John "100-Year War" McCain Is Insane
Monday, January 21, 2008
Bush's Crimes, They Aren't A-Changin'
(Sung to the tune of "The Times They Are A-Changin' " by Bob Dylan)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(Intro: Excerpt from "Taps")
Bush blathers on, people; unclever, this drone.
So clueless 'bout flood waters in New Orleans, shown.
Won't accept it that soon, he'll be wrenched from his throne.
Bush's crimes and wars have you slavin',
Kills men, children, and women, in his Mideast war zone.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
He'd lock up all critics, this King of Pretend.
All his crimes he must hide, 'fore his reign comes to end.
This mind-weak buffoon, who needs press goons to spin.
And there's no tellin' who Bush is blamin'
For his lame duck regime means his party can't win.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's senators, congressmen helped his cabal.
His kind in the Beltway, we should boot them all.
All the people he's hurt; all the world, he's appalled.
Non-reality, relied just upon stagin'
Hired goons, fakes, and bimbos; led to Bush's downfall.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's mother and father, both helped him soft-land.
He politicized policies in our land.
Your sons, sent to slaughter, for his wars, by command.
Bush the Toad is rapidly agin'
We'll elect a new one; Bush the pRez, we can't stand.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Soon Bush will be gone, and the rest of his cast.
As voters, vow Bush's kind will not last.
Fix the present, now, and remember the past.
Shrub's order is rapidly fading.
In history, how he'll come in dead last.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
(Sung to the tune of "The Times They Are A-Changin' " by Bob Dylan)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(Intro: Excerpt from "Taps")
Bush blathers on, people; unclever, this drone.
So clueless 'bout flood waters in New Orleans, shown.
Won't accept it that soon, he'll be wrenched from his throne.
Bush's crimes and wars have you slavin',
Kills men, children, and women, in his Mideast war zone.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
He'd lock up all critics, this King of Pretend.
All his crimes he must hide, 'fore his reign comes to end.
This mind-weak buffoon, who needs press goons to spin.
And there's no tellin' who Bush is blamin'
For his lame duck regime means his party can't win.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's senators, congressmen helped his cabal.
His kind in the Beltway, we should boot them all.
All the people he's hurt; all the world, he's appalled.
Non-reality, relied just upon stagin'
Hired goons, fakes, and bimbos; led to Bush's downfall.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Shrub's mother and father, both helped him soft-land.
He politicized policies in our land.
Your sons, sent to slaughter, for his wars, by command.
Bush the Toad is rapidly agin'
We'll elect a new one; Bush the pRez, we can't stand.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Soon Bush will be gone, and the rest of his cast.
As voters, vow Bush's kind will not last.
Fix the present, now, and remember the past.
Shrub's order is rapidly fading.
In history, how he'll come in dead last.
Bush's crimes, they aren't a-changin'!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Bush Wants The World
(Sung to the tune of "Joy To The World")
Parody lyrics by John E. Costello
Click HERE for MIDI music
Bush wants the world, and every one.
George Bush wants to be King
Let everyone prepare his doom
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please, oh please just impeach him!
Bush wants the world, yet he still reigns
Dubya, he must pay
While war and bombs and dumb decisions
Repeat every day
Repeat every day
Repeat, repeat every day!
No more let death and tears grow
Nor bodies lay on the ground
This war was planned by him, we know
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as, far as, Bush is concerned!
He wants the world, he's a disgrace
And every one can prove
The stories of his stupidness
And that he has no love
And that he has no love
And that, that, he has no love.
(Sung to the tune of "Joy To The World")
Parody lyrics by John E. Costello
Click HERE for MIDI music
Bush wants the world, and every one.
George Bush wants to be King
Let everyone prepare his doom
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please just impeach him
Oh please, oh please just impeach him!
Bush wants the world, yet he still reigns
Dubya, he must pay
While war and bombs and dumb decisions
Repeat every day
Repeat every day
Repeat, repeat every day!
No more let death and tears grow
Nor bodies lay on the ground
This war was planned by him, we know
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as Bush is concerned
Far as, far as, Bush is concerned!
He wants the world, he's a disgrace
And every one can prove
The stories of his stupidness
And that he has no love
And that he has no love
And that, that, he has no love.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Fu**ing Up The Country
(Sung to the tune of "Goin' Up The Country" by Canned Heat)
Click HERE for MIDI music
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up more places; cookin' up more endless war.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
Let him jump in that water; he speaks bunk all the time.
(instrumental solo)
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
All his f**k-ups are fightenin' - we all know he sure can't stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
He'd attack Iran, he's going to some day; but he can't even lead the U.S.A.
Bush will not take blame, for fu**k-ups to this day.
(instrumental solo)
Iraqis are running, and screaming, and dying.
We should impeach this man; Bush is out of time.
(instrumental solo)
(Sung to the tune of "Goin' Up The Country" by Canned Heat)
Click HERE for MIDI music
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up the country; Dubya has made it so.
He's f**king up more places; cookin' up more endless war.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
He's sayin', he's sayin' - polluted water is just fine.
Let him jump in that water; he speaks bunk all the time.
(instrumental solo)
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
His legacy is sh*tty; let's send Bush away.
All his f**k-ups are fightenin' - we all know he sure can't stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
Bush Baby in Iraq is stuck; he says our troops have got to stay.
He'd attack Iran, he's going to some day; but he can't even lead the U.S.A.
Bush will not take blame, for fu**k-ups to this day.
(instrumental solo)
Iraqis are running, and screaming, and dying.
We should impeach this man; Bush is out of time.
(instrumental solo)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
It's Bush's Sh*t
(Sung to the tune of "If This Is It" by Huey Lewis & The News)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush keeps droning...
Wants more warring.
Whole world says, "Hell, Bush, go home!"
No more Bush-messing
Would be a blessing.
Ruled by this fool for seven years long.
Hear more Bush lies; more war for oil stealing.
More troops will die; Bush says there's nothing wrong.
Bush will still try... to make up phony reasons.
Bush will not leave, without bein' relieved.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
Bush ain't thinking.
He's back to drinking.
Dubya knows things are just not right.
He's still pretending
His reign's not ending.
He'll say anything to start up a fight.
Bush will just lie, war hell just feeds the greedy.
More troops will die; Bush tells us nothing's wrong.
Ever far-right; Shrub's way (there's no other).
Dubya must go, to face impeachment day.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(instrumental break)
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "If This Is It" by Huey Lewis & The News)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
Bush keeps droning...
Wants more warring.
Whole world says, "Hell, Bush, go home!"
No more Bush-messing
Would be a blessing.
Ruled by this fool for seven years long.
Hear more Bush lies; more war for oil stealing.
More troops will die; Bush says there's nothing wrong.
Bush will still try... to make up phony reasons.
Bush will not leave, without bein' relieved.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
Bush ain't thinking.
He's back to drinking.
Dubya knows things are just not right.
He's still pretending
His reign's not ending.
He'll say anything to start up a fight.
Bush will just lie, war hell just feeds the greedy.
More troops will die; Bush tells us nothing's wrong.
Ever far-right; Shrub's way (there's no other).
Dubya must go, to face impeachment day.
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(instrumental break)
It's Bush's sh*t.
Bush has to go!
Let's impeach Shrub; put an end to his show.
It's Bush's sh*t.
We'll taunt him so.
Let's impeach Shrub, just say "Yo!"
(repeat chorus and fade)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
He's Got No Business Being King
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
By Dick, Bush was told, "Stay in my shadow."
Supreme Court-installed and put in place.
Fascist intentions brought on-line, that's his way.
PATRIOT Act stole our rights blind.
Though Bush was a dunce, he basked in glory.
Executive power gathered strength.
For war, he would chase, to escape blame, before long.
For war, he's reviled; his cronies' gain.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Dissent disappeared; it went unnoticed.
Bush worked to install fear in your heart.
He covered up things to hide the truth, so you won't know it.
His brain has nothing; that's still true.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
(Sung to the tune of "You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
By Dick, Bush was told, "Stay in my shadow."
Supreme Court-installed and put in place.
Fascist intentions brought on-line, that's his way.
PATRIOT Act stole our rights blind.
Though Bush was a dunce, he basked in glory.
Executive power gathered strength.
For war, he would chase, to escape blame, before long.
For war, he's reviled; his cronies' gain.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Dissent disappeared; it went unnoticed.
Bush worked to install fear in your heart.
He covered up things to hide the truth, so you won't know it.
His brain has nothing; that's still true.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Yes, everyone knows that Shrub's a zero,
Not Emperor-King (he'd like to be).
He pushed war through lies; did things illegal.
He's got no business being king.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Continued Slaying And More Torture
(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
Our crooked boss, bombing faraway lands...
Mired forever, there in Iraqi sand.
Cronies were greedy; war, Bush's answer.
The Bush cabal's war not going as they planned.
The mental midge; says, "Do things my way!"
Bush and the far right shrink from war zone.
They made it happen, oil wars they're scheming.
It doesn't matter that the world tells Bush, "No!"
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
So on and on... war keeps on running.
Bush approved torture and torture-lite.
Blood runs in rivers; for oil, to take it.
Bush ignored peace and alarms to fight.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
(repeat and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "The Border" by America)
(Sorry, no MIDI music is available)
(instrumental intro)
Our crooked boss, bombing faraway lands...
Mired forever, there in Iraqi sand.
Cronies were greedy; war, Bush's answer.
The Bush cabal's war not going as they planned.
The mental midge; says, "Do things my way!"
Bush and the far right shrink from war zone.
They made it happen, oil wars they're scheming.
It doesn't matter that the world tells Bush, "No!"
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
So on and on... war keeps on running.
Bush approved torture and torture-lite.
Blood runs in rivers; for oil, to take it.
Bush ignored peace and alarms to fight.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Continued slaying and more torture...
Continued slaying lets Bush boast...
Continued slaying and more torture...
Through the force of arms; by the world, he's loathed the most!
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
Dubya... Dubya... Dubya... Dubya...
Slayer who loves torture.
(repeat and fade)
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