Lied, Lied, Shrub
(Sung to the tune of "Bye Bye Love" by The Everly Brothers)

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Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Must go, Bush Baby; want someone new.
He sure was crappy, for all to view.
Must go, Bush Baby; inept as sin.
He lied; there's no chance, his war can win.

Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Oil war has no chance; we're through with Shrubs
We're through with counting... graves through his flubs.
Bush is the reason... that we're less free.
'Cause of Bush Baby's damned monarchy.

Lied, lied, Shrub.
Lied 'bout Iraq mess;
His own war distress.
How many troops have died?
Bush lied; caused them to die.
Bush lied; caused them to die.

Dumb, Not Smart
(Sung to the tune of "Young At Heart" by Frank Sinatra)

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Bush has failed; yes, it's true; just pure crap from his coup;
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.
A blowhard, now maligned; who is narrow of mind,
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.

Bush would go to extremes with impossible schemes.
We will laugh when his dreams fall apart at the seams.
His life's now nailbiting 'til Election Day
'Cause Shrub's no leader, he'll depart, get sent away.

Iraq oil, to him's worth every treasure on Earth
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.
He's so rich, he's a czar; but so much below par,
'Cause he's dumb, not smart.

No, his throne won't survive, though he'll try to contrive
About all of his jive; but his polls now still dive.
It's clear, he must depart.
He isn't head smart,
'Cause this czar has flung a load of dung; not smart.

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No, his throne won't survive, though he'll try to contrive
About all of his jive; but his polls now still dive.
It's clear, he must depart.
He isn't head smart,
'Cause this czar has flung a load of dung; not smart.

After the deaths of nearly 700 U.S. troops and over 10,000 civilians in Iraq in a war started by his lies, Bush's tasteless joke about missing WMD's in Iraq during the annual dinner of the Radio and Television News Correspondents Association has drawn widespread criticism.

Jokes About His Lies
(Sung to the tune of "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes" by The Platters)

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There's no doubt that Bush knew
His war lies weren't true.
No-o-o-o...
Thousands of folks died
In Iraq, for pride.
WMD's "hide."

No weapons did we find.
Rush to war was blind.
So-o-o-o...
Now Iraq's on fire.
Bush, whom we despise,
Jokes about his lies.

Bush's gaffe, reporters cruelly laugh;
They think "a great joke" from Shrub.
Bush will play; Rove tells him what to say.
There's still no doubt, he'll flub.

Soon, laughing will subside;
Fears Bush cannot hide.
No-o-o-o...
On Election Day,
Bush may say goodbye.
Joked about his lies...

(Joked about his lies... joked about his lies...)

Joked... a-bout... his... lies!

Did Dubya and Condi need an INVITATION CARD warning?!

Gory Story In Fallujah
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic" by Julia Ward Howe)

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Bush lies obscene;
The story of his oily Iraq war.
He is trampling on our rights;
That's what his fascist path is for.
He's accused now of just frightening us
To steal more from the poor.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Pushed ahead for acting hostile:
Iraq war, for oil to steal.
Made a viceroy of Bremer;
With insurgents, he can't deal.
Shrub's no hero; he's a moron;
War quagmire is for real.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Folks are sounding forth to dump him,
And his polls are in retreat.
In Iraq, the body parts of men
Were seen dragged through the street.
Bush won't shift his role or change his whim,
Or stand to face the heat.
His bogus war goes on.

Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
Gory story in Fallujah.
His bogus war goes on.

Dedicated to Bush's National Security Advisor, Condoleeza Rice, caught in her own web of lies about the Bush Administration's 9/11 coverup

Rambling Rice
(Sung to the tune of "Rambling Rose" by Nat King Cole)

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Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Bush had gambled...
Bad advice.
While chill winds blow... on Bush's show
Your lies taint you, oh, rambling Rice.

Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Bush had gambled...
Bad advice.
People loathe you; your speech untrue.
You're still rambling, a Bush pawn.

Rambling Rice...
Rambling Rice...
Press now taunts you; liar's price.
You love W., Shrub is through.
Bush can't cling to you, Rambling Rice.

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Dedicated to looney right wing columnist and TV pundit Ann Coulter

All She Wants To Is Rant
(Sung to the tune of "All She Wants To Do Is Dance" by Don Henley)

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Ann Coulter pissed off listeners, and writes with poison pen,
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Goebbels, she's Goebbels; she's at it again.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Female shock jock tale; she doesn't think.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Makin' things up; she's such as waste of ink.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Crazy people talk unsound, with blood in her eyes.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Wild-eyed are flag wavers, who'd send others to die.
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Speaking with deceit;
Helping Bush to cheat.
She and her party (Bush)...
Ought to be smacked down (Bush)
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant.

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She'd let government bug your bedroom, for the dirt that they can scrounge,
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Just hear her noise; she's shilling from her comfy right wing lounge.
'Cause all she wants to do is rant, rant.
Let's give 'em hell; she's smarmy; so are thugs of Bush Crew
'Cause all she wants to do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Bush appointed by Supreme Court; votes he did without.
Rich got tax cuts; what a fun way; while we little people pout.
But Bush won't be back; we're cranky.
We're ending Bush's coup.
Boot Coulter's honey.
And all she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.

Speaking with deceit;
Helping Bush to cheat.
She and her party (Bush)...
Ought to be smacked down (Bush)
And all she wants do is...
All she wants to do is rant... her right wing slant.
All she wants to do is rant...

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The Mad Man

Dubya and his administration unravels as they are unable to refute the testimony of former security official Richard Clarke, who blasts the Bushies for being obsessed with Iraq, while being negligent and unprepared against terrorism, leading to the September 11 attacks.

Richard Clarke, Shut Up
(Sung to the tune of "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones)

As sung by a desperate Dubya Bush, about to lose his "wartime president" credential:

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Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!
Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!

He exposed my plot!
Bin Laden got off; Iraq war's a flop!
Richard Clarke, shut up!
Richard Clarke, shut up - why won't he stop?!

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

My war's for oil, for gasoline.
I talked smooth; rode on my lean war machine...
Clarke, shut u-u-up!

Richard Clarke, shut up!
The war I started is now all I've got, I've got, I've got...
I can't compete...
With John Kerry, so I'll have to cheat.
Clarke has fu**ed things up!
I won't like to lose my winner's cup, winner's cup

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

I am irate!
Clarke rips my spleen.
It won't be easy;
Slime him, my mean machine.
Clarke, shut u-u-up!

Richard Clarke, shut up!
Don't stall my plot.
Why won't you ever, ever, ever stop?!
Never, never... shut him up!

My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!
My secrets blown sky high!

I have been skinned; Clarke did the squeeze.
There were no traces of WMDs.
Clarke, shut u-u-up!
What'd he say, when will he ever stop, ever stop?!
Never stops, never stops!
Fu**ed me u-u-up...

Never stops, never stops, never stops!

My, my, my secrets blown sky high!
My, my, my secrets blown sky high!
My, my, my secrets blown sky high!

I, I hate that man, he's scum.
I, I hate that man, he's scum...

National Security Advisor Condi Rice refuses to testify under oath to the 9/11 commission, and keeps tripping over her own words trying to defend the Bush administration's pre-decision to blame the 9/11 attacks on Iraq instead of Al Qaida terrorists, as revealed by former counterterrorism official Richard Clarke

Condi
(Sung to the tune of "Windy" by The Association)

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Who's speaking out all over the beltway,
Avoiding blame; not clearing the air?
Whose standing now is low from what Clarke showed?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

Who's ripped right now - does she deserve pity?
Piling are charges, stinging like bees.
Who sees no doubt in war Bush would foment?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

'Cause Condi's unsworn, she lies:
"Hijackers don't come from skies."
Ask Condi, how "things got by"
Dubya's dumb crowd? (Dubya's dumb crowd)

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'Cause Condi's unsworn, she lies:
"Hijackers don't come from skies."
Ask Condi, how "things got by"
Dubya's dumb crowd? (Dubya's dumb crowd)

Who's speaking out all over the beltway,
Avoiding blame; not clearing the air?
Whose standing now is low from what Clarke showed?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

Who's ripped right now - does she deserve pity?
Piling are charges, stinging like bees.
Who sees no doubt in war Bush would foment?
Everyone knows it's Condi.

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National Security Advisor Condoleeza Rice refuses to testify under oath to the bipartisan 9/11 Commission, but has plenty of time to appear on talk shows, while failing to refute the testimony of Richard Clarke

Nothing More That I Can Say
(Sung to the tune of "More Than I Can Say" by Leo Sayer)

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As sung by Condoleeza Rice:

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No, no, no way!
There's nothing more that I can say.
My past advice to Bush brought sorrow, so...
There's nothing more that I can say.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more that I can say.

I didn't know how things would go
When Clarke said he was gonna show
What he'd seen; we'll still deny:
Iraq War based on a lie.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more that I can say.

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I didn't know how things would go
When Clarke said he was gonna show
What he'd seen; we'll still deny:
Iraq War based on a lie.

No, no, no way!
There's nothing more that I can say.
My past advice to Bush brought sorrow, so...
There's nothing more that I can say.

No, no, I won't say
Why 9/11 went that way.
Clarke's words a knife; kills our tomorrow, so
There's nothing more than I can say.

There's nothing more that I can say.
There's nothing more that I can say, so...
(More, I will not say)
There's nothing more that I can say.
(More, I will not say)...

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Oh, yeah?!

Dubya and his administration unvravels as they are unable to refute the testimony of former security official Richard Clarke, who blasts the Bushies for obsessed with Iraq, while being negligent and unprepared against terrorism, leading to the September 11 attacks

Go Away, Richard Clarke
(Sung to the tune of "Saturday In The Park" by Chicago)

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As sung by a desperate Dubya Bush, about to lose his "wartime president" credentials:

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Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!
Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!

War-enhancing, war-hawk staffing;
Our planned Iraq war dream.
Where did my pals go wrong?!
Clarke's words got played, night and all day:
"Neocons rigged it: Afghanistan.
And they'd been waitin' for a long time...
For bombs away..."

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Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!
Go away... Richard Clarke!
His testimony's torture, oh my!

Clarke's still talking, charges piling.
I plan staying still czar.
Stings us, one and all.
Folks say I estranged the world.
My plan's big, yes (big was my plan)
Clarke's revelations at the wrong time...
They still play...

Scandal horizons... darken my election day.
My press fans... still can... spin stories my own way.
This just kills me... Clarke, please get lost!
Clarke, please get lost!
Oh, no, no...

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What'd you say... Richard Clarke?
Go away, you're bleeding me dry!
What'd you say... Richard Clarke?
Go away, you're bleeding me dry!

Rove is screeching; scandal's touching;
A squeal from the nation:
Wanting my recall (wanting my recall)
Now I'm taunted, really taunted
Can Rove rig it? (yes, he can)
Clarke's revelations at the wrong time...
They still play...

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Throw Bush Out
(Sung to the tune of "Twist And Shout" by The Beatles)

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We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

We'll throw those jerks out (Throw those jerks out)
Yeah, they're all crooks; no good (Crooks - no good)
You know the Shrub needs mowing now (Shrub needs mowing)
Stop the Reverse Robin Hood (Reverse Robin Hood)

We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

You know he's dissed by the world (Dissed by the world)
Because he's dissed, he'll whine (Dissed, he'll whine)
A con artist and boaster, now (con artist, boaster).
Sheep think he's oh-so-divine (Oh-so-divine)

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We'll shake up Bush Baby, now (Shake up Bush Baby)
Throw Bush out (Throw Bush out)
The neocons and Bush Baby, now (Dumb Bush Baby)
Neocon jerks we'll throw out (Jerks we'll throw out)

You know he's dissed by the world (Dissed by the world)
Because he's dissed, he'll whine (Dissed, he'll whine)
A con artist and boaster, now (con artist, boaster).
Sheep think he's oh-so-divine (Oh-so-divine)

We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...
We'll shake up, shake up, shake Bush Baby now (Shake up Bush Baby)...

Oust W.
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do" by Mouth and MacNeal)

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Dunce made head, all through a coup;
We all remember why.
As king, Bush blundered; yes, it's true.
The press just lets him lie.
There's less than one more year to go;
Get rid of W.
Let's start that revolution that
Spells end for Bush and crew...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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Dunce made head, all through a coup;
We all remember why.
As king, Bush blundered; yes, it's true.
The press just lets him lie.
There's less than one more year to go;
Get rid of W.
Let's start that revolution that
Spells end for Bush and crew...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

Oust W... uh-huh!
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
We'll end... his coup;
We're gonna vote out Dubya.
Say "No!" to war,
And policies of Dubya.
Can't take no more...
No more of stinkin' Dubya.
Yes, we loathe him to the core...

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The Dummy Flopped
(Sung to the tune of "The Bunny Hop")

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Move the country forward.
Throw that Dubya out.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

Fascists run the nation;
His administration.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

The Bushes' time is done;
Father and Dim Son
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

Fascists run the nation;
His administration.
Bush the dummy flopped!
Flopped, flopped, flopped!

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"His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane" - Prime Minister Jose Maria Aznar and his ruling Conservative Party successor are ousted from office by angry citizens for backing Bush's illegal war on Iraq, and for instigating a terrorist attack on Madrid. One down, two (Blair and Bush) to go!

Spanish Mayhem
(Sung to the tune of "Spanish Harlem" by Ben E. King)

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The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
The Socialists who won in Spain opposed Dim Son.
Bad news now comes out all too soon, now when Bush must run.
Fans of our czar now bleat; fears grow 'bout defeat;
Through oft-repeated scheming.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
Through lies, Iraq, Bush stole; bombs rained down, claiming souls.
He'd lose a fight if fair; and then he'd lose control.
His War On Terror hardened the neocon clique
Who chose to slaughter and impose, without pardon.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
Aznar (Bush pup) brought Spanish mayhem.
Through lies, Iraq, Bush stole; bombs rained down, claiming souls.
He'd lose a fight if fair; and then he'd lose control.
His War On Terror hardened the neocon clique
Who chose to slaughter and impose, without pardon.

The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)
The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)
The path Bush chose brought Spanish mayhem.
(Dubya, Dubya, Dubya, duh!)

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Satire about outgoing Prime Minister Jose Maria Aznar of Spain, whose ruling Conservative Party was ousted by citizens outraged at his support of Bush's war on Iraq, which led to a terrorist attack on Madrid

His Reign In Spain
(Sung to the tune of "The Rain In Spain" from the Broadway musical, "My Fair Lady)

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His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

Now, once again, who lost his reign?
It's so plain! It's so plain!
Where's Aznar, down the drain?
In Spain! In Spain!

His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

Such harsh words, were heard, for damn sure!
There in Spain, it did happen!
'Cause W. is really dumb.

Now, once again, who lost his reign?
It's so plain! It's so plain!
Where's Aznar, down the drain?
In Spain! In Spain!

His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!
His reign in Spain is plainly on the wane!

B.S., Duh-Buh-You
(Sung to the tune of "P.S. I Love You" by The Beatles)

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Hasn't gotten better...
Since his 2K coup.
September 11 war craze:
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!

Treachery and worse; war, hell for leather.
It's you we'll loathe forever.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

You'll be going home again; yes, you, Shrub.
Election Day, you, we'll drub.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

Hasn't gotten better...
Since his 2K coup.
September 11 war craze: B.S., Duh-Buh-You!

Treachery and worse; war, hell for leather.
It's you we'll loathe forever.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!

You'll be going home again; yes, you, Shrub.
Election Day, you, we'll drub.
B.S., Duh-Buh-You!
You we will boot!
You we will boot!
We loathe you!
We loathe you!

End The Shrub's Big Show
(Sung to the tune of "And I Love You So" by Don McLean)

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End the Shrub's big show.
Good people, blast him now.
Take a solemn vow:
Expel him when you vote.

A mess made of our land;
John Ashcroft chases sin.
The right wing rants again.
These crazy kooks command.

Shrub's mess... we know...
More war and strife there'll be.
It's long past Halloween;
Still, Shrub's nightmare mess we see.
But we...won't let...
Bush repeat, vet his crown.
Vote him out quite proudly.

End the Shrub's big coup.
He brought theocracy.
Bush said we were too free.
Unhappy that we boo.

A crook for life, and thief.
A world enraged, not led.
Iraq: thousands dead.
Inept, Bush as chief.

Shrub's mess... we know...
More war and strife there'll be.
It's long past Halloween;
Still, Shrub's nightmare mess we see.
But we...won't let...
Bush repeat, vet his crown.
Vote him out quite proudly.