Saturday, April 22, 2006
Enjoy these Anti-Bush audio parodies, performed by David Teller:
Fifty Ways To Dump The Dubya
GOPer's Lament (Hard To Be A Republican)
Fifty Ways To Dump The Dubya
GOPer's Lament (Hard To Be A Republican)
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Dick Was Booed At The Ball Game
(Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame")
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Vice-President Dick Cheney threw out the ceremonial first pitch at a Washington Nationals baseball game, and was greeted by a chorus of loud boos from the crowd, which Fox News vainly tried to censor by muting the audio during the TV broadcast
Dick was booed at the ball game.
Dick was booed by the crowd.
Bush Team’s agenda has gone off track;
Iran may be the next they’ll attack.
Crowds now hoot, hoot, hoot at the Bush Team,
For failure, Dick won’t take blame.
Bush the Dunce and Dick, let’s throw out,
With their empire game.
(Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame")
Click HERE for MIDI music
Vice-President Dick Cheney threw out the ceremonial first pitch at a Washington Nationals baseball game, and was greeted by a chorus of loud boos from the crowd, which Fox News vainly tried to censor by muting the audio during the TV broadcast
Dick was booed at the ball game.
Dick was booed by the crowd.
Bush Team’s agenda has gone off track;
Iran may be the next they’ll attack.
Crowds now hoot, hoot, hoot at the Bush Team,
For failure, Dick won’t take blame.
Bush the Dunce and Dick, let’s throw out,
With their empire game.
Friday, April 07, 2006
He's Gone
(Sung to the tune of "She's Gone" by Hall & Oates)
Dedicated to former House Majority Leader, Tom DeLay (R-TX), who has quit Congress rather than run for re-election, after being indicted in a series of scandals, with more legal troubles to come
Sorry, no MIDI music is available
(instrumental intro)
Once was riding high, helped rule the nation.
Tom DeLay was tryin' to sell our country, frightfully... yeah...
He wants a drink after court's decision.
He f*cked up, you see, illegally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
Tom ignored the warnings; crook who used terror.
Propped up the Fool Bush, through his... House command.
New race? He's hasn't any hunger.
He can only flee; law's shaken this troll, totally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
Crooked; his temerity gets no pity.
Abramhoff and DeLay's cronies, through gifts, bought their way...
DeLay's great power now is just a memory.
He will never be... what he was (was), 'cause he's (he's)...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "She's Gone" by Hall & Oates)
Dedicated to former House Majority Leader, Tom DeLay (R-TX), who has quit Congress rather than run for re-election, after being indicted in a series of scandals, with more legal troubles to come
Sorry, no MIDI music is available
(instrumental intro)
Once was riding high, helped rule the nation.
Tom DeLay was tryin' to sell our country, frightfully... yeah...
He wants a drink after court's decision.
He f*cked up, you see, illegally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
Tom ignored the warnings; crook who used terror.
Propped up the Fool Bush, through his... House command.
New race? He's hasn't any hunger.
He can only flee; law's shaken this troll, totally...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
Crooked; his temerity gets no pity.
Abramhoff and DeLay's cronies, through gifts, bought their way...
DeLay's great power now is just a memory.
He will never be... what he was (was), 'cause he's (he's)...
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(instrumental break)
He's gone! (He's gone!)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
DeLay will burn and get wasted.
He's gone! (He's gone!)
He was a devil; they've replaced him.
He's gone! (He's gone)
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Things went wrong...
(repeat chorus and fade)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Tom Quit The Congress
(Sung to the tune of "I Shot The Sheriff" by Eric Clapton)
Dedicated to the corrupt Rep. Tom "The Hammer" DeLay (R-TX), indicted former House Majority Leader, who is resigning from Congress in order to deal with criminal indictments pursued against him for money laundering
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(instrumental intro)
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
DeLay's gone from Washington.
The law has now tracked him down.
Quit Congress now in case he's found guilty
Of corruption that is so filthy.
For corruption that is so filthy.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress... he needs lots of dough for his defense.
Tom quit the Congress... for the charges 'gainst him must be quite immense.
Tom the Hammer enforced hatefully,
Just 'cause he said so.
His main crimes were his scams and greed.
Got his thrills making his power grow.
Got his thrills making his power grow.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress... he needs lots of dough for his defense.
Tom quit the Congress... he needs lots of dough for his defense.
His scam was "to play, you pay."
DeLay once ran the town.
Buddies and cronies, Jack Abramhoff;
Jail, as they go down.
For their plot, they will go down.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
He's Texas toast; law has no mercy.
A schemer is he, guilty.
Tom DeLay the Hammer once did well,
But today, the bottom has dropped out.
Yes, today, the bottom has dropped out.
Tom DeLay...
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
Tom quit the Congress, but the law won't quit 'til he's guilty.
(repeat refrain and fade)
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Andy Card
(Sung to the tune of "Hard Ain't It Hard" by The Kingston Trio)
Satire inspired by the recent resignation of Bush's Chief of Staff, Andy Card
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
The Bush White House is going down.
His polls keep falling to the ground.
Bush, the worst president in history;
His incompetence is now no mystery.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Since the first term, he'd served that Fool Shrub.
Bush decided to start a war.
Since then, Card has seen his boss get reviled,
More war dead, while rich screw the poor.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Now, who's left on the sinking ship?
Who's taking hold of Bush's band?
Who's gonna tell Bush what is what;
That his war failed to take Iraq's land.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Shrub's back to drinkin' and ramblin' -
His presidency comes crashing down.
'Cause there isn't a place for a smart-thinking ace
If a power-drunk fool wears the crown.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
(Sung to the tune of "Hard Ain't It Hard" by The Kingston Trio)
Satire inspired by the recent resignation of Bush's Chief of Staff, Andy Card
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
The Bush White House is going down.
His polls keep falling to the ground.
Bush, the worst president in history;
His incompetence is now no mystery.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Since the first term, he'd served that Fool Shrub.
Bush decided to start a war.
Since then, Card has seen his boss get reviled,
More war dead, while rich screw the poor.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Now, who's left on the sinking ship?
Who's taking hold of Bush's band?
Who's gonna tell Bush what is what;
That his war failed to take Iraq's land.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Shrub's back to drinkin' and ramblin' -
His presidency comes crashing down.
'Cause there isn't a place for a smart-thinking ace
If a power-drunk fool wears the crown.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card, Andy Card.
Who's jumped ship from sinkin' W.
Farewell to Card, Andy Card; Andy Card's facade
Won't shield Dubya Bush and all his crew.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Bush unites Latin America as a hated figure
Link: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2006/03/26/INGFRHSVGT1.DTL&type=printable
Link: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2006/03/26/INGFRHSVGT1.DTL&type=printable
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
No Credibility
(Sung to the tune of "Personality" by Lloyd Price)
Record low opinion polls of Bush's presidency have also revealed that the three most common words associated with Dubya are now "incompetent," "liar," and "idiot."
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(instrumental intro)
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
It's over! It's over, regime of Smirking Fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over; money had trumped the truth.
Over! It's over; all polls say Shrub's a fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Personality" by Lloyd Price)
Record low opinion polls of Bush's presidency have also revealed that the three most common words associated with Dubya are now "incompetent," "liar," and "idiot."
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(instrumental intro)
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
It's over! It's over, regime of Smirking Fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over; money had trumped the truth.
Over! It's over; all polls say Shrub's a fool.
It's over! It's over, for the Chief Fool, W.
Shrub's got no... credibility.
Squat... credibility.
Naught... credibility.
Nil... credibility.
Harmed... credibility.
Flubbed... credibility.
What's the cause? Bush-rot!
Our state's apart
Over! It's over, for the regime of W.
Over! It's over, there's no more Bush can do.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
"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.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Dunce Cap, His Crown
(Sung to the tune of "Cathy's Clown" by The Everly Brothers)
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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)
(Sung to the tune of "Cathy's Clown" by The Everly Brothers)
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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)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Iraq Gets Bombed, For Distraction
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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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)
(Sung to the tune of "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones)
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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:
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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
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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.
(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
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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.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
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:
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(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)
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(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)
(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.
(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.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
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)
(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)
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
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
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(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.
(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)
(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)
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