His Mad Crusade
(Sung to the tune of "This Masquerade" by The Carpenters)

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(instrumental intro)

Right wing's really happy with the looney game he plays.
Look for new fights; words he'll say.
Searching but not finding WMD's any way.
Truth lost, through his mad crusade.

Bush's raid through war for oil in Iraq today;
War-bent, hell for leather, from the start.
Declined to talk it over, 'cause the world got in the way.
Peace tossed... aside... this looney game he plays.

Troops not leaving; death and tears;
War crimes leaves Bush despised.
And no matter how hard he lied...
War's what he planned; the reason why he carried on that way.
Truth lost, through his mad crusade.

(instrumental break)

Declined to talk it over, 'cause the world got in the way.
Peace tossed... aside... this looney game he plays.

Troops not leaving; death and tears;
War crimes leaves Bush despised.
And no matter how lard he lied...
War's what he planned; the reason why he carried on that way.
Truth lost, through his mad crusade.

Truth lost, through his mad crusade...

(repeat refrain, instrumental fade)

Satire about the ever-evasive George Dubya Bush, who avoided the Vietnam War after Poppy Bush pulled strings and got him training as a pilot for an obsolete aircraft, and then failed to report in 1972 to complete his service in the Texas Air National Guard... in other words, Absent Without Leave (AWOL).

Rich Kid Who Went AWOL
(Sung to the tune of "Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2" by Pink Floyd)

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Bogus "leader" of our nation...
Wants four more years of control.
Avoided war for flight school classroom:
Texas Air Guard; went AWOL!
Hey! Dubya...skipped and went AWOL!

Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.
Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.

Bogus "leader" of our nation...
Wants four more years of control.
Avoided war for flight school classroom:
Texas Air Guard; went AWOL!
Hey! Dubya...skipped and went AWOL!

Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.
Let's recall Bush; yes, that...
Rich kid who went AWOL.

(Democrats taunt:)
Bush! Running again!
Bush! Running again!
If you now face defeat, you can't be any good, now!
How can you be any good, if you now face defeat?
Bush, yes, you hide all our war dead.
Press shills gladly.
Bush, yes you hide all our war dead.
Press shills gladly...

Satire about Halliburton, the oil services company formerly headed by Vice President Dick Cheney, now reaping billions in no-bid contracts to "reconstruct" Iraq's infrastructure destroyed by Bush-Cheney's illegal war

Halliburton Gold Mine
(Sung to the tune of "Working In The Coal Mine" by Lee Dorsey)

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Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

In Iraq, troops are mourning
All their dead who are gone.
Shrub should be fired.
How long can war go on?

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

(instrumental break)

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Bush the jerk ignored warnings:
War, his goal, can't be won.
With Halliburton on the ground,
His qWagmire now has to be spun.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

Halliburton: gold mine;
Cheney's crown, crown, crown.
Halliburton: gold mine;
Stooped to shaking us down.

(instrumental break)

Spoken: Bush should be fired; how long can war go on?

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Radio gasbag Rush Limbaugh now finds himself under prosecution in Florida for illegally procuring thousands of prescription painkiller pills, such as OxyContin and other dope.

Limbaugh's Pill Tower
(Sung to the tune of "Lady Willpower" by Gary Puckett & The Union Gap)

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Limbaugh's pill tower:
Found out, but never... stops hypocrisy, and
He's sour; his part in his drug mess:
Endless sleaze.

And so we'll taunt *E.I.B., 'cause Rush's maid
Had bought him drugs to ease his mind.
One thing you can be sure of:
He's unprepared for "jail love."
And you can bet he won't do time.

Limbaugh's pill tower:
Found out, but never... stops hypocrisy, and
He's sour; his part in his drug mess:
Endless sleaze.

Rush Limbaugh tries to sell you... his "facts of life."
He lies so much, with cash to burn.
Rush used to gladly preach, too:
"Druggies are bums; cops beat you."
He's in the oven, and may burn...

Limbaugh's pill tower:
Found out, but never... stops hypocrisy, and
He's sour; his part in his drug mess:
Endless sleaze.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Hey, Rush Is A Junkie
(Sung to the tune of "Hey, Hey, We're The Monkees" by The Monkees)

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Clearly bummed...
Squawking 'bout the heat...
OxyContin he took from...
Dealers on the street.

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

He says whatever he wants to;
Supports Bush and his crew.
His own crimes are defenseless,
And his excuses, few.

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

But talk radio's friendly,
Rush Limbaugh's crimes they downplay.
Revenue generation
Makes his scandal go away...

Drugs time after time...
Rush didn't care.
Now looks over his shoulder,
'Cause cops are standing there.

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

(instrumental solo)

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
Now he's too dizzy slinging
His mud putting liberals down.

But talk radio's friendly,
Rush Limbaugh's crimes they downplay.
Revenue generation
Makes his scandal go away...

Hey, Rush is a junkie;
The richest, loudest junkie around.
His ratings seem to be steady;
'Cause dittoheads worship this clown.

Bush Cabal's World Has To Fall
(Sung to the tune of "It's A Small World")

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(instrumental intro)

Shrub, the world's disaster,
The world now fears.
In a world of dopes,
Bush now leads war cheers.
There's so much that he'd dare;
His war crimes, without care.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

No one trusts this goon;
Lies he sold, undone.
War and dictatorship for everyone.
Can't unite, just divide,
And the gap's getting wide.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
They must fall, their world.

Shrub, the world's disaster,
The world now fears.
In a world of dopes,
Bush now leads war cheers.
There's so much that he'd dare;
His war crimes, without care.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

No one trusts this goon;
The emboldened dunce
Wants his dictatorship for everyone.
Can't unite, just divide,
And the gap's getting wide.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.

Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
Bush Cabal's world has to fall.
They must fall, their world.

The Bush administration had plans to go to war with Iraq within hours of illegally seizing power in the White House in 2001, waiting until 9/11 gave them the chance.

Their Damned Plan
(Sung to the tune of "Sandman" by America)

(instrumental intro)

Bush's awful poll slide...
Reasons for war: unfounded.
His quagmire; can't hide...
U.N.'s "No!" - danced around it.

Rummy's now laid bare.
Bush used fear.
They both made war crimes,
For which they cheer.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

(long instrumental break)

The Bush Years are nearly past.
We oppose his war condition.
Bush was never up to task.
World jeers his crusade-mission.

Rummy's now laid bare.
Bush used fear.
They both made war crimes,
For which they cheer.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

Iraq, then Iran; 'cause the neo-conners can;
A war was the aim of their damned plan.
Bush hides the lies 'bout who outed Plame the spy,
Our prestige now drained and abandoned.

(instrumental ending)

Slam His Crusade
(Sung to the tune of "Amber Cascades" by America)

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Slam his crusade; oil war is his way.
Bush now squawks Iraq took his cakewalk;
Victory delayed.
Troubles now brew; burst into view.
Beaten up by the bad news that hides through his crew.

We're appalled at his plan to spend cash like water;
Appalled that his plans won't stop all the slaughter,
In view... now in view.

Pan his charades; fraud made now so plain.
Soon this fall, through our votes cast, let him go.
Bush annoyed, in pain.
Shrub and his crew... battle me and you,
'Cause it's time for another leader;
Our dunce king is really quite through.

We're appalled at his plan to spend cash like water;
Appalled that his plans won't stop all the slaughter,
In view...

(instrumental break)

We're appalled at his plan to spend cash like water;
Appalled that his plans won't stop all the slaughter,
In view... now in view.

(instrumental break)

Bush...crew... all... have to go...
Bush...crew... all... have to go...

(repeat refrain and fade)

At Night, I Scream
(Sung to the tune of "Good Night, Irene" by The Kingston Trio)

As sung by Dubya, haunted by the specter of being a one-term president like his father:

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(instrumental intro)

My bad dreams at night have me worried:
Me and the Right could go down.
Now me and the Right are hau-aun-ted;
Voters could take my stolen crown.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

I could lose grip of the country.
I could lose grip, and go down.
I could lose despite de-vo-o-tion
Of the chumps who delivered my crown.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

(instrumental break)

I hope my team prolongs my coup.
I hope my power won't run dry.
I can't defend attacks on me.
I'll have to make war; tell more lies.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

I'm ramblin'... and I'm gamblin'...
I'm prayin' we're safe, Far Right.
I'm only loved by my family,
And brown-noses who aren't bright.

I scream at ni-i-ight.
I scream at night.
At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

At night, I scream.
At night, I scream.
Defeat now haunts my dreams.

Hey, Bush Is Their Monkey
(Sung to the tune of "Hey, Hey, We're The Monkees" by The Monkees)

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Clearly dumb...
Talking clown takes heat...
Controlled by smarmiest crooks from...
Oil and Wall Street.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
They'll keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down.

Make war wherever he wants to;
Whatever strikes his mood.
During war time, we're defenseless.
He's stripped our rights; we're screwed.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
They'll keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down.

Bush's time will be ending,
If we vote this king away.
Spear his administration,
And then, this dumb king will pay...

Brought end of good times.
Through "War on Terror,"
His crooks just got bolder.
We must reverse this error.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
They'll keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down.

(instrumental solo)

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
To keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down..

Bush's time will be ending,
If we vote this king away.
Spear his administration,
And then, this dumb king will pay.

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
His people keep their monkey around.
To keep Bush busy slinging
More mud if he should fall down..

Hey, Bush is their monkey.
But we don't want this monkey around.
Let's dump Bush soon, 'cause we're ready
To run Bush into the ground.

AWOL Dubya the Warmonger, who strutted ludicrously in a flight suit on an aircraft carrier, intends to run for election on a platform of more war

Fly Boy, The Buffoon
(Sung to the tune of "Fly Me To The Moon" by Frank Sinatra)

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Fly Boy, the Buffoon
Is the king of starting wars.
Next, we'll see just where he'll strike
To feed his oil whores.

He'll utter words... we can't stand.
He'll utter words... fake history.

Wars he'll start 'fore long,
To stay king for ever more.
Power's what Bush longs for;
Wants our worship and more war.

He'll utter words... so untrue...
He'll utter words... to fool you...

(instrumental break)

(repeat verses)

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)

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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.

Arms inspector David Kay announced he has found no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, further damaging the credibility of the Bush administration who went to war on false pretenses

Dave Kay Found None
(Sung to the tune of "Our Day Will Come" by Ruby & The Romantics)

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Dave Kay found none...
What weapons? Found nothing.
Bush cares 'bout oil.
Failing is Shrub the King.

Let's all give hell to Bush, who has lied just so (lied just so)
To war he'd go (war he'd go)
Let's boot... Shrubby.

Dave Kay found none.
Bushies cried "Wait a while!"
They'd cheer, then cuss;
Bush sh*t stinks for a mile.

War dreams now tragic,
'Cause our troops have to stay.
Now Shrub must pay:
Dave Kay... found none.
(Dave Kay... found none... Dave Kay... found none)

(instrumental break)

War dreams now tragic,
'Cause our troops have to stay.
Now Shrub must pay:
Dave Kay... found none.
Dave Kay... found none.

De-Select Bush 2004!


Herr Dunce Can't Reign Again
(Sung to the tune of "Here Comes The Rain Again" by The Eurythmics)

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Herr Dunce can't reign again.
War, now hundreds dead; Bush condemned is he.
War, now hundreds dead; voters save our nation.

Bush wants to squawk; in Iraq, can't win.
Bush wants to squawk like losers do.
Let's can his lyin' administration.
Cause pain to W.

Bush Baby squawks, does he....
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Squawks, does he...
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Walk! G.B.
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.

Herr Dunce can't reign again.
Raining down like lead, Dubya's tragedy.
Voters, tear apart his administration.
Ooooohh...

Do not believe Shrub's right wing spin.
He now gets dissed, like losers do.
Let's can his lyin' administration.
Cause pain to W.

Bush Baby squawks, does he?
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Squawks, does he...
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Walk! G.B.
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.

(instrumental break)

Herr Dunce can't reign again.
Raining down like lead, Dubya's tragedy.
Voters, tear apart his administration.
(Bush thrown out again, Bush thrown out again)

Bush wants to squawk; in Iraq, can't win.
Bush wants to squawk like losers do..
Let's can his lyin' administration.
Cause pain to W.

Bush Baby squawks, does he....
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Squawks, does he...
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.
Walk! G.B.
(He flopped, he flopped; he flopped, he flopped...)
Like losers do.

(repeat chorus and fade)

Bush's bogus oil war on Iraq has thus far cost the lives of 500 American troops

500 Lives
(Sung to the tune of "500 Miles" by Peter, Paul & Mary)

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Oil war, Bush campaigns on.
Bush must go; we want him gone.
Troops dead in Iraq; it's cost 500 lives.
500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives,
Thus far in Iraq, it's cost 500 lives.

The Dim Son and his crew
Lied through teeth for oil war.
Wasted 500 lives away from home.
500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives,
Wasted 500 lives away from home.

Thousands hurt when attacked,
GI's wounded - who's to blame?
Bush, the Caesar of our Rome; war's his way.
War's his way, war's his way, war's his way, war's his way.
Bush, the Caesar of our Rome; war's his way.

Oil war, Bush campaigns on.
Bush must go; we want him gone.
Troops dead in Iraq; it's cost 500 lives.
500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives, 500 lives,
Thus far in Iraq, it's cost 500 lives.

Go, Go, Go And Vote
(Sung to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat")

Go, go, go, and vote.
Bush is losing steam,
Terribly, terribly, terribly, terribly.
Wreck his right wing dream.

We'll Do Things My Way
(Sung to the tune of "My Way" by Frank Sinatra)
By Alvin Dover and W. Tong

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As sung by the unelected Emperor Dubya Bush:

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You'll bow... the trends are clear.
My cowboy acts, I'll be extending.
And so, you now must hear:
I'll need your vote; my term is ending.

For all my life, had pull.
It's always "my way or the highway."
'Cause war... means right wing bliss.
We'll do things my way.

Mistakes, cleaned by my crew,
Time and again - don't pay attention!
Did what... I had to do,
And solved Saddam, though pre-emption.

I'd planned... to start a war
With careful prep; the troops who die, pay.
'Cause war, 'cause war means bliss.
We'll do things my way.

War means good times... for me and crew.
When I'm pissed off, war's what I can do.
I'm standin' tall, and I can shout:
"Better shape up, or just get out!"
My race this fall requires gall.
We'll do things my way.

I've lied; I've gaffed; you cried.
I've had my thrill of power abusing.
That's how - more years to ride.
To run it all, it's so amusing.

Red ink? Job market flat?
More lives I'll slay:
That power's my way.
Oh yes, remember this:
We'll do things my way.

I'll attack Iran; oil they've got.
I'll help myself; strike while war's hot.
The way of kings will let me steal.
I'll not mince words: I'll seal the deal.
Those who oppose, I'll jail those.
We'll do things my way!

Mister Stolen Chair
(Sung to the tune of "Sister Golden Hair" by America)

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(instrumental intro)

It's a choice we'll make on Vote Day;
Fury at this man, repressed.
You can bet this fight won't go away.
Bush has got a big war chest.
Bush ain't ready to be altered;
Lust for oil and greed, war crimes.
Bush the Moron's goin' to see his ending time.

Fell asleep while thinking, W.,
Mister Stolen Chair, unwise.
Arrogance we loathe about you;
We can see it in your lies.
Court-appointed, unresponsive,
But he's not too hard to find
For those with the means, his kin, or of his kind.

'Til we beat him, he'll just fiddle.
'Til we beat him; take his chair.
We just loathe him, 'cause he'll diddle.
Had enough, 'cause he don't care.
Bush has tried to fake it.
We don't mind sayin'
We just won't take it.

(instrumental break)

Fell asleep while thinking, W.,
Mister Stolen Chair, unwise.
Arrogance we loathe about you;
We can see it in your lies.
Court-appointed, unresponsive,
But he's not too hard to find,
For those with the means, his kin, or of his kind.

'Til we beat him, he'll just fiddle.
'Til we beat him; take his chair.
We just loathe him, 'cause he'll diddle.
Had enough, 'cause he don't care.
Bush has tried to fake it.
We don't mind sayin'
We just won't take it.

Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...
Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...
Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...
Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya... Flop Dubya...

Lose in '04!

Bush Is Spinning Lies
(Sung to the tune of "Judy In Disguise (With Glasses)" by John Fred & His Playboys)

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(instrumental intro)

Bush is spinning lies...
About his oil war.
Neo-cons cry:
"That's what we're for!"
And their Dope tries bringing on the fight;
Bush is spinning lies (let's trash him).

(instrumental riff)

He's preparin' to go ape-sh*t.
His "War on Terror."
Not too smart;
Unseat this error.
Right wing creep world does despise:
Bush, who's spinning lies (let's trash him)

(instrumental break)

Dumb tool of the Right...
Dumb tool of the Right...
Breaking treaties just for spite.
Respect will not cling to such blight.

(instrumental riff)

Bush is spinning lies.
Well, what's he maiming for?
A world of horrors, yeah.
Hell, that's his oil war.
For taking of life, crowds lash him.

(Sung slowly:)
For mess by this fake, let's trash him.

Why He's Ripped So
(Sung to the tune of "Calypso" by John Denver)

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(instrumental intro)

He's failed by his team, due to right wing commotion;
Bush rides to conquest, a reviled rogue, whose throne...
Now works in the service of cronies' high living,
While Cheney keeps answers to questions unknown.
Right wing started the movement; started the mowing;
Started the spinning; Bush, we can't stand.

Why he's ripped so in places he's been to:
Our king is most bogus, like stories he'll tell.
Why he's ripped so, this king will not hear it.
The men who serve W. are wrongful as hell.

(Yodel:)
Got away with... leading a coup.
Now the world is... Bush's to screw.
Got away with... leading a coup.
You know what... to... do...

(instrumental break)

Bush the Doofus can't guide you;
He couldn't if he tried to.
His forces of darkness just show him the way.
His cronies brought dangers with their violent world;
They pollute the land and the air and the sea.
Bush's coup was his ride,
'Cause he didn't win - hell;
Boy Bush is nothing... without monarchy...

Why he's ripped so in places he's been to:
Our king is most bogus, like stories he'll tell.
Why he's ripped so, this king will not hear it.
The men who serve W. are wrongful as hell.

(Yodel:)
Got away with... leading a coup.
Now the world is... Bush's to screw.
Got away with... leading a coup.
You know what... to... do...

Got away with... leading a coup.
Now the world is... Bush's to screw.
Got away with... leading a coup.
You know what... to... do...

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