Neocon Insane Gang
(Sung to the tune of "Chain Gang" by Sam Cooke)

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(instrumental intro)

(More! War! More! War!)
Neo-cons are sayin'...

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

They're dead wrong, still sayin'....

(More! War! More! War!)
(More! War! More! War!)

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Though they're wrong, they work so hard.
Their Dim Son is... going down.
"My way or the highway!" the Bush way;
Bush swearing, wearing a crown.
In Iraq, throwing troops' lives away.
'Cause the neo-cons still hold sway.

War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

Torture, death, they're bringin'...
Troops... they're comin' one of these days...
They're comin' home...
Bush the moron... who for war, still cheers.
But meanwhile, he's got impeachment fears.

(Hell's where they'll go!)
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... ga-a-ang.
War drums sounding again; neocon insane... gang.

"War's not wrong," they're singin', mm...
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why do they work so hard
Still to slaughter, bloodthirsty

For war, they work hard...

(fade)

Shrub Almighty

Impeachment Of This Bunch
(Sung to the tune of "You Beat Me To The Punch" by Mary Wells)

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(instrumental intro)

The reign of Bush has now passed him by.
Seized so much power; don't ask him why.
He'll still just lie.
Regime of crooks, still working hard
To give the law a sucker punch.
Boot this lame Bush regime back to where they came...

Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, let's rid...

With no virtue, they sold lies so untrue.
Puppet pretender now refuses to surrender.
W., let's get rid;
And let's throw out
Cheney, that lout.
The Bush Boy's an inept playboy;
Should be locked away.
Relieve these...
Fools!

No, we should not just wait around to impeach all these clowns.
Their crimes deserve a quicker punch.
Can't walk away; Impeachment Day.
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
Yes, we will...
Impeachment of this bunch (im-peach-ment of this bunch)
For crimes...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Dick Just Wants To Escalate
(Sung to the tune of "I Just Want To Celebrate" by Rare Earth)

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Dick just wants to escalate... war with Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i--i-ife.

Dick has no faith in the peole.
It's the people he's let down.
Dick won't take another way,
'Cept attack Iran, anyhow...
More war he's selling you.

Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given.
Dick just wants to escalate... more war to erase li-i-i-ife.

Had his hand starting wars to kill,
And his war excuse took away...
Our civil rights and our liberty;
Dick wants fear to sway...
More war he's selling you.

Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war, to erase li-i-i-ife.

Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...

No, Cheney's not bothered by sorrow.
And he can't be asked to debate (oh, no).
He's running out of time, and he'll find Impeachment Day.
More war he' selling you,

Dick just wants to escalate (yeah, yeah)...
War on Iran's a given (yeah, yeah).
Dick just wants to escalate...
War on Iran's a given (yeah)
Dick just wants to escalate...
More war to erase li-i-i-ife.

Bush and his regime's going down.
Let Cheney burn underground... underground...
Underground... underground...

Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...
Dick... just wants to escalate (escalate)...

(repeat refrain and fade)

Congress Votes to De-Fang, er, De-Fund Dick Cheney

Bush: The Worst Disaster Ever

Above The Law - And Beneath Contempt

Impeach Bush-Cheney: It's Time For The Nation to Dump The White House Trash

Sock Puppet Emperor"

The REAL Dr. Evil is Dick Cheney, Dicktater of the U.S.

Emperor Dubya and his Think Tank

At His Future War Crimes Trial at The Hague

Dunces Who Ran (Run) the DOJ: Gonzalez, Schlozman, Goodling

Fading Gonzalez
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)

Bush's lightning rod, the unqualified Attorney General Alberto "Gonzo" Gonzalez continues to be pummeled by Congress and continuing political scandals in the Department of Justice he allegedly leads

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(instrumental intro)

Fading Gonzalez, fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.
It isn't funny, 'cause he can't defend
Favors for Bush chummies; on him, they depend.

Prosecutors told to start a court case:
Harassing the Democrats who run.
Now a major scandal which has got legs.
Gonzo is done!

Fading Gonzalez; clearly not the best.
Department mismanaged, as Goodling confessed.
(instrumental of 3rd line of lyric)
Gonzo is done!

Fading Gonzalez; lies to Congress fed;
Now must face the music for how he misled.

Thuggery of goons is never-ending.
Read your morning papers; what they've done:
Partisanship, Bushies are defending.
Gonzo is done!

Fading Gonzalez; fire at his feet.
Fired prosecutors when they wouldn't cheat.

(instrumental ending)

I Want A Pardon
(Sung to the tune of "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden" by Lynn Anderson)

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As sung to pResident Bush by former White House aide Lewis I. "Scooter" Libby, who was recently found guilty in federal court of obstruction of justice:

(instrumental intro)

I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.

My mistakes, I must relive, relive, and relive;
Caused me woe, woe, woe, woe, woe...
I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.

I was told to do things, and Rove pulled the strings,
But when Wilson squawked, I talked and blew his wife's cover.
Hell, I'd lie to my mo-o-o-ther.
Well, our tough-talking crew, pro-war, followed you;
And then you'd rule the world through bombs and much blood spattered.
But our plan was sha-a-a-tered.

Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy.
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?

I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.

(brief instrumental break)

I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.

I left office too soon; Fitzgerald dragooned me,
I got blamed for mistakes Rove told you; from prison, please let me go.
I should win your loyalty show.
I'm not a crook, and I can't sleep; I'm in quicksand, so deep.
But a presidential pardon is what can get me out.
And you know what I'm talking about.

Got riled for a while; I cursed my folly.
Prison makes me so melancholy .
Went along; if charged with war crimes; what's your pla-a-an?

I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.

I want a pardon!
I kept my promise to help wars you're startin'.
Prison is no fun time.
I can't be subject to that pain for my crime.

(repeat refrain and fade)

Our Dictator
(Sung to the tune of "Operator (That's Not The Way It Feels) by Jim Croce)

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(instrumental intro)

Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
His polls numbers are disastrous, and his star's fading.
Stop drinking his Kool-Aid.
Our Constitution's been unmade.
He lied, 'cause Bush knew too well, that he'd be hated.

Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.

(instrumental break)

Our dictator... hey, let's give help towards his downfall.
Awakened from their slumber, more people hate him.
Our dumb king wants his prize:
Conquer Iraq while there's still time;
A winning war for Shrub's still not gonna save him.

Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.

No, no, no, no...
Real's what Decider feels.

Our dictator... should be impeached or else recalled.
There's no left that Bush is willing to talk to.
Thanks to him, war crime...
Has now flourished; our nation's slimed.
He should be serving time.

Isn't that the way Bush fascism goes?
We're ruled by old fat cats.
His worshippers dumb, and they've all been blinded;
Bush fu**ed up all, but to them, he's just fine; Bush has shown,,,
Katrina was the blow, for which he's taking hell.
Since then, his words of spin only convince himself.
Does Bush know what is real?
Real's what the Decider feels.

(instrumental ending)

Rush Limbaugh & His Amazing Tongue of Dung

Republicans Now Have Their Own Monica

Bush the Straight (Through The Foot) Shooter

Bush, The Urinary Executive, Pisses All Over The U.S. Constitution

BushCheney's Never Ending War on Iraq

Twist In The Wind
(Sung to the tune of "Dust In The Wind" by Kansas)

Bush consigliere Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez has been left twisting in the wind, facing fire from a skeptical Congress and under increasing pressure from his own party to resign as Attorney General

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He chose more lies...
Relieved for a moment, but that moment's gone.
Spying schemes...
"Vote fraud" cases; prize to gut democracy.

Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.

Gonzo's wrong: DOJ's been slaughtered for Shrub's monarchy
Right wing dreams: passed for truth are lies, through Bush pomposity.
Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.

So, he'll hang on; lightweight isn't clever; clout just got him by.
That's Bush's way... through testimony, now we've learned the reason why.

Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.

Twist... in the wind...
Let Gonzalez twist in the wind.

(fade)

Wooing Bush's Base

I'll Take The Fifth Amendment
(Sung to the tune of "The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis)

Monica Goodling, former Dept. of Justice/White House liason and top aide to scandal-plagued Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez resigned rather than testify to Congress about U.S. attorneys being fired for political reasons; she recently testified under an immunity agreement. As sung by Monica Goodling immediately after resigning:

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(instrumental intro)

You asked how much did I do; would I explain?
My name's Monica Goodling, and I must refrain.
You ask 'bout fired attorneys? I've said, "Adieu."
I'll take the Fifth Amendment; don't ask me or pursue.

Rove can boast... 'cause he runs the show.
Rove can boast... I've departed; I'll lay low.

My lawyer will to me tell... forget my gloom.
My lawyer will come over... to save me from doom.
My lawyer will fix things so... I don't serve time.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't admit a crime.

Rove can boast... 'cause he runs the show.
Rove can boast... I've departed; I'll lay low.

My lawyer will to me tell... forget my gloom.
My lawyer will come over... to save me from doom.
My lawyer will fix things so... I don't serve time.
I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't admit a crime.

I'll take the Fifth Amendment, and won't... ad-mit... a... crime....

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Monica Goodling, circa 1994:>

HEAVEN CAN HATE
Watch Bill Maher's hilarious "tribute" to the late Jerry Falwell (click on photo below)

"I know you're not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but I think we can make an exception because speaking ill of the dead was kind of Jerry Falwell's hobby." - Bill Maher

Wake Up, Mr. Ashcroft
(Sung to the tune of "Wake Up, Little Suzie" by The Everly Brothers)

Satire inspired by the testimony of former Deputy Attorney General James Comey, who testified before Congress that President Bush sent then White House Counsel (now Attorney General) Alberto Gonzalez and Chief of Staff Andrew Card to the hospital room of the gravely-ill Attorney General John Ashcroft, to attempt to coerce him into signing off on authorization on Bush's policy of spy on Americans without court warrants. Comey and Ashcroft both refused to sign off on the policy, but Bush bypassed them and established the illegal spying program anyway.

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(As sung by Alberto Gonzalez and Andrew Card to the bed-ridden, half-conscious John Ashcroft, on March 11, 2004:)

Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Yes, you've been sound asleep.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft, and peep...
Just sign these papers and we'll go home, or you're in trouble deep.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...

We don't wanna hear your drama.
We don't wanna hear 'bout law.
We don't wanna hear 'bout ending spying, nor its flaws.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...

Was told by Dubya: had to try again
To skirt all the law books, needed loyal men.
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... or we won't go home.

(instrumental break)

Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... wake up!
The President's getting hot,
You won't go along with the plot.
That Comey creep plays by the book.
Wait, he's the A.G., you're not?!
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft... well...

We don't wanna hear your drama.
We don't wanna hear 'bout law.
We don't wanna hear 'bout ending spying, nor its flaws
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...
Wake up, Mr. Ashcroft...

(repeat last line and fade)

Commander Guy


Monkey Suit

Bubble Boy Bush


Dickzilla

BRICK
Great anti-Bush folk-rock by Tom Chelston
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJHCiE7GN_g

I Don't Remember
(Sung to the tune of "Try To Remember" by The Kingston Trio)

Satire about what the willfully forgetful Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez dare not utter, after he was grilled by Congress over the political firings of eight U.S. Attorneys who were deemed "not loyal enough" to the Bush administration. [USA's = U.S. Attorneys]

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(As sung in private by Abu Gonzo:)

I don't remember I tried to dismember the Bill of Rights, to help Dear Leader.
I don't remember I tried to dismember Geneva rights, the terr'ist breeder.
I don't remember I fired eight U.S. Attorneys, who refused to stop vote cheaters.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow?

I don't remember resignations tendered from USA's who were disloyal.
I don't remember the plots Rove engendered; who dreamed of votes that he could spoil.
I don't remember nor will I surrender; for I'll protect Bush, and keep him royal.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow?

(instrumental break)

I don't remember if Federalist members were pushed for posts after the purging.
I don't remember if still-burning embers of scandals past, are re-emerging.
I don't remember what fell last November, some prosecutors axed through Rove's urging.
I don't remember, no, I don't remember... you follow? Follow, follow, follow?

Bush Is An Accomplished Moron

Ass Rides Horse

The 20th Hijacker

Bush, the Used WAR salesman

Put Bush in the RIGHT House (Prison)

Boys (KKKOOKs) In Da Hoods
The Holey Trinity: Flush Dimbulb, Shrill O'Really, Yawn Insanity

Happy Springtime (Bush Is Over)
by Harmony Angels (sung to "Happy Christmas" by John Lennon)

Watch it HERE

Impeachment Fever Is Rising
(Sung to the tune of "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Inspired by the title of a column in The Nation by John Nichols

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(instrumental intro)

Impeachment fever is rising.
Bush sees more trouble on the way.
Subpoenas, trials are frightenin'
Bush seein' bad times today.

He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.

Bush hates hurricanes, for showing
Him as a dumb, inept buffoon.
Bush saw rivers overflowing;
Drowning New Orleans, left to ruin.

He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.

All right!

(instrumental break)

Bush cannot get his sh*t together.
His policies caused folks to die.
What climate change? (Ignored the weather).
One lie is followed by more lies.

He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.

He's prolonging the fight
In Iraq; still taking life.
Impeach Bush, that would be wise.

That's the sound of the Bush Neoconners' Chai-ain Gang...

Alberto
(Sung to the tune of "Key Largo" by Bertie Higgins)

Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez was grilled by both Republican and Democratic senators alike, who sharply questioned his leadership skills as head of the Bush Justice Department; Gonzalez was exposed as an inept, unqualified partisan buffoon.

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(instrumental intro)

Crap was what he uttered...
Lying so hard, he was warned
By Dems and Repubs together;
A.G. Gonzalez now scorned.

Is he a dope, or goofy?
Failing, he spoke so desparately.
Before Congress, a zero.
Gonzo's just a right wing crazy.

CHORUS:
We were appalled...
Prosecutions that he stalled.
Rove played politics, from get-go.
Left flailing away was Alberto.

Gonzalez, he did skid.
"Couldn't recall" what things he did;
Why eight prosecutors were let go.
Let's now get rid of Alberto.

Said he cannot remember...
Where the purges start.
E-mails, Bush won't surrender.
Gonzalez ain't too smart.

Just a "Good Bushie" shill;
Flay him again.
More corruption, there is still;
Bush D.O.J. can't defend.

We were appalled...
Prosecutions that he stalled.
Rove played politics, from get-go.
Left flailing away was Alberto.

Gonzalez, he did skid.
"Couldn't recall" what things he did;
Why eight prosecutors were let go.
Let's now get rid of Alberto.


(repeat chorus and fade)

Gonzo's Grilled
(Sung to the tune of "Railroad Bill")

Embattled Attorney General Alberto ("Gonzo") Gonzalez's was pummeled by Republican and Democratic Senators who sharply questioned his role in the political firing of 8 U.S. Attorneys; he answered "I don't recall" to nearly 100 questions

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(instrumental intro)

Gonzo grilled in the Senate, got panned
For his evasive answers, in the end, could get canned.
Before Congress, Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled; who got the knife?
Eight U.S. Attorneys; he caused this strife.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

CHORUS:
Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Why was he appointed? Was he the best?
No, Gonzalez was loyal; passed Bush's test.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Prosecutors scandal, all hell's broke loose.
Gonzo's grilled, Senate said "Vamoose!"
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Now it's clear as crystal, Al has no charm.
Al Gonzalez is clueless; his party's alarmed.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

So, Gonzalez said sorry, but will not take blame.
Fired U.S. Attorneys would not play his game.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled on Capitol Hill
For inept performance, career he will kill.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled; he looked so bad;
The worst round of questioning he ever had.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Gonzo's grilled, Gonzo's grilled.
Jobs for U.S. Attorneys, Bushies filled.
That was why Gonzo's grilled.

Dear Mr. President

P!NK blasts Bush in a concert video:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ugH5MUNNL0c

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pay the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you?

The Decider Must Heel

Pharoah Shrub

Anti-Bush protests

While Strolling In Iraq One Day
(Sung to the tune of "While Strolling Through The Park One Day")

Satire about Sen. John McCain's bizarre televised walk through Baghdad, pathetically trying to convince people that it was safe to walk about in Iraq, while wearing a bulletproof vest with a heavily armed escort

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While strolling through Iraq one day,
Grim reality was hid away.
John McCain just closed his eyes
Said that Bush would win his prize.
We would win the war, if critics went away.

The pile of corpses you can't see.
(Drank the Kool-Aid Dubya had made.)
McCain is deluded as can be.
(Drank the Kool-Aid Dubya had made.)
Duh!

So immediately, he got flak.
Embarassment left its mark.
People never shall forget
McCain and right wing loons
Staged a walkabout disaster in Iraq.

The world agrees... Bush is a ticking time bomb and a threat to the world

A.G. Gonzalez
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Madonna" by The Beatles)

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A.G. Gonzalez - Congress said, "Let's meet!"
Justice was mismanaged, to help Bush cheat.
Ask Bush's chummies, loyalty hell-bent;
Prosecutors fired by this pResident.

Subpoenas arrive; a future court case?
Bush aides losing sleep for what they'd done.
Al's reviled; fall guy to save Shrub's face.
Is Al now done?

A.G. Gonzalez, clearly not the best.
Justice was mismanaged; he failed his test.
(instrumental)
Is Al now done?

A.G. Gonzalez, lied and he misled.
He'll soon face the music; given up for dead.

Crap from right wing loons is never ending.
Answers for these capers didn't come.
Scandals haven't stopped; Al's still defending
What he had done.

A.G. Gonzalez - Congress said, "Let's meet!"
Justice was mismanaged, to help Bush cheat.

Slammer Time
(Sung to the tune of "Summer Time" from the Broadway musical, "Porgy & Bess")

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Slammer time... for the Bushies, so sleazy.
Bush is slumping... and continues to lie.
Payback's a bitch... and impeachment is looming.
Iraq's his quagmire... troops still die.

Impeachment warnings... investigations stinging.
Bush has hidden things... if revealed, blow sky-high.
Bush won't heed warnings... he thinks nothing can harm him.
Will Gonzalez, like Rummy... say goodbye?

(repeat verses)

We Recommend Expulsion
(Sung to the tune of "I Second That Emotion" by Smokey Robinson)

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(instrumental intro)

Baby Bush gets impeached - that would be sweet!
Continuing Iraq fight will mean defeat.
Baby Bush, you will pay, and lose it all.
A big waste of money; your party's gonna fall (crash Bush's world)

(Chorus:)
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!

(brief instrumental break)

Bushies still think that Shrub can't lose his crown.
Bush is out of time, can't hang around.
Most of us think that Shrub played us for fools.
Hid mistakes with lies, while breaking rules.

Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!

(instrumental break)

Baby Bush gets impeached - that would be sweet!
Continuing Iraq fight will mean defeat.
Baby Bush, you will pay, and lose it all.
A big waste of money; your party's gonna fall (crash Bush's world)

(Chorus:)
Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!

(brief instrumental break)

Bushies still think that Shrub can't lose his crown.
Bush is out of time, can't hang around.
Most of us think that Shrub played us for fools.
Hid mistakes with lies, while breaking rules.

Crash Bush's world - a good case; let impeachment start.
Let's watch BushCo break apart.
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!
So, hearings revealed their thuggery.
Bush-Cheney caused revulsion;
We recommend expulsion!

(fade)

Alberto
(Sung to the tune of 'Fernando' by ABBA)
Parody lyrics by Mark Hoolihan

In "honor" of Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, who will hopefully soon be resigning in order to "pursue other projects" or "spend time with his family."

Click HERE for MIDI music

(instrumental intro)

Can you hear the drums, Alberto?
Such a shame to you have to tell a bold faced lie like this
Will you testify, Alberto?
You were lying to yourself and softly hoping you'd go far
I could see the scandal come,
Yet deep inside your walls,you were a shining star

There is justice now, Alberto
Every hour brings you closer to accountability
Are you now afraid, Alberto?
You were young and arrogant, and yes, you were prepared to lie
And I'm not ashamed to say
The sound of people being tortured made me cry

There was something in the way you lied;
It wasn't right, Alberto
There was something you forgot you see:
Legality, Alberto
Though you never thought that you could lose,
There's no regret
If you had to do the same again,
You would, my friend, Alberto

Now you'll go away, Alberto
And for many years, you'll write a book and cross this land
Can you hear the drums, Alberto?
Do you still recall the fateful night your job turned partisan?
I can see it in your eyes,
How proud you were to sit at George Bush's right hand

There was something in the way you lied;
It wasn't right, Alberto
There was something you forgot you see:
Legality, Alberto
Though you never thought that you could lose,
There's no regret
If you had to do the same again,
You would, my friend, Alberto

There was something in the way you lied;
It wasn't right, Alberto
There was something you forgot you see:
Legality, Alberto
Though you never thought that you could lose,
There's no regret
If you had to do the same again,
You would, my friend, Alberto
Yes, if you had to do the same again,
You would my friend, Alberto...

(repeat chorus, fade)

Courtesy Mark Hoolihan and the Hoolinet (http://www.hoolinet.com)
Copyright 2007 Boniface Bugle Productions. All Rights Absurd.

"I am not a crook."
Embattled Attorney General Alberto Gonzalez channels Richard Nixon while being grilled by Congress for the U.S. Attorney firings scandal

Loyal Bushies Reign At Justice

Fall of the House of Cards

One Nation, Under Clod... Rights Invisible, No Liberty, Nor Justice At All

YouTube Video Satire of Bush by Jim Terr
Please Impeach Me

Thousands Protest Bush's Visit To Brazil

Republican Moron
(Sung to the tune of "American Woman" by The Guess Who)

(Prologue:)

Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, he got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind.
R-E...
P-U...
Say B...
Say L...
Say I...
Say C...
Say A...
Say N...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...
Republican Moron, got a messed up mind...

[Click HERE to start MIDI music]

(electric guitar riff)

Republican Moron... thinks he's royalty-y.
Republican Moron... named G. Dubya B.
Still more scandals laid at his door.
Bush don't wanna see the face of war.
He's got more important things to do:
Commit war crimes; scoff at law review.
This Moron... must be sent away.
Republican Moron, face Impeachment Day-ay-ay!

(electric guitar solo)

Republican Moron... thinks he's royalty-y.
Republican Moron... named G. Dubya B.
Awe-and-Shocking Iraq through war,
Afghanistan, then Iran, for more.
Through sheer spite, and outing spies,
Shredding freedoms through his lies.
This Moron... must be sent away.
Republican Moron, face Impeachment Day-ay-ay!

Republican Moron... won't get away-ay...
Republican Moron... must be sent away-ay.
Still more scandals laid at his door.
Bush don't wanna see the face of war.
We don't need his war machines.
We don't need his torture scenes.
Shredding freedoms through his lies.
This Moron... G. Dubya B.
Republican Moron... worst Prez in history-y-y!

Go... start impeachment day...
Start impeachment day...
Now go, go, go...
We don't need you, moron.
Bye-bye... bye-bye...
Bye-bye... bye-bye...
You're no good, G.B.
You're no good, W.
You're a crooked prez whom we despise.
Impeach you and all your crew...
You know you gotta leave...
You know you gotta go...
You know you gotta go, Moron...
We will impeach you, Moron...
Goodbye, Republican Moron...

The Dick of Halliburton