Bush serenades the Super Dome

"Hey, Ma'am... Ah can sang the blues, too."

Poppy and Poppy Seed Catch A Big One In New Orleans

"Hey, Poppy... what'd ah catch, a levee bass?"

"When there is no vision - the people perish." -Al Gore, in the aftermath of Bush's Katrina Debacle

Denounced, The Despised Dim Son
(Sung to the tune of "House Of The Rising Sun" by The Animals)

Satire inspired by Dubya's criminal incompetence in remaining on vacation and bungled federal relief efforts while widespread death and destruction befell New Orleans in the wake of Hurricane Katrina

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(instrumental intro)

He is denounced in New Orleans;
We all despise Dim Son;
We must pin the ruin on Crawford's "chore boy."
Vacation King just spun.

Another bout of failure;
Fiasco by all means;
Didn't follow through or have a plan.
Drowned was New Orleans.

Shrub's a clueless king; a city bleeds;
When the levees broke, got sunk.
Yet he took his time, said he's satisfied
With the job Brown did, which stunk.

(organ solo)

Dead mothers and drowned children;
What our foolish leader's done.
Expended lives, spread sheer misery.
Bush denounced, despised Dim Son.

Bush is no good; you can't transform
His regime; which justs spreads blame.
You can't bring back old New Orleans.
Bush errors; lives were claimed.

He is denounced in New Orleans;
We all despise Dim Son;
We must pin the ruin on Crawford's "chore boy."
Vacation King just spun.

(instrumental ending)

Brown, Bush, & Chertoff - Criminally Negligent Bunglers

British TV flashes appropriate headline:
"BUSH: ONE OF THE WORST DISASTERS TO HIT THE U.S."

Nero Fiddled While Rome Burned; Dubya Strummed While New Orleans Drowned

pResident Bonehead & His Gang of Incompetents Cross The Unaware In New Orleans

Bush The Disaster Monkey Spins Again

Don't Bug Me - I'm On Vacation
(Sung to "Another Brick In The Wall - Part 2" by Pink Floyd)

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As sung by pResident Bush in Crawford, Texas, lamenting how his vacation was ruined this year

(instrumental intro)

Don't bug me - I'm on vacation.
Don't bug me 'bout flood control.
Where's Katrina? I can't come soon.
Need some ranch time, all alone.
Hey! Need some... ranch time, all alone!

Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.
Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.

Don't bug me - I'm on vacation.
Don't bug me 'bout flood control.
Where's Katrina? I can't come soon.
Need some ranch time, all alone.
Hey! Need some... ranch time, all alone!

Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.
Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.

(instrumental break)

Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.
Damn it all! New Orleans... put my polls in free fall.

(repeat refrain and fade)

While New Orleans drowns, Sec. of State Condi Rice shops for monstrously expensive shoes at Ferragamo's in New York

Imaginary "leadership" from the Master of Disaster

Bush to New Orleans: "Let Them Eat Cake"

Bush in New Orleans

Give Grover Norquist This New Orleans "Bathtub" To Swim In

Laid Low By PATRIOT
(Sung to the tune of "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot")

Satire about the loss of civil liberties and constitutional rights due to the misnamed U.S. PATRIOT Act

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Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Post 9-1-1 burden, the Bush monarchy:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
A band of zealots wants theocracy:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Who approved torture for war; guess who?
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Bush and rich friends, who had staged a coup.
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Bush has f*cked up; his polls are down.
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Iraq black hole, his regime spins 'round.
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.
Laid low... by PATRIOT:
Civil rights, suspended at home.

Take Him Out, In The Lord's Name
(Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ball Game)

Satire inspired by Pat Robertson's deranged call for U.S. special forces to assassinate Venezuela President Hugo Chavez, broadcast to millions on viewers on his "700 Club" television show

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As sung by Pat Robertson to his 700 Club audience, praying to "take out" Hugo Chavez (and not to dinner):

(instrumental intro)

Take him out, in the Lord's name.
Take him out, make us proud.
Hugo Chavez is a left wing hack.
Special Forces, find him and attack.
We should root, root, root for my fond dream.
If he stays there, it's our shame.
Get it done! Please, take out Chavez
In our grand Lord's name.

Iraq's Black Gold"
(Sung to the tune of "Heart Of Gold" by Neil Young)

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(instrumental intro)

Would Dubya give... his relatives...
For war; give lives up for Iraq's black gold?
Reasons supressed 'cause... Bush never gives
Regret for searching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.
War keeps on lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.

(instrumental break)

Bush rails at Hollywood... he thinks more deaths would,
Across the ocean, win Iraq's black gold.
More war's in his mind... Bush is no Einstein...
War keeps on lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.
War keeps on lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.

(instrumental break)

War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...

War keeps lurching for Iraq's black go-old...
Through the lies he sold.

Crappy Holiday
(Sung to "Happy Holiday" by Bing Crosby)

Satire inspired by Sidney Blumenthal's column "Bush's unhappy holidays: The presidential vacationer is being besieged" published in the UK Guardian

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As sung by the besieged Emperor Dubya Bush at his Crawford ranch:

Crappy holiday!
Crappy holiday!
What the media tells, keeps clinging:
Cindy Sheehan camp's a zoo.

Crappy holiday!
Crappy holiday!
She's my challenger; she's swinging.
Ruined my holiday; that's true.

Have to hide away reasons:
Our "noble cause" that is Iraq;
No carnage shown from right on the ground.
Cindy Sheehan is still in town.
My polls going down the toilet, down.
Going down the toilet, down.

Have to hide away reasons:
Our "noble cause" killed her boy.
We've made a good world; it's good to enjoy.
I just hate how she would annoy.
My polls going down the toilet, down.
Going down the toilet, down.

I launched a big attack upon I-raq
For my oil cronies, yessiree.
I'll need press puppies to stick, for my old trick:
"Bringing home democracy."

Have to hide away reasons
For just what we do, for the oil we hock.
I don't regret we banged up Iraq.
Nap time's exactly at 1 o'clock.
My polls going down the toilet, down.
Going down the toilet, down.

Crappy holiday!
Crappy holiday!
What the media tells, keeps clinging:
Cindy Sheehan camp's a zoo.

Crappy holiday!
Crappy holiday!
She's my challenger; she's swinging.
Ruined my holiday; that's true.

(repeat last verse and fade)

Robertson Called For Assassination
(Sung to the tune of "Just My Imagination" by The Temptations)

Satire inspired by Pat Robertson's deranged call for U.S. special forces to assassinate Venezuela President Hugo Chavez, broadcast to millions on viewers on his "700 Club" television show

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(instrumental intro)

Could say it's a window to what gets right wing asses hi-igh...
You say to yourself, "He's such a yucky gu-uy."
Public call for murder;
Right wingers' dream come true.
He appalled all the people in the world;
Spoke so wrongfully...

Robertson called for assassination...
Hugo Chavez won't flee.
Pat had called for assassination.
Hugo Chavez won't flee.

So, Pat was queried... just what did he mean?
Had he spoken for himself, or for our country?
He broke two laws, maybe three.
He'll tell you li-i-i-ies... won't realize at all.
He shouldn't try to scream what he feels; looney schemes.

Robertson called for assassination...
Hugo Chavez won't flee.
Pat had called for assassination.
Hugo Chavez won't flee.

(brief instrumental break)

Every night, on his knees, he'll pray:
"Dear Lord, hear my plea...
To Venezuela, go and take out that Chavez;
Let's see his regime di-i-ie.

Oh, that would be heavenly.
Force of arms foretold me.
Let's end Chavez' dynasty."
But in reality, Pat wants to murder coldly.

Called for assasination - once again...
Hugo Chavez won't flee.
Pat had called for assassina-a-tion.
Hugo Chavez won't flee.

Called for assasination.
Hugo Chavez won't flee.
Pat had called for assassina-a-tion.
Hugo Chavez won't flee.

(repeat refrain and fade)

Call On Our Special Forces
(Sung to the tune of "You Are My Special Angel" by Bobby Helms)

Satire inspired by Pat Robertson's deranged call for U.S. special forces to assassinate Venezuela President Hugo Chavez, broadcast to millions on viewers on his "700 Club" television show

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As sung by Pat Robertson, praying to "take out" Hugo Chavez (and not to dinner):

(instrumental intro)

Call on our special forces;
No, we shouldn't bluff.
May Bush smile down on me;
And with Chavez, get rough (get rough)
Call on our special forces;
Not, let's not play nice.
Send hit men, special forces.
No, we shouldn't think twice.

Such bile from his lips!
End Chavez' fun time.
Who cares if we lie? End his reign!
He says too much; causes us disgrace.
Like Castro, he is a pain!

Call on our special forces;
They're our guarantee...
Let's have our special forces
Take him out gracefully.

Such bile from his lips!
End Chavez' fun time.
Who cares if we lie? End his reign!
He says too much; causes us disgrace.
Like Castro, he is a pain!

Call on our special forces;
They're our guarantee...
Let's have our special forces
Take him out gracefully.
Take him out gracefully.

I Don't Fear You, Mr. Robertson
(Sung to the tune of "Mrs. Robinson" by Simon & Garfunkel)

Inspired by Right wing televangelist Pat Robertson, who openly called for the assassination of Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez on his television show, an incident which has embarassed the Bush administration and sparked international outrage

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As sung by President of Venezuela Hugo Chavez:

(instrumental intro)

I don't fear you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus loathes your call for me to "go"... on your show...
Your mind's diseased, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who'd pray... to go slay...
Me, you'd slay?!

Your right wing show exposed a bit about you and your style.
Your right wing base has earned much for yourself.
Look around you, what you've said has made you quite despised.
So, you've found no grounds to threaten me from home.

I don't fear you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus loathes your call for me to "go"... on your show...
Your mind's diseased, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who'd pray... to go slay...
Me, you'd slay?!

(brief instrumental break)

Trying and denying hate just fills your TV shows;
World isn't laughing at your mistakes.
Now expressing regret for your Robertson Hot Air?
Now appalled that your appeal is on the skids?

Just look at you, Mr. Robertson.
Jesus loathes your call for me to "go"... on your show...
Your mind's diseased, Mr. Robertson.
Heaven holds no place for those who'd pray... to go slay...
Me, you'd slay?!

Spitting on our poor folk are you Yanqui right wing loons.
Bush will soon be handed his grim fate.
Gaffe you shouted, can you doubt it?
You're now on the news.
Every way you look at this, you lose.

You're nose is long as Pinocchio.
Your nation turns on and despises you... you cuckoo...
What's that you say, Mr. Robertson?
You want special forces sent my way? That's okay?!
That's okay?!

(instrumental fade)

"Robertson's full name is : Marion Gordon "Pat" Robertson. If you shuffle the letters, you get:

GOD'S NO-PAIN TERROR ROBOT-MAN"

-Oscar Heck, Attribution

Bush attempts to distance himself from Robertson's call to assassinate Venezula President Hugo Chavez

Pat Robertson on his "700 Club" TV show calls for the assassination of Hugo Chavez, President of Venezuela... The devil, as they say, is in the details

“You know, I don’t know about this doctrine of assassination, but if he thinks we’re trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it. It’s a whole lot cheaper than starting a war, and I don’t think any oil shipments will stop… We have the ability to take him out, and I think the time has come that we exercise that ability. We don’t need another $200 billion war to get rid of one, you know, strong-arm dictator. It’s a whole lot easier to have some of the covert operatives do the job and then get it over with.”
- Pat Robertson, Wednesday, August 24, 2005

“I didn’t say ‘assassination.’ I said our special forces should ‘take him out.’ ‘Take him out’ could be a number of things including kidnapping.” [You meant special forces will "take out" Chavez to dinner, right, Pat?]
- Pat Robertson, Thursday, August 25, 2005

“Is it right to call for assassination?” Robertson said. “No, and I apologize for that statement. I spoke in frustration that we should accommodate the man who thinks the U.S. is out to kill him.”
- Pat Robertson, later on Thursday, August 25, 2005

Casey's Mom Asked Me What Noble Cause
(Sung to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" by Jimmy Boyd)

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The explanation that the Crawford Coward refused to give to Cindy Sheehan, as sung in private by Bush:

(instrumental intro)

Casey's mom asked me "What noble cause?"
Underneath Iraq sits oil (crude light).
I would not with her speak.
I'm a king and she's a freak.
She thought that I had f**ked up;
So my war, I'll have to tweak.

As I said, this war is a noble cause.
Underneath, I fear I'll lose this fight.
How they'd laugh if Cindy wins;
Have to slime her by all means!
Iraq War's a noble cause; that's right!

(brief instrumental break)

Casey's mom asked me "What noble cause?"
Underneath Iraq sits oil (crude light).
I would not with her speak.
I'm a king and she's a freak.
She thought that I had f**ked up;
So my war, I'll have to tweak.

As I said, this war is a noble cause.
Underneath, I fear I'll lose this fight.
How they'd laugh if Cindy wins;
Have to slime her by all means!
Iraq War's a noble cause; that's right!

I've Got To Blow Off Cindy
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)

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As sung by the Dubya the Crawford Coward:

I'm freakin' out - feel tight in my airway.
Her freakin' name is still on the air.
Polls going down; vacation's been painful.
I've got to blow off Cindy!

Her trip has routed me; I feel sh*tty.
Riled up my neighbors, most whom love me.
Sowed seeds of doubt 'bout my war - bad omen.
I've got to blow off Cindy!

Hit Cindy with swarms of lies!
Re-hash my sound bites; disguise.
But Cindy still clings and tries
Drawing boo-Bush crowds...
Drawing boo-Bush crowds...

(instrumental break)

Hit Cindy with swarms of lies!
Re-hash my sound bites; disguise.
But Cindy still clings and tries
Drawing boo-Bush crowds...
Drawing boo-Bush crowds...

Her trip has routed me; I feel sh*tty.
Riled up my neighbors, most whom love me.
Sowed seeds of doubt 'bout my war - bad omen.
I've got to blow off Cindy!

(repeat final verse and fade)

Thousands show up for Anti-Bush protests led by Rocky Anderson, Mayor of Salt Lake City, in the "red" state of Utah

Crosses Got Run Over By The Brain-Dead
(Sung to the tune of "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" by Elmo & Patsy)

Satire about Larry Northern, a 59-year old Waco, Texas man arrested by police, accused of using his pick-up truck to run over white crosses erected by Bush protestors to commemorate U.S. soldiers killed in Iraq

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(instrumental intro)

Crosses got run over by the brain-dead;
Larry Northern saw them and got peeved.
"Cindy should go home!" the Bushies' mantra.
These chickenhawks disgust the parents who grieved.

Bush ain't thinkin' 'cause of brain fog.
Cindy Sheehan's courage did show
Through supporters' dedication
For their loved ones killed in war; with her they'd go.

Crosses got run over by the brain-dead;
Larry Northern saw them and got peeved.
"Cindy should go home!" the Bushies' mantra.
These chickenhawks disgust the parents who grieved.

Vandalism was their warning;
All who dissent, they attack.
They'd leave boot prints on our war dead.
Loud obfuscation, hallmarks of this pack.

Crosses got run over by the brain-dead;
Larry Northern saw them and got peeved.
"Cindy should go home!" the Bushies' mantra.
These chickenhawks disgust the parents who grieved.

Standing tall, these crowds in Crawford.
Bush, not taking this so well.
Right wing pundits making catcalls;
Live in fear and prayin' hard, in case Bush fell.

Right wing's pissed off; hear Rush Limbaugh.
Telling scams, pressing attacks.
But Bush just can't help but blunder.
The momentum will not shift, what if Bush cracks?

Crosses got run over by the brain-dead;
Larry Northern saw them and got peeved.
"Cindy should go home!" the Bushies' mantra.
These chickenhawks disgust the parents who grieved.

Bush's looneys are unable
To free their pRez; stuck like a pig.
Thousand vigils with lit candles
Have them outmatched; this issue got so big.

Not all Bush's Crawford neighbors
Cheer the blood Bush has spilled.
Larry Northern's show of violence
Has now desecrated graves of our troops killed.

Crosses got run over by the brain-dead;
Larry Northern saw them and got peeved.
"Cindy should go home!" the Bushies' mantra.
These chickenhawks disgust the parents who grieved.

Crosses got run over by the brain-dead;
Larry Northern saw them and got peeved.
"Cindy should go home!" the Bushies' mantra.
These chickenhawks disgust the parents who grieved.

I Am Gonna Ride My Bike Today
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through the Park One Day")

As sung by pResident Bush, who, after repeatedly avoiding Cindy Sheehan in Crawford, is going biking with Lance Armstrong on August 20, 2005:

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I am gonna ride my bike today.
Cindy Sheehan just gets in my way.
Her mistake; her son's demise;
So how dare she criticize!
What's important is my war; please go away.

Hostile - the public's turned on me.
All I get in Crawford is more heat!
On horseback, I'm happy as can be.
Riding bikes with Lance, I can retreat... Nah!

Spin in media is falling flat.
That Sheehan has lit a spark.
But I still have no regrets
In Iraq, we went kaboom!
We must win all wars I choose us to embark.

Even Hell has its standards
Bush's image is featured in commercials for Hell Pizza Deliveries in New Zealand, with several slogans that include "Hell: Too Good For Some Evil Bastards," and "Even Hell Has Its Standards."

Get Along Home, Cindy
(Sung to the tune of "Cindy" by The Kingston Trio)

Satire about pResident Bush's refusal to meet with Cindy Sheehan (whose son Casey was killed in Iraq in the war that Bush started) while vacationing at his Prairie Chapel Ranch in Crawford, Texas

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:

I fished at Prairie Chapel,
And chopped wood from a tree.
I will not meet her; Cindy blasts me
On the news, I see.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

My fans like my religion,
And they support my war.
Now there's no place that I can go
Where grieving parents aren't sore!

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

She said she wants to see me;
My war had killed her son.
Protestors now surround me.
Vacation time's soon done.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

Protestors hoot and holler;
Accuse me of war crime.
The press should bar or hide her,
'Cause she's yapping all the time.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

For the last time, go tell Cindy
I won't see her, nor look.
My war's gone south, with more troops dead
My poll support's been shook.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
Get alone home, Cindy, Cindy...
To win my war, need time.

Support Our Troops - Impeach Bush

Unaccountable
(Sung to the tune of "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole)

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As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush:

Unaccountable... 'cause I'm the Czar.
Unaccountable... that's how kings are.
Never wrong; can't do a thing to me.
Power bought does wondrous things for me
Never before has someone been more...

Unaccountable... I'll get my way.
Through forever-war, that's how I'll stay.
I've got problems unsurmountable.
So what? I'm still unaccountable.
Bush fans think I'm unaccountable, too.

(instrumental break)

Unaccountable... I'll get my way.
Through forever-war, that's how I'll stay.
I've got problems unsurmountable.
So what? I'm still unaccountable.
Bush fans think I'm unaccountable, too.

John Bolton as Capt. Kook

Bush's "Abcess Appointment" of Revoltin' Bolton

Blind To Treason, They Deceive
(Sung to the tune of "Reason To Believe" by Rod Stewart)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush, we've listened long enough to you.
You'll make up ways to believe bullsh*t's all true.
For war, 'cause you lied, straight-faced, thousands died.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.

Dim one like you... makes it hard to live without... Turd Blossom's help.
Dim one like you... with a mind like a sieve; going it alone, all by yourself.

U.N. gave you time to change your mind,
You found the way to leave bomb blasts behind.
For war, 'cause you lied, straight-faced, thousands died.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.

(instrumental break)

Dim one like you... makes it hard to live without... Turd Blossom's help.
Dim one like you... with a mind like a sieve; going it alone, all by yourself.

Bush, we've listened long enough to you.
You'll make up ways to believe bullsh*t's all true.
For war, 'cause you lied, straight-faced, thousands died.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.

Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.
Bushie crooks are blind to treason; they deceive.

We'll Sing Of Dim Son's Crimes
(Sung to the tune of "We'll Sing In The Sunshine" by Gale Garnett)

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(instrumental intro)

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

We'll never like W.
The boss named Shrub's too weird.
The world does not like W,
'Cause he's far worse than they feared.

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

He doubted global warming,
On issues, Shrub's far right.
He made life here quite gloomy.
While starting wars to fight.

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

Shrub's daddy once told to him:
"Start a war - you'll be a man."
Iraq attacked, faked issues;
Now he's targeting Iran.

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Until he goes away.

And when Shrub's term has ended,
And he has gone away.
Send off this twit to Crawford,
And this is what we'll say:

We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Blast him every way.
We'll sing of Dim Son's crimes.
Hooray! He's gone away!

(instrumental ending)

"... Miss Liberty, we're going to take your crown and fashion a good dog collar out of it."

"... Mr. McClellan, how many times have you lied at today's press conference?"


Watching Scotty's Woe
(Sung to the tune of "Watching Scotty Grow" by Bobby Goldsboro)

Satire about beleagered White House Press Secretary Scott McClellan, facing an increasingly hostile and unconvinced press corps while trying to spin the Karl Rove Treasongate scandal

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(instrumental intro)

Having fits, said again, "Rove did nothing bad."
Press knows it's been had.
That's his ploy.

Yellow-cake from Niger to Baghdad?
Lied more than a tad!
Bush war ploy.

Press conference on TV, more than slight flubs...
"Rove's my source," Matt Cooper's words show.
White House smear; on reporters, used fear.
War bluster, right wing radio.
Hiding Rove's crime, we're watching Scotty's woe.

Making a case for war to bomb Iraq...
Bombs awe and shock.
Bush war ploy.

Bush White House rapidly losing stock,
'Cause of laws they mocked.
Bush war ploy.

In five short years,
Surplus gone, to pay the richest.
On Wilson, declared war; Plame scandal will grow
Saddam Hussein removed for oil gain.
McClellan pony show;
And he's sitting there whining...
Let's watch Scotty's woe.

Rode in on Daddy's shoulders; Shrub is brain-dead.
World filled with dread.
Bush war ploy.

Press won't carry Bush's water; won't have stories read
Innocence, Rove pled
That's his ploy.

Rove Treasongate drama,
Bush hit by a perfect storm.
Well, there goes his place...
The place where his history will go.
But Scott will say, "Let's cheer."
Press flaying all his errors and spin to show...

Bush ain't God.
Watching Scotty's woe.
Bush ain't God.
Watching Scotty's woe.

Bush Brain Running
(Sung to the tune of "Long Train Running" by The Doobie Brothers)

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(instrumental intro)

Backed into a corner;
Scandal still is here.
You see Rove (Bush-Brain) runnin'...
Spinnin' lies, driven by fear.

Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?

Plame stories were too juicy;
Unstopped by Bush's hacks.
Revenge on Joe Wilson's family,
It's the truth that Bush attacks.

Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?

(instrumental break)

Bush White House is Scandal Central.
For defense, used right wing hate.
Gonna keep on pushing more lies.
For Rove, it's much too late.

Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove?

Resistance keeps on burnin'
Bush's polls keep goin' down.
Bush war plan failed, reputation scarred
Scandals pile upon his crown.

Without Rove...
Where would Bush be by now?
Without Ro-o-ove...
Ooh... where would Bush be by no-o-ow?

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Pink Elephants On Parade
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Rove, Rove, Rove, You Gloat

Rove, Rove, Rove, you gloat;
Revenge was your scheme.
Scarily, scarily, scarily,
Lie for Bush's team.

"Rove Is Toast" quote:
"If I was Karl Rove I'd be worried. The Grand Jury will indict a Ham Sandwich, and Karl is a Pig!"
— Progressive Talk Radio host Randi Rhodes, July 2005

You're Shrub's Brain
(Sung to the tune of "You're So Vain" by Carly Simon)

Satire about pResidential Advisor Karl "Turd Blossom" Rove, known as "Bush's Brain," now being investigated by U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald for his role in leaking the identity of covert CIA operative Valerie Plame, as revenge against her husband, Ambassador Joe Wilson, who opposed the Iraq War

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(instrumental intro)

Rewarded... by your party
For bein' a hatchet man, 'cause Bush knows squat.
Used leaks; strategically ripping foes with lies;
All those who opposed your plots.
An exposed spy made it clearer that
A leopard won't change spots

To rule the world, the Bush Team calls you "partner,"
Team calls you "partner" 'cause...

You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...

You had leaked several years ago,
Plame's name, when you got so peeved.
When Joe Wilson had said, "Yellowcake's not there."
For war, world was deceived.
You caused things to sway for King named Shrub,
Thought you'd get off scot-free.

Your right wing dreams were like drugs in your coffee,
Drugs in your coffee, 'cause...

You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...

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Your right wing dreams were like drugs in your coffee,
Drugs in your coffee, 'cause...

You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...

After you had blabbed secrets to Robert Novak,
You, of course, naturally spun.
But you blew it; press will not... roll over for ya.
Polling apocalypse for the Dim Son!
Jail's where you should be for your crime.
That's where you'll rot (we wish),
For outing a spy, who's the wife of Joe Wilson,
Wife of Joe Wilson, so...

You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
You're Shrub's brain.
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you,
Out you, out you...

You're Shrub's brain...
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you...
You're Shrub's brain...
You think Fitzgerald's wrong, seeking out you...

(repeat final refrain and fade)

Rove Propaganda
(Sung to the tune of "Copacabana" by Barry Manilow)

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(instrumental intro)

His name is Dubya - pissed off the whole world.
Claimed, "Yellowcake is everywhere, so we must bomb Saddam's lair!"
Lies fabricated, bullsh*t and ca-ca...
And while he tried to be the czar, Karl always went too far.
Rove's boss would start a war, and Rove was keeping score,
While slinging dung to provide Bush cover.
What is Rove there for?

Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda),
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... for "Hero" Shrub.
(Rove, yeah... Rove propaganda...)

Plame's name was leaked, so... Rove could remind us
Warmonger Shrub's foreign affairs needed liars just like Blair.
Law was diminished, when Rove ran over...
Joe Wilson; revenge went too far, Rove has failed to shield his czar.
Soon verbal punches flew, from press to Bush's crew.
Iraqi blood and a smoking gun plot; people now see through...

Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda),
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... No "Hero," Shrub...

Rove, yeah... Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," Bush was refashioned...

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The name of Dubya... hated by whole world.
He has a few more years to go, as a lame duck full of woe.
Turd Blossom hissed, "No!" - denied involvement.
But the big mess he made was aired;
Tarred and feathered, Rove's affair.
Though Rove was Bush's mind, we think hate made him blind.
Rove hates the truth; propping up a phony.
Jail him and his kind.

Ban Karl Rove, yeah! (Rove!) Rove propaganda (propaganda)...
Reads like Downing Street memoranda (lies)...
Karl Rove, yeah! Rove propaganda...
Misused "compassion," for Bush, Rove refashioned...
A makeover... Downfall for Shrub...

Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...
Downfall for Shrub...

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Quagmire then, qWagmire now...

Rove claims HE'S the victim!?

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THE OFFICIAL KARL ROVE INDICT-O-METER


Tell Bush this would be "Mission Accomplished"

Rove, hiding in Cheney's secret bunker...

Rove Really Was So Bitter
(Sung to the tune of "Nobody Does It Better" by Carly Simon, from the James Bond movie, "The Spy Who Loved Me")

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Rove really was... so bitter.
He was real mad - couldn't rest.
Rove and the staff of... dumb King W...
Sadists towards a "pest."

Bushies were cookin'... intelligence roundly,
Which they tried to hide from the news spotlight.
Bush, Joe Wilson critiqued;
A spy then Rove leaked.
He's keepin' our spy secrets safe? Yeah, right!

Yeah, Rove really was... so bitter.
Bush war crimes relished, 'cause they could.
Rove really loves it - spite, from W.
Fire his ass, he is no good.

The way that he boldly
Sought vengeance so coldly;
He's run out of magic; we're still lied to.
From law, Rove is runnin,'
Fitzgerald is a-comin,'
Rove should burn,
And screw you, King W.

Yeah, Rove really was... so bitter.
He was real mad - couldn't rest.
Rove and the staff of... dumb King W...
Sadists towards a "pest."

Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."
Sadists towards a "pest."

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Stop lying, Rove

Shrub is allergic to the truth

Leak scandal dogs Karl Rove...

Ain't Quittin' From The Docket Today
(Sung to the tune of "Sittin' On The Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding)

Ailing Chief Justice William Rhenquist has announced publicly that he was not yet ready to follow Sandra Day O'Connor into retirement from the United States Supreme Court, which inspired this parody...

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As sung by Chief Justice William Rhenquist to the American public:

(instrumental intro)

Quittin' when my term ain't done?
No, I ain't quittin', though it might please some.
Judgeships aren't all the same.
On my watch, I want to play again.

Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...

I made sure the law's aimed towards ya...
Headin' off permissive ways.
Ain't got nothin' if you're poor.
Crooks get nothin' if they're locked away.

Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...

(Bridge:)
Looks like Supreme Court's gonna change.
And if I quit, then I'd be the one to blame.
I'm Chief Justice; you can't tell me what to do.
So, I'll stay here and just stake my claim.

Won't quit; I fear deep in my bones:
The conservatives won't leave me alone.
Court make-up must not roam.
I'll stay in this docket, my "home."

Ain't quittin' from the docket today,
Unlike my colleague, Sandra Day.
Ain't quittin' from the docket today.
I'll take my ti-i-i-ime...

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Crimes And Treason
(Sung to the tune of "Rhymes And Reasons" by John Denver)

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(instrumental intro)

Their unspeakable sheer madness:
Endless war and nuclear winter.
Fear that is within you now,
Used to achieve their ends.

For their schemes, they'll hatch new scapegoats.
Bush the Dope and all his rotten
Cabal of fat cats bleed us now
For billionaires, their friends.

Bushies blunder while they're crowing;
Commit crime, commit treason.
Forcing what we don't accept,
Using fear to reign us in.
Bush seeks to treat us all like children...
His disgraceful use of power, lies, and spin.

Bush's brethren hold much power;
Hate resisters and all others.
Disaster from their thuggishness;
Shrub jeered by crowds today.

More bad news for Bush is mountin' -
He's discovered just how painful.
What he's promised for the future:
Be more right wing than today.

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So our cities start to crumble;
Infrastructure falls around us.
Dim Son, on us, is raiding
All our gold for his war spree.

War attrition in the desert
Of Iraq, that's where Bush leads us.
Grabbed their land, but not their hearts;
Oil pumped from there for free.
Bombing innocents, and busting
Our free speech, by Shrub's decree...

Bush's brethren hold much power;
Hate resisters and all others.
Disaster from their thuggishness;
Shrub jeered by crowds today.

Bush's throng, to him, are clinging,
With the faith of True Believers:
"How dare they defy us!?
Screw their kind! We'll have our way!"

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Karl Rove, the Goat, Is Sore
(Sung to the tune of "Michael, Row The Boat Ashore")

Satire about the scandal engulfing Bush advisor, Karl Rove, who was named as the source that leaked the identity of covert CIA operative Valerie Plame, as petty revenge against her husband, Ambassador Joseph Wilson, who exposed the Bush Administration's lies about Nigerian yellow cake uranium, used to justify an illegal war on Iraq

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Karl Rove, the goat, is sore.
What a lo-ser!
Karl Rove, the goat, is sore.
What a lo-o-ser!

Spy exposed by Karl Rove.
What a lo-ser!
Spy exposed by Karl Rove.
What a lo-o-ser!

Press compels for full details.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Press compels for full details.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.

There's nowhere this creep can hide.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Scandal's deep, as Bush polls slide.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.

What Rove did was petty and cold.
Rove's a lo-ser.
Protects Bush from truth bein' told.
Rove's a lo-o-ser.

Karl Rove is really sore.
What a lo-ser!
Karl Rove is really sore.
What a lo-o-ser!

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It's A Crime And It's Treason
(Sung to the tune of "Time Of The Season" by The Zombies)

Satire about top Bush advisor Karl Rove, who has been named as the source of the treasonous 2003 leaking of the identity of covert CIA spy Valerie Plame, in order to extract petty revenge on her husband, Ambassador Joseph Wilson, for exposing the Bush Administration's false stories about yellow cake uranium and ties to Iraq, used to justify Bush's unprovoked war on Iraq

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It's a crime... and it's treason...
Karl Rove denies...
But this time, he was extra sleazy.
Outed a spy, for sheer vengeance.

Mistake; where can he run to?
Have him canned!
Expose what he has done:
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...

Thuggish game (thuggish game)...
Bush's caddy (Bush's caddy)...
(Rove just itched) Rove just itched to plea-ease.

His mistaken (his mistaken)
Vicious crime (vicious crime)
(Has blown) Has blown cover spies need to live.

Rove thought he was holy (Holy sh*t)
Rove really has to go-o...
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...

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Thuggish game (thuggish game)...
Bush's caddy (Bush's caddy)...
(Rove just itched) Rove just itched to plea-ease.

His mistaken (his mistaken)
Vicious crime (vicious crime)
(Has blown) Has blown cover spies need to live.

Rove thought he was holy (Holy sh*t)
Rove really has to go-o...
It's a crime, and it's trea-ea-son, what Rove did...

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