleaze; no one is surprised.
Swearing at Shrub is the world, despised.

Boo!!! A disaster is his reign!
Talk in other lands says they hate the Shrub.
Boo!!! To the Shrub; keeps using ways
Of attacking us, where fear resides.

(instrumental break)

Neocon "norms," as our land declines...

Boo!!! A disaster is his reign!
Talk in other lands says they hate the Shrub.
Boo!!! To the Shrub; keeps using ways
Of attacking us, where fear resides.

Boo!!! A disaster is his reign!
Talk in other lands says they hate the Shrub.
Boo!!! To the Shrub; keeps using ways
Of attacking us, where fear resides.

(repeat chorus and fade)

A Cold Fascist Thug
(Sung to the tune of "An Old Fashioned Love Song" by Three Dog Night")

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(instrumental intro)

Just a cold fascist thug, Shrub,
Propped by right wing radio.
Iraq prison abuse;
Just hear the sound of Dubya promising he'll never go.

More lies, you've heard him before,
As he slowly rambles on and on.
Through greed, Iraq was attacked,
Our troops, oil-stealing pawns.

Just a cold fascist thug, Shrub;
Stole his crown, wants world hegemony.
Just a cold fascist thug, Shrub;
Thinks he's pure, and chose theocracy.

Neocon dreams have spawned;
Bush listened to their scheming when the Right laid low.
It underscores his love affair with stubbornness when dealing
With what he don't know.

More lies, you've heard him before,
As he slowly rambles on and on.
Through greed, Iraq was attacked,
Our troops, oil-stealing pawns.

Just a cold fascist thug, Shrub;
Stole his crown, wants world hegemony.
Just a cold fascist thug, Shrub;
Thinks he's pure, and chose theocracy.

(repeat refrain and fade)

Bush Invasion Plan
(Sung to the tune of "Secret Agent Man" by Johnny Rivers)

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub's the man who keeps our troops in danger.
To serve Big Oil's greed, he's their arranger.
His every move is fake; a Rove-enhanced mistake.
Odds are we will see more war tomorrow.

Bush invasion plan...
Bush invasion plan...
Bush won't keep track of numbers,
Or remember dead troops' names.

He cares not what we say; made up his mind.
No WMD's will we ever find.
Says, "Be careful what you say,
Or I'll put you away."
Odds are we will see more war tomorrow.

Bush invasion plan...
Bush invasion plan...
Bush won't keep track of numbers,
Or remember dead troops' names.

(instrumental break)

Bush invasion plan...
Bush invasion plan...
Bush won't keep track of numbers,
Or remember dead troops' names.

Clinging to his stupid errors always;
He'll keep slayin' through his bombin' and his war craze.
Bush's polls now slide and slip
To press, gives evasive quips.
Odds are we will see more war tomorrow.

Bush invasion plan...
Bush invasion plan...
Bush won't keep track of numbers,
Or remember dead troops' names.

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Halliburton
(Sung to the tune of "Holly Holy" by Neil Diamond)

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Halliburton lies...
Schemes of W...
War time scam; what a scam,
No one believes in...
Halliburton.

Halliburton scheme...
Taunts by Cheney's crew.
Profits come;
Money runs, if you're a Bush shill.
Halliburton...

Right wing's wrong...
Right wing's wrong; dead wrong.
Right wing shouts...
Right wing wrongs...
Wrongs... wrongs... wrongs...
Iraq! Bombed Iraq!

Call Dim Son and ask him to go fight,
And fly planes that drop bombs from the sky.
Bush war plan: war time profits' height.
Cheney's main plan: oil is why.
Oil's why...
Oil's why...

Halliburton's role:
Faked receipts, reviled.
Corporate greed,
And misdeeds; our bills tomorrow.
Halliburton.

Right wing's wrong..
Right wing's wrong; dead wrong.
Right wing shouts...
Right wing wrongs...
Wrongs... wrongs... wrongs...
Iraq! Bombed Iraq!

Call Dim Son and ask him to go fight,
And fly planes that drop bombs from the sky.
Bush war plan; war time profits' height.
Cheney's main plan: oil is why.
Oil's why...
Oil's why...

Halliburton's role:
Faked receipts, reviled.
Corporate greed,
And misdeeds; our bills tomorrow.
Halliburton...

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BULLS(HIT)EYE

War Was Always On My Mind
(Sung to the tune of "Always On My Mind" by Willie Nelson)

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As sung by Warmonger Dubya Bush:

Neocons are friends of W;
Untold power, what they could have.
Neocons have their beliefs, too.
Their plans good; power they should have.

Iraq oil, I'll steal at their behest.
World can't stop me or my kind.
War was always on my mind.
War was always on my mind.

Neocons are really bold, too.
Just ignored laws 'bout war crimes.
Torture mess? I never told you.
Rummy's happy, grunts got slimed.

I'm a king, and what I've said gets done.
I want patriots all blind.
War was always on my mind.
War was always on my mind.

Rummy...
Rummy spins for me, I haven't lied.
Give me...
Give me war and keep my cronies satisfied.
Keep 'em satisfied.

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I'm a king, and what I've said gets done.
I want patriots all blind.
War was always on my mind. (War war always on my mind)
War was always on my mind.

John Bolton DISQUALIFIES HIMSELF for U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations (video footage of his own words!) Click on the kook to watch his own speech on the U.N.

The brain of... a neo-con? a Bush voter? Dubya Bush?

Bush's nomination of John Bolton for the post of U.S. ambassador to the United Nations is now apparently dead in the water after losing key support of several Republican senators over allegations of Bolton's abusive behavior towards past subordinates

Canned Nomination
(Sung to the tune of "Anticipation" by Carly Simon)

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Bolton's critics thought of him as brazen scum;
But he thinks he'll shout them all away.
His past blunders hit him; really had a cow.
Post he's chasing after now D.O.A.

Canned nomination...
Canned nomina-a-tion...
John Bolton's mistake:
This creep kept bera-a-a-a-a-a-ting.

Lies he'd sell you; how sleazy he is, like W.
That's how right wing smarm shields Shrub's nominee.
Had only cursory words for his spotlight.
What was he thinking about? How light his fight might be?

Canned nomination...
Canned nomina-a-tion...
John Bolton's mistakes...
This creep kept bera-a-a-a-a-a-ting.

And tomorrow, his fight may not be weathered.
He can't stop it; his votes going away.
So he'll try to keep on telling lies right now.
It's now quite clear: he's...
Bizarre, and right-wing crazed.
Bizarre, and right-wing crazed.
Bizarre, and right-wing crazed.
Bizarre, and right-wing crazed.

Coulter is skewered in my ANN COULTER SONG BOOK

Satire about House Majority Leader and former exterminator Tom DeLay (R-TX), under fire by even his own party for various ethical scandals

Bug Man
(Sung to the tune of "Taxman" by The Beatles)

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Getting hell, true, 'cause he's guilty. (Bug Man!)
Loves W's theocracy. (Bug Man!)
DeLay, the Bug Man...
Yeah, Tom, the Bug Man...

Was not content to rule it all. (Bug Man!)
Bush thank-you's will not brake his fall. (Bug Man!)
DeLay, the Bug Man...
Yeah, him, the Bug Man...

He went too far - and had to cheat (Bug Man!)
Had hissy fits - may lost his seat (Bug Man!)
His ethics polled - DeLay's dead meat (Bug Man!)
He should take a walk - admit defeat (Bug Man!)

Bug Man!
DeLay the Bug Man.
Yeah, Tom the Bug Man.

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Disaster when he called for "war." (Bug Man!)
With Schiavo's case, he tried to score. (Bug Man!)
DeLay the Bug Man.
Yeah, Tom the Bug Man.

May pay the price; hung out to dry (Bug Man!)
Can't carry any of his lies (Bug Man!)
DeLay the Bug Man.
Yeah, Tom the Bug Man.

Won't be working for the G.O.P.

Bug Man!

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War-Happy Together
(Sung to the tune of "Happy Together" by The Turtles)

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Warmongers, W and crew;
Just think about the way the Right avoided fights.
They're chickenhawks; it's war they love, not civil rights.
War-happy together...

More troops bein' called up, and more war crime.
Bush says "Iraq belongs to me - their oil is mine."
They're hated by the world, G.B.'s neo-con slime.
War-happy together...

War serves greed for Dubya's buddies and crew,
At cost of life.
"Democracy"? Bombs from the skies; Bush will rule,
At cost of life...

W and buddies see
Just what they want; they'll toss advice (you must agree)
The Chosen One is W, and Dick Cheney,
War-happy together...

War serves greed for Dubya's buddies and crew,
At cost of life.
"Democracy"? Bombs from the skies; Bush will rule,
At cost of life...

W and buddies see
Just what they want; they'll toss advice (you must agree)
The Chosen One is W, and Dick Cheney,
War-happy together...

Dub-ya, Dub-ya, Warmonger Dubya Bush destroying life.
Dub-ya, Dub-ya, Warmonger Dubya Bush destroying life.

W and buddies see
Just what they want; they'll toss advice (you must agree)
The Chosen One is W, and Dick Cheney,
War-happy together...

War-happy together...
War-happy together...
War-happy together...
War-happy together...
War-happy together...
War-happy together...

War-Happy
(Sung to the theme from "The Partridge Family")

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Dissed the world, Bush's throng; war they're bringing...
The Shrub's war-happy.
So loathed is the Shrub by this world; bombs he's flinging...
War makes him happy.

Neocon dreams have unraveled - no matter.
They're got the ear of Shrub, although they are complete frauds.
So whatever happens, their net worth just grows fatter.
They're war-happy, stealing oil from where they maraud.

Neocon throng is dead wrong, but they're clinging.
War makes them happy...
So loathed is the Shrub by this world; bombs he's flinging...
War makes them happy...
War makes them hap-py-y-y-y.

Like his previous visit during June 2004, Dubya's name was booed in Rome when it was announced on a giant television screen that he had arrived to attend the Pope's funeral. Meanwhile, Bill Clinton walked amongst crowds of spontaneously cheering Italians.

Dope Has Estranged
(Sung to the tune of "Home On The Range")

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Bush got booed in Rome, far away from his home.
He was there for the Pope's funeral day.
Bush seldom has heard an encouraging word,
He's despised, and the world hates his way.

Dope! Dope has estranged
The whole world through the words Bush did say.
Bush seldom has heard an encouraging word,
He's despised, and the world hates his way.

To Bushies, Shrub's pure; and they bless his decrees,
Though Bush freezes our freedoms and rights.
World thinks Shrub's deranged, for the way he's estranged
Other countries for his oil fights.

Dope! Dope has estranged
The whole world through the words Bush did say.
Bush seldom has heard an encouraging word,
He's despised, and the world hates his way.

Bush tried to grandstand; Schiavo's plight, flames were fanned;
Right wing eagerly shouted out screams.
Bush's neocons; got what they want through bombs.
They're elated by empire dreams.

Dope! Dope has estranged
The whole world through the words Bush did say.
Bush seldom has heard an encouraging word,
He's despised, and the world hates his way.

Brain-dead was his quest to keep Schiavo from rest
Fighting cultural wars, Bush got burned.
For votes, Rove thought clever, to pull religion's lever
Now they're bickering; dropped polls they've earned.

Dope! Dope has estranged
The whole world through the words Bush did say.
Bush seldom has heard an encouraging word,
He's despised, and the world hates his way.

How often the Right pushes extremes to fight,
To delight of their blithering czar.
The world stands amazed, at the Bushies, so crazed.
Bush's story: of greed gone too far.

Dope! Dope has estranged
The whole world through the words Bush did say.
Bush seldom has heard an encouraging word,
He's despised, and the world hates his way.

The Culture of Life
(Sung to the tune of "The Circle of Life" by Elton John, from the Disney movie, "The Lion King")

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Nowadays, Bush threatens our planet;
Unblinking, steps the Dim Son.
Through war he will preen; right wing vents its spleen.
War will do what's never been done.

They say, "Eat or be eaten."
Can't say, "Live and let live."
For right wing greed, pundits joined the stampede.
Right wing cannot take sh*t they can give.

It's their "Culture" of Life.
Wars that steal our fortune.
Right wing creeps like Feith;
Bush's band of dopes,
Tell us, "Keep your place."
Their doomed path unwinding;
So-called Culture... their "Culture" of Life.

DeLay cussed judges when Schiavo died;
Heard blunderbuss roars from the Czar.
Tom DeLay cussed; wailed 'bout his troubles.
Our troops have to live with their scars.

Gone far too much, Bush rakes in fear.
Kept us blind, yet war torture was found.
The Dim Son's polls were high.
He dropped bombs from the sky.
Iraq's fate was called when the Shrub was crowned.

It's their "Culture" of Life.
Wars that steal our fortune.
Right wing creeps like Feith;
Bush's band of dopes,
Tell us, "Keep our place."
Their doomed path unwinding;
So-called Culture... their "Culture" of Life.

Their doomed path unwinding
So-called Culture... their "Culture" of Life.

Bush's War Craze
(Sung to the tune of "I Wish" by Stevie Wonder)

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Look on back when Dubya
Was his rich old Poppy's bratty boy.
Shrub was in no hurry;
Never dreamed the world would be his toy.
Now as Prez, his war crimes
Make his zealots sing.
They are happy with the
Empire Bush would bring.

Snuck in through the back door:
Supreme Court judges (Daddy's friends) were fine.
Now as Prez, Shrub wants war,
Providing endless fear that he can mine.
Millions protest Bush bringing
Slaughter for oil prize.
Thinkin' up more whoppers;
Lies fool his sheep, so blind.

Bush's war craze... could... blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
Bush's war craze... could...blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
But Shrub loves them so...

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Evidence compelling:
'Bout Bush playin' God with the whole world.
Giving hell to W;
Everywhere, he's taunted throughout the world.
G.O.P. raised money for their smirking fool.
Buying votes is handy for the right wing's coup.

Jokin' bout war threats, while
All his right wing nasties caterwauled. (Bush, nasty boy!)
Speeches so deluded;
Special Plans, an Office he installed.
World wised up and learned that
These kinds of things ain't right.
But while Bush was doin' it;
Lies and "might makes right."

Bush's war craze... could... blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
Bush's war craze... could...blow back some more.
Neocon ways; these... nuts have to go!
But Shrub loves them so...

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This situation brought to you by the Bush administration...

"Culture of Life" Hypocrisy

While Bush energizes his looney right wing base...