Our Country Visibly
(Sung to the tune of "My Country 'Tis of Thee")
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Our country visibly
Clamped down on liberty
Since Bush was king.
Pre-emptive war; the prize:
Oil (which Bush still denies)
Piled like a mountain are his lies.
Freedom ain't his thing.
Our country visibly
Became a monarchy,
With Bush, as king.
War on Iraq to kill
Torture and power, his thrill.
Cronies so greedy, grabbed their fill
Bush and his right wing.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
It's The Last Chance For Me
(Sung to the tune of "Save The Last Dance For Me" by The Drifters)
As sung by pResident George Dubya Bush, who dreams of accumulating still more imperial power as he waits out his last few months in office
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My last chance... my last chance to try...
To raise my polls high, and save my party's Right.
All the while, problems pile; got no plan
For Aghanistan, or the Iraq fight.
CHORUS:
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Yes, I know... I said "everything's fine,"
Long as power is mine, being Prez is fun.
Bein' King; finish what I start
Before I depart; hope my war is won.
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Don't you know that I don't want to go?
Got Dick Cheney as my crutch.
Spy and torture folks, on my say-so.
I love power so much!
My last chance... to carry on,
Before my term is gone, and it's time to go.
It's my task, to enhance my throne
And my power zone - no one tells me "no"
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
(repeat refrain and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "Save The Last Dance For Me" by The Drifters)
As sung by pResident George Dubya Bush, who dreams of accumulating still more imperial power as he waits out his last few months in office
Click HERE for MIDI music
My last chance... my last chance to try...
To raise my polls high, and save my party's Right.
All the while, problems pile; got no plan
For Aghanistan, or the Iraq fight.
CHORUS:
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Yes, I know... I said "everything's fine,"
Long as power is mine, being Prez is fun.
Bein' King; finish what I start
Before I depart; hope my war is won.
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
Don't you know that I don't want to go?
Got Dick Cheney as my crutch.
Spy and torture folks, on my say-so.
I love power so much!
My last chance... to carry on,
Before my term is gone, and it's time to go.
It's my task, to enhance my throne
And my power zone - no one tells me "no"
But, don't forget who rules you at home,
And my way's how it's gonna be
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
More power!
It's the last chance for me!
(repeat refrain and fade)
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Insultin' The King
(Sung to the tune of "Sultans of Swing" by Dire Straits)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
He's chicken-livered; isn't smart; he's been straining from the start, in prime time.
Polluted rivers and slop; Bush sold everything.
His base all live in Dixie; cheer his war crime.
It's the Far Right who don't fear what hubris brings.
Bush gets free rides; he hasn't been to many places.
Aznar thrown out now in Spain; Bush fears, as polls go down.
Iraq war attrition; opposition he faces.
Both domestic and foreign; he's still unsound.
Polls have gone south...
Polls have gone south, Bush dragged down.
Let's throw out Dumb Czar George, who thinks he's overlord.
Our nation's in schism; he doesn't want to take blame for anything.
Fighting his oils wars are what we can't afford.
When he f*cks up, by "divine right," he'll say "I'm King."
Dick Cheney doesn't mind... to be the Boss behind the scenes.
He's pulled off big crime jobs, without a fight.
He'll deny that he's wrong 'bout just everything.
Iraq's f*cked up - a "cakewalk" - right?!
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king."
Bush's crowd all make noise; they can be found in his corner.
Drunk with power to arrest and torture; they lied 'bout their roles.
They don't give a damn... about any rights left in our land.
Don't care what we want; just their goals.
We're insultin' these zeroes... zeroes!
Remember the time Dick was caught on the microphone?
"Major league asshole" - don't his words still ring.
W's far right; now it's time he went home.
Few more months to go, so let's sing:
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king"!
(instrumental riff and ending)
(Sung to the tune of "Sultans of Swing" by Dire Straits)
Click HERE for MIDI music
(instrumental intro)
He's chicken-livered; isn't smart; he's been straining from the start, in prime time.
Polluted rivers and slop; Bush sold everything.
His base all live in Dixie; cheer his war crime.
It's the Far Right who don't fear what hubris brings.
Bush gets free rides; he hasn't been to many places.
Aznar thrown out now in Spain; Bush fears, as polls go down.
Iraq war attrition; opposition he faces.
Both domestic and foreign; he's still unsound.
Polls have gone south...
Polls have gone south, Bush dragged down.
Let's throw out Dumb Czar George, who thinks he's overlord.
Our nation's in schism; he doesn't want to take blame for anything.
Fighting his oils wars are what we can't afford.
When he f*cks up, by "divine right," he'll say "I'm King."
Dick Cheney doesn't mind... to be the Boss behind the scenes.
He's pulled off big crime jobs, without a fight.
He'll deny that he's wrong 'bout just everything.
Iraq's f*cked up - a "cakewalk" - right?!
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king."
Bush's crowd all make noise; they can be found in his corner.
Drunk with power to arrest and torture; they lied 'bout their roles.
They don't give a damn... about any rights left in our land.
Don't care what we want; just their goals.
We're insultin' these zeroes... zeroes!
Remember the time Dick was caught on the microphone?
"Major league asshole" - don't his words still ring.
W's far right; now it's time he went home.
Few more months to go, so let's sing:
We're insultin'...
We're insultin' our "king"!
(instrumental riff and ending)
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
What Did Yoo Do?
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
(Sung to the tune of "How Do You Do?" by Mouth & McNeil)
Satire targeting the infamous "Torture Memos" written in 2001 and 2003 to give President George Dubya Bush illegal "war-time powers" by former Deputy Assistant Attorney General John Yoo, using tortured legal reasoning to sanction torture while violating the U.S. Constitution and the Geneva Conventions.
[Sorry, no MIDI music is available]
(instrumental intro)
Bush said, "What I want to do... is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
Chorus:
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(instrumental break)
Bush said, "What I want to do is rule, and not say why."
Convinced the world his lies were true; Iraq bombed from the sky.
Bush has just nine more months to go; impeach him 'fore he's through!
Stop torture, his "solution" that was cooked up by his crew.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
What did Yoo do? He wrote
That "torture can go on and on."
For W., more torture can go on and on.
In times of war, more torture can go on and on.
Won't say, what for; more torture can go on and on.
Yoo and Bush still shilling war.
(repeat chorus and fade)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The Angry John McCain Song
Click on link below to see YouTube video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-ymHdbd_tU
Click on link below to see YouTube video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-ymHdbd_tU
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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'!
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