Bush's Polls Smell Worse Than Elephant Dung

Do The Math...

Dud, with a capital "D"

... No, not with all that blood on his hands.

My Approval's Down To 34 - It's Time To Start Another War

The Sock Puppet Regime

"DUBYA and his REICH WING

Here are a few things to remember about DUBYA and his REICH WING.
Iraq is to Poland as DUBYA is to Adolf.

It is, however, insulting to compare DUBYA to Hitler.
DUBYA is far more destructive, evil and stupid."

Source: http://leapingrealeyes.blogspot.com/2006/03/dubya-and-his-reich-wing.html Read his list of 86 Bush scandals.

THE BUSHIT BRIGADE: Wrong About EVERYTHING in Iraq

How To Get A Conservative To Lie

Bush's Bastard Child: The Iraq War

It's Groundhog Day - It's 2003 All Over Again

Dunce Cap, His Crown
(Sung to the tune of "Cathy's Clown" by The Everly Brothers)

Click HERE for MIDI music

Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.

Bush thought he'd stand tall.
His oil war plan trumps all.
But we all know he's selling lies;
Jailing those who criticize.
We should demand his fall.

Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.

Power seized by spreading fear.
Only right wing dunces cheer.
Don't you think their kind are mad?
Bush stole his seat by hanging chad;
Grabbing power he won't share.

Don't want the Shrub's... Iraq war.
World boos and hisses, that's for sure.
Folks die each time... his bombs rain down.
Clearly dumb; dunce cap, his crown.

Dunce cap, his crown...
Dunce cap, his crown...
Dunce cap, his crown...

(fade)

Iraq Gets Bombed, For Distraction
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)

Click HERE for MIDI music

As sung by Emperor Dubya to his dwindling crowd of supporters, while desperately trying to keep U.S. voters distracted by advocating more war, with a massive new bombing attack on Iraq

(instrumental intro)

Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)

I'm connivin' for more war,
Which I'd planned 'cause I'm an oil whore.
I'm selling you war, more war,
Based on some useless information,
Designed to save my administration.

Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!

Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)

What you're watchin' on TV:
Propaganda oh-so-stealthy, but facts are irking me.
And I've hidden my plans with mirrors and smoke.
I've gutted democracy.

Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!

Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)

I'm despised now around the world,
People boo and hiss, and I have to scat.
While I'm hidin' like a squirrel, Rove tells me,
"Sir, you'll need a comeback, or you'll look weak,
'Cause your polls are on a losing streak!"

Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey, hey!
Let's bomb today!

Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Iraq gets bombed, for distraction.
Folks will die... folks will die... folks will die... folks will die...
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)
Iraq gets bombed... (guitar riff)

Bombed for distraction...
Bombed for distraction...

(fade)

I'm Just Wild About Mary
(Sung to the tune of "I'm Just Wild About Harry" by Judy Garland)

Inspired by new reports that porn star Mary Carey (who ran for Governor of California for the GOP) will be meeting personally with President Bush; no doubt, causing some of his religious right base to have a holy cow. As sung by Emperor Dubya:

Click HERE for MIDI music

I'm just wild about Mary
And Mary's just wild about me.
Though my base just hisses 'bout Porn Misses;
Made ill by what they'd see.

We'll meet for dinner, so handy.
It's all 'bout money, can't you see?
Oh, I'm just wild about Mary.
And she's just wild about me.

(instrumental)

Now, I'm just wild about Mary.
And she's just wild about me.
My base just hisses 'bout Porn Misses;
Made ill by what they'd see.

Say, now...
We'll meet for dinner, so handy.
It's all 'bout money, can't you see?
Oh, I'm just wild about -
She ain't no girl scout...
She's just wild about me.

I Aimed Wild And Hit Harry
(Sung to the tune of "I'm Just Wild About Harry" by Judy Garland)

As sung by Deadeye Dick Cheney, who nearly killed fellow hunter and Republican lawyer Harry Whittington with an errant shotgun blast while on a canned quail hunt at a private Texas ranch

Click HERE for MIDI music

I aimed wild and hit Harry.
Is Harry riled about me?
The press boos and hisses, 'bout what this is:
Killing small birds that flee.

I need to spin; whatever's handy.
Shielded by money, that is me.
So, I aimed wild and hit Harry.
But he ain't riled at me.

(instrumental)

So what?
I aimed wild and hit Harry.
Is Harry riled about me?
The press boos and hisses, 'bout what this is:
Killing small birds that flee.

I need to spin; whatever's handy.
Shielded by money, that is me.
So, I aimed wild, all out...
From ICU, got out.
But he ain't riled at me.

Birdshot Whizzin' Blues
(Sung to the tune of "Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash)

As sung by Deadeye Dick Cheney, after shooting fellow Republican hunter Harry Whittington at a canned quail hunt on a private Texas ranch:

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Thought I heard quail comin'
I fired my gun again.
But I hit Harry this time;
Bad news I had to spin.
All my birdshot went a-whizzin'
Oh, Harry, please hang on.
Gives me pain to be exposin'
For what I must atone.

I babysit Bush Baby, because he's called Dim Son.
Hunting gives me such joy, to play around with guns.
But I shot a man that I know; hope he doesn't die.
Call this a crime, and I just bristle.
Harry's not dead (don't die).

(instrumental break)

They can't just put me in prison,
Because Bush's throne is mine.
The press made more than a little
Scandal, which ain't fine.
Scars from birdshot whizzin'
'Cause my aim went astray.
Wish I could hunt with a missile
And blow news crews away!

(instrumental ending)

One Choke Hold At A Time
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.

Who... loves the Shrub? Fellow thugs, you see.
Nothing's changing... Shrub's right-wing lunacy.
Our Bushie Boy has earned world disdain, leaving thousands dead.
Torture, he'd choose to make his monarchy,
Made him disliked, instead; what slime is...

One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.

Thousands he's slain; oil war so vile.
Iraq is still burning; Shrub's showing off his smile.
He's pissing off the world, more torture by his crew, and it's no surprise
Like everything else that Bush has screwed
It made him so despised, more slime is...

One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.

One choke hold at a time, says Dubya, one choke hold at a time.
Torture by Bush's administration: one choke hold at a time.
Rationales insane, and at home, he'd bury
Constitution, for his war crime.
Torture by Bush's administratration: one choke hold at a time.

(repeat refrain and fade)

No Joke's Over The Line
(Sung to the tune of "One Toke Over The Line" by Brewer & Shipley)

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

Can't... get enough; his dopes don't see...
Rush ain't changing.. his right-wing lunacy.
Dittoheads' joy is burned into their brains, what Limbaugh says.
Like him, they choose Bush's monarchy.
We're sure their brains are dead; hear them slime...

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

Rush... selling hate... Rush Country's vile.
Big money he's earning; no substance, only style.
To insults he hurled, he's absorbed quite a few, for he is despised.
His drug-induced hell that he's been through
Made him quite criticized; still sliming...

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

No joke's over the line for Limbaugh, no joke's over the line.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.
Hateful rants insane, to your homes are carried,
Limbaugh on his radio time.
Sh*ttin'-brown clown at his radio station, no joke's over the line.

(repeat refrain and fade)

What the difference between the Hindenberg and Rush Limbaugh? One's a flaming Nazi gas bag and the other was a zeppelin.

Bush is called the Mad Man, for good reason

... Why... why... do Republicans lie?

Bush Using Gun-Gloat Diplomacy

Presidunce Looneytune

No More Norton (Sec. of Interior Gale Norton resigns)

Bush: Home On The Range(top)

To Conservative Half-Fools, Bush's Glass Is Always Half-Full

Polls Are All Down
(Sung to the tune of "Blow The Man Down")

Click HERE for MIDI music

Republicans squawkin' 'bout looming defeat.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Yes, Bush has been damned for his scandals, takes heat.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.

Shrub's unable to counter what buffets him now.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Lock these crooks all in jail, 'cause we've had enough now.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.

Say, does Dubya speak English? That's nonsense we hear.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
"My war is on terra, more torture, more fear!"
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down.

Shrub has failed as a skipper; his record does show.
Dubya's way: polls are all down!
Gave no heed to what harm when hurricanes blow.
Bush regime crimes means polls are all down...

(fade)

Hey, Cheney! See the handwriting on the wall?

Emperor Crackpot

The Female Name Bush Hates Most...

What Dubya REALLY Cares About

The Right Wing PC Police - Coming To A College Campus Near You

King Fool

American Goth(s)ic(k)

Dubai Flub
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)

Satire targeting the Bush Administration's crackpot plan to turn over the security of 21 major U.S. ports to a state-run company operating out of Dubai, one of the United Arab Emirates, who sponsored the very terrorists Bush vowed to protect our nation against

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Dubai flub!
Dubai deal's a mess.
Bush had no success.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.

Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.

There goes Bush Baby, who said, "Screw you!
I'll be unhappy, if deal falls through."
The Bush crew's crazy; sh*t they stepped in;
Dubai's dough enhanced what Bush must spin.

Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.

We're through with war dance.
We're through with Shrub.
We're through with counting... more BushCo flubs.
Defied all reason... security
Risked by Bush Baby, clueless is he.

Dubai flub!
Dubya jeered by press.
Hell no, won't confess:
His cronies have Dubai ti-ies.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.
Dubai port deal won't fly-y.

You're Invited to a Pig Roast... Video footage of Rush Limbaugh getting roasted alive by a hostile studio audience when he guest-hosted Pat Sajak's show in 1990.

(Listen for the "Nazi pig!" catcalls from the audience)

All Time Low
(Sung to the tune of "All Time High" by Rita Coolidge)

Bush's poll numbers continue to fall, to an all-time low of 34% approval... Cheney's poll numbers are even worse, at 18%.

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

What Bush wanted was a great distraction; start a war or two.
Secret detentions, he ruled, can't be undone.
Cheney vowed he'd always go with Shrub; they're both crooks, like minds.
But Cheney's aim is quite blind; can't shoot a gun.

At an all-time low...
Their polls sink with Iraq war.
Cheney's polls fell more... than fall of the Shrub.
At an all-time low...
They'll take on the world, through hate.
They'll look to fight, but the Right... won't win.

Oil they want, lives wasted, war momentum lost in quagmire deep.
Bush-Cheney wrong and knee-deep, in deep doo-doo.
Their war crimes: they lied through words for war, now people realize
That Bush was selling us lies, to enrich his crew.

At an all-time low...
Their polls sink with Iraq war.
Cheney's polls fell more... than fall of the Shrub.
At an all-time low...
They'll take on the world, through hate.
They'll look to fight, but the Right... won't win.

They'll look to fight, but the Right... won't win.
At an all-time low...

(instrumental fade)

Click on Deadeye Dick Cheney to hear him sing the Birdshot Whizzin' Blues

Dick Cheney Shot His Gun
(Sung to the tune of "We've Only Just Begun" by The Carpenters)

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Dick Cheney shot his gun... and missed.
No quail did he hit;
Hit Whittington and he nearly died.
(Should Cheney have guns?)

Denying what he'd done, Dick lied;
Answers to cops refused.
He kept on ducking, and wouldn't say.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...

Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

Leaving the wives home, just to shoot 'em up.
Enjoying violence, Cheney's way.
When day was over, Cheney had fu**ed up.
His scandal will not go away... no, never...

Comedians are stunned... they smile.
Kicked Dick upside the head.
V.P.'s disgrace; he'll keep sinking low.
Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

Ask Cheney, was he drunk?

(instrumental ending)

Click HERE to watch David Letterman's hilarious satire of Dick Cheney's shooting incident

Dick's Bad Shot Cannot Be Fixed
(Sung to the tune of "The First Cut Is The Deepest" by Rod Stewart)

Satire about Dick Cheney's ill-fated shotgun shooting of fellow hunter Harry Whittington

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Dick Cheney's birdshot went to Harry's heart;
His canned quail hunt has been torn apart.
Cheney's faking got roasted on the spot.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.

George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.

Shrub still wants Cheney by his side
Just to help him lead the cheers when he lied.
Shrub's the Fuhrer, but Cheney's his guide.
Ill-fated hunt; riled the Shrub again.
Cheney has riled the Shrub again...
Don't you know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed.

George Bush is dumb; Cheney unlucky - he's cursed.
Cheney's cover-up just made things worst.
And by the press, Dick's being drubbed; bloodthirst...
Press wants to know...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed... yeah, we all know...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...

Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...
Dick's bad shot cannot be fixed...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Who Shot The Lawyer? My Shot Gun
(Sung to the tune of "I Fought The Law" by the Bobby Fuller Four)

Click HERE> for MIDI music

As sung by Vice President Dick Cheney, who seriously wounded 78-year old lawyer Harry Whittington with his shotgun during a hunting trip in Texas, but refused to take blame for the incident:

(instrumental intro)

I need some cover for what I'd done.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

(instrumental interlude)

I need excuses, 'cause I had none.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

(instrumental interlude)

Birdshot hit Harry, and he's wounded bad.
News got out, though I spun.
This is the worst mess I've ever had.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

(instrumental interlude)

Out huntin' quail just to have fun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

(instrumental interlude)

The press gone crazy, and they're not done.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

(instrumental interlude)

Birdshot hit Harry, and he's wounded bad.
News got out, though I spun.
This is the worst mess I've ever had.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.
Who shot the lawyer? My shotgun.

(instrumental ending)

Elmer Dudd Strikes Again!

BUSH: "You are getting slee-ee-eepier... slee-ee-eepier..."

AMERICAN PUBLIC: "Bush is getting cree-ee-eepier... cree-ee-eepier..."

Check the dates on the bust - proof that Bush wants to be Emperor-for-life?

Bubble-Boy Bush Gets Skewered At Coretta Scott King's Funeral

Play the Dick Cheney Quail Hunt Game!

Elmer Dud? Dick Cheney Accidentally Shoots 78-Year Old Hunter and Campaign Contributor



http://www.democrats.com/node/7817

Dick Cheney’s Top 10 Excuses For Shooting Fellow Hunter
By Bob Geiger

From the home office in blue-state New York, here’s Vice President Dick Cheney’s top 10 excuses for shooting fellow hunter Harry Whittington on Saturday:

10. Sick and tired of Whittington’s “Hey, I’m having a heart attack” jokes

9. Pushed over edge by Dixie Chicks and Streisand blasting on pick-up truck stereo

8. Ongoing dispute over whether it’s acceptable to torture quail before shooting them

7. Thought he saw Michael Moore on other side of tree line

6. Bombed out of his gourd on Wild Turkey and Lone Star Beer

5. Companion’s ill-advised decision to wear Moveon.org sweatshirt

4. Was trying to impress Jodie Foster

3. Whittington’s repeated ribbing that Bush is actually the “real president”

2. Targeting scope on rifle made by Halliburton

And the number one excuse given by Dick Cheney for almost blowing away hunting companion Harry Whittington…

1. Because he’s a wartime vice president, damn it

More of Bob Geiger's work can be found at BobGeiger.com

Bury Constitution
(Sung to the tune of "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder)

Click HERE for MIDI musical accompaniment

As sung by Emperor Dubya Bush, advocating absolute power for himself while ignoring the supreme law of the land that is the U.S. Constitution:

Bury Constitution... Don't need it at all...
Bury Constitution... or my regime will fall...
No if's, but's, or maybe's... my power grab is fast.
Had six years of good luck... my power will last.

If you're aggrieved 'bout kings...
And how I run this land...
Then you'll suffer!
Constitution goes away...

Bury Constitution... it's for other lands.
Rid me of the problems... disrupting my plans.
Power is a great dream... keeps me goin' strong.
You don't want to praise me?! You will, before long!

If you're aggrieved 'bout kings...
And how I run this land...
Then you'll suffer!
Constitution goes away...

(instrumental break)

Bury Constitution! Nothin' more to say...
Bury Constitution! It's standing in my way...
No if's, but's, or maybe's... my power grab is fast.
Had six years of good luck... my power will last.

If you're aggrieved 'bout kings...
And how I run this land...
Then you'll suffer!
Constitution goes away...

(repeat chorus and fade)

An Utter Moron
(Sung to the tune of "The Other Woman" by Ray Parker Jr.)

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Chorus:
Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

He's rich; no "average guy."
He fooled around all his life; let it slide.
Never thought he would amount to much.
Now who rules the world? A shrub out of touch.

Who would have thought Shrub's right wing band
Could pull a coup and turn to rot, our land?
It's a Bush monarchy;
A trip to hell from Shrub.

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

Bush crows, "No rules; it's my game!"
A twit-dunce, who never takes blame.
If he were clever, Iraqi War
That he had to have wouldn't fail so much more

All his staff just clam up tight.
They know he's a fool, and they stay out of sight.
Bush lost debates, he had to cheat.
And we'll feel better, if he's beat.

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

[instrumental break)

The Plame Affair, as we speak,
For Cheney, it's never looked so bleak.
Libby's going down, before long.
Scandals hit home; give Bush the gong!
Bush was busy playin' guitar
While New Orleans got drowned.

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

Dumb braindead Bushies out there
Who just fell for Shrub (fell for Shrub)
He's an utter moron (he's an utter moron), low...
He's an utter moron (he's an utter moron), low...

Who is Shrub? (Who is Shrub?)
He's an utter moron.
Life isn't fine (Isn't fine)
While ruled by his kind.

(repeat refrain and fade)

Bush Wants To Spy - It's Illegal
(Sung to the tune of "Fly Like An Eagle" by the Steve Miller Band)

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...

Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?
Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?

Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
King is he.
Spy; it's illegal.
We don't want his monarchy.
Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
There should be
An anti-Bush revolution.

Power-crazy... propaganda and deceit.
Killing children... through bombs and napalm heat.
Unhoused people... still living in the street.
No, no... Shrub's no solution!

Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
King is he.
Spy; it's illegal.
We don't want his monarchy.
Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
There should be
An anti-Bush revolution.

Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?
Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?

Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....
Duh, Dubya....

Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
King is he.
Spy; it's illegal.
We don't want his monarchy.
Bush wants to spy; it's illegal.
There should be
An anti-Bush revolution.

(instrumental break)

Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...
Drop-kick Dick and George Dubya... drop-kick Dick...

Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?
Why is Bush strippin,' strippin,' strippin'
Rights from our future?

(repeat last verse and fade)

Before Michael "Heckuva Job" Brown, fellow Bush crony Joe Allbaugh ran FEMA and gutted it into utter incompetence

Another year, another State of the B.S.

Originally posted on January 30, 2004

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

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

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Doctor, doctor, gimme the news... I got a... bad case of troop abuse..."

Monarchy (Malarkey) Accomplished

The Day The Earth Stood Still

Originally posted September 11, 2005

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

Click HERE for the new audio MP3 recording of this parody by LSB

(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.

(instrumental 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)