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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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.

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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.

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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...

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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)

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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.

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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.

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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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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.

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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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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).

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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)

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

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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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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...

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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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Loves War Madly
(Sung to the tune of "Love Her Madly" by The Doors)

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Bush just loves war madly.
Bush just needs war badly.
Bush is in a daze.
Kills who's in his way.
Bush just loves war madly.
Gonna lose, like Daddy.
Gonna lose his race.
This war lover now is squawkin' 'bout his war.
Can't keep hidden his war crimes and more.
Bush is in a daze.
Kills who's in his way.
This war lover now is squawkin' 'bout his war.

Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub, soon gone.
Let's sting him really long.
Right wing creep who schemed;
Oil sources seemed... to attract this shark.

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Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub...
Fall of Shrub, soon gone.
Let's sting him really long.
Right wing creep who schemed;
Oil sources seemed... to attract this shark.

Bush just loves war madly...
Bush just loves war madly...
Bush just loves war madly...
Bush just loves war madly...

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Bush Baby, Your Slayin' Is Wrong
(Sung to the tune of "Hey Baby (They're Playin' Our Song) by The Buckinghams)

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Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Since 9-1-1, used fear to enrich your right wing throng.
Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Bombed Iraq together, with Blair, who went along.

You're the one who abused democracy...
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You're the one who made a fake presidency...
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The press keeps folks all snoozin'...
Props up the Shrub; hides the war he's losin'...

Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Since 9-1-1 used fear to enrich your right wing throng.
Bush Baby, your slayin' is wrong.
Bombed Iraq together, with Blair, who went along.

Blatant forgeries were cooked up by your team...
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So next November, we'll vote out your regime...
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War: revenue-enhancing...
You're out of time; a boil we'll be lancing...

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Bush Baby! Bush Baby!
Bush Baby! Bush Baby!

Blatant forgeries were cooked up by your team...
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So next November, we'll vote out your regime...
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War: revenue-enhancing...
You're out of time; a boil we'll be lancing...

Bush Baby! Bush Baby!
They're sayin' you're wrong.
Can't you hear them now?

Bush Baby! Bush Baby!
They're sayin' you're wrong.
Can't you hear them now?

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Mr. War Machine Man
(Sung to the tune of "Mr. Tambourine Man" by The Byrds)

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He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Tries to keep us from the polling place we're going to.
He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Bush's jingoistic warring has him hated and booed.

Bogus war, he's ripped for his aggressive brinkmanship.
Laws so senseless; our rights stripped.
Foreign lands within his grip.
World opposed his dumb mis-steps.
Waiting for when Bush's boot heels come a-plundering.
Shrub's ready to bomb anywhere.
He's ready for to raid.
Leads his own parade.
Blasting, bringing hell his way.
War premise? He has blundered it.

He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Tries to keep us from the polling place we're going to.
He's Mr. War Machine Man; war's his policy.
Bush's jingoistic warring has him hated and booed.

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He's Killer Dubya
(Sung to the tune of "Hava Nagila")

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Dubya... he's Killer Dubya.
He's killer Dubya.
A killer who wants his war.

Dubya... he's Killer Dubya.
He's killer Dubya.
A killer who wants his war.

Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Bush wants his war.

Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Killer wants no peace now.
Bush wants his war.

Misled...misled, faking.
Misled, faking; war for nothing.
Misled, faking; war for nothing.
Misled, faking; war for nothing.
Misled, faking.
Misled, faking.
War for no-o-o-o-thing.

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Over three decades ago, Poppy Bush pulled strings to help Dubya avoid the Vietnam War by training as a pilot for an obsolete airplane in the Texas Air National Guard - and Shrub still went AWOL for a year!

Military Man
(Sung to the tune of "Solitary Man" by Neil Diamond)

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Pretender was fine at draft time; Shrub could flounder,
At his whim... who stopped him?
Air Guard played along; Bush's throng and his Dad bought
Zilch to do... Shrub could hide, too.

Shrub crowed he could kill through his will; makes war blindly.
The world he would slay, but still play games; act "kindly."
Just another scam...
Bush, "military man."
Military man.

Bush had to use fear, or we'd jeer, "Shrub's a small bird."
Part-time king... fake with strings.
We know he's a dunce who had once shirked his duty.
One year along... AWOL's wrong..

Shrub crowed he could kill through his will; makes war blindly.
The world he would slay, but still play games; act "kindly."
Just another scam...
Bush, "military man."
Military man.

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Shrub crowed he could kill through his will; makes war blindly.
The world he would slay, but still play games; act "kindly."
Just another scam...
Bush, "military man."
Military man.
Military man...
Military man...
Military man...

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AWOL Dubya, stung by widespread criticism of his flight suit appearance on an aircraft carrier proclaiming war victory, has recently disavowed the embarassing "Mission Accomplished" banner from the event, which he now blames on the Navy

He's No Top Gun
(Sung to the tune of "Shotgun" by Junior Walker & The All-Stars)

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He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

Blame his Iraq mess.
Economy is down now.
Bush just made himself a "top gun" - how?
Dressed-up Bush Baby clown; press said "Wow!"
Bullsh*t was loaded up; made his vow.
Again, let's boot him when he runs now...

He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

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He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

Tell Bush goodbye; he'll lose.
We say he's going down
Won't miss him; Bush, we won't choose.
Quayle couldn't.... spell "potatoes."
Boot Bush; let's throw tomatoes.

He's no Top Gun.
Boot him when he runs now.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Boot the Bush Baby.
Hey!

It's our revenge time.
It's our revenge time.
It's our revenge time.
Hey!

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War-Drunken W.
(Sung to the tune of "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family)

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Shrub's keeping... Far Right neocons' oil war wet dream.
Chaos since Iraq's break-up; patrol things for oil-hocking; all in vain.
Their war plan was insane; they held a gun to Iraq's head.
And fling bombs; thousands dead; U.N. doubts the words Bush said.
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)

World's mourning... bombed folks and oil-stealing.
Shrub didn't know how to deal with... the U.N.; he decided for himself,
He'd go to war himself, and stop all talk about it.
And didn't he go about it? Didn't balk, he wants "ka-boom."
War-drunken W. (War-drunken W.)

War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.

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War-drunken W... is whom the world is afraid of.
They're afraid when Shrub gets pissed off.
The Shrub, they've never cared for.
War-drunken W.... loves war and strife he made up
Has to hurry; get his way... before Election Day.

Too easy? The neocons said, "Don't worry."
Their oil war makes them happy.
Go vote and say, "Hey, go away! Don't kill!"
Don't keep your voices still.
So don't just play around, boot W.
Bush can't think; let's make him face... his disaster; lose his race.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

Wouldn't that be lovely?
War-drunken W.

'Tis the season - tease their folly!

Bush's arrogant doctrine of pre-emptive war shows utter contempt for the international rule of law

World's Laws, He's Breaking Down
(Sung to the tune of "Santa Claus Is Back In Town" by Elvis Presley)

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(Backup singers: War lust... war lust... war lust....)

Soon, election time for Bush Baby,
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Soon, election time for Bush Baby,
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Starting new wars all over the world,
World's laws, he's breaking down.

Bush whipped up Hussein-fear
To launch his attack.
For war, he was drumming,
As his "9-1-1 payback."
Oh-h... soon, election time for Bush Baby,
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Starting new wars all over the world,
World's laws, he's breaking down.

(Backup singers: War lust... war lust... war lust....)

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Oppportunity's knocking...
To vote out the Right.
Bush's cause is boggin' down; a quagmire to fight.
Oh, soon, election time for Bush Baby
And his polls are falling to the ground.
Starting new wars all over the world,
World's laws, he's breaking down.

(Backup singers: War lust... war lust... war lust....)

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