Everybody’s talking’ ’bout Bush Daddy’s son.
To the whole wide world, he’s the Stupid One.
Yeah, he’s the one (Bush. Baby, he’s the one)
He’s the one (Bush… Baby, he’s the one)
He’s the one, he’s the one,
the one they call the Stupid One (called the Stupid One).
Shrub has wrecked our future; press gives him a pass.
He has done
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Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
(Family crown) When Shrub was just a kid,
He chose the family crown.
(Family crown) He became emperor;
His oil war drags us down.
It’s his… quagmire…
Dubya’s… quagmire.
Iraq is the place where his mess lost face.
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
(Bad quagmire) Deranged, his land grab was a planned stab; Iraq crude.
(Iraq crude) Now don’t forget he caused a war ’cause of Dad’s feud.
It’s a… quagmire, such a… quagmire.
So the Shrub must go, we must let him know.
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
We loathe his bluster as the czar.
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh….
Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ahh (Quagmire, ooh)
Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh….
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He’s trying to find blame… on others.
Bush and his handlers… hide misdeeds.
Bush has the mind of… a killer.
Ranting his mantra: “I rule Earth!”
Neocons braying to find blame… on others.
While stealin’ Iraq crude, more arms for sale.
Bush has the mind of… a killer.
Death toll is tragic; arms searches had failed.
Shrub is not the answer,
And you know that for sure.
Shrub clings to power.
He’ll never let it…
He’ll never let it go.
He keeps on trying to find blame… on others.
Unsafe, our future… war is his now.
We must defeat Bush’s kind… of killers:
Absolute power, with a stone for a mind.
What he’s saying: he’ll find blame… on others.
Protecting his image… a race against time.
Shrub is not the answer,
And you know that for sure.
Shrub clings to power.
He’ll never let it…
He’ll never let it go.
Kush keeps on trying to find blame… on others.
Lying’s the ritual dance… of Dim Son.
Killing Iraqi guerillas…
Keeping the sole power; that’s the Iraq deal.
Keeps on trying to find blame… forever.
Razing the spirit of peace and love.
“I want to,” says Shrub, “Make war.”
I know you’ve heard it before…
As sung by Dubya to Karl Rove & Condi Rice:
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Every time, for policy,
I need help from you for me.
I’ve become the puppet who is king.
You can do ‘most anything to me.
There’s too much to understand.
But your wish is my command.
I’ve become the puppet who is king.
You can do ‘most anything through me.
Right wing really loves me.
You can be my mind.
My handlers, you can’t do enough,
Because I’m flying blind.
Fake my part, and laissez-faire.
Cronies pleased through loving care.
For I’m just their puppet who is king.
They can do ‘most anything through me.
Cronies really love me,
Because they are my kind.
My handlers, you can’t do enough,
Because I’m flying blind.
Fake my part, and laissez-faire.
Cronies pleased through loving care.
For I’m just their puppet who is king.
They can do ‘most anything through me.
They can do ‘most anything through me.
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Bush polls come tumblin’ down.
Exposed: his lies, so grand.
Wanted Iraq to disarm.
He should have listened to his old man.
He knows he can’t cover his error.
His CIA now abused.
It’s not too pleasant for his neocons gropin’.
Bush Boy looks dumb, and he’s singing… the blu-u-ues…
Ah…. Ah…
‘Cause Bush lies ’bout yellow cake sold.
Now he’s flogged: impropriety, foul.
Lied ‘Bout Yellow Cake And Got A War For Me
As sung by Dubya, The Lyin’ King:
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Polls suck at home; I’m bidin’ time.
Though I failed at oil biz, this throne is mine.
But if things don’t get better, selling new wars sets me free.
Though I don’t know what to do, neocons want me.
Neocons want me.
I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It’s been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin’ and still fibbin’, Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won’t be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war (and got a war) for me.
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“Conniver!” world screamed at me.
But I really couldn’t care, ’cause I don’t see.
Protestors should get prison; Ashcroft, throw away the key.
A lie ’bout yellow cake uranium got war for me.
My war, I sold with ease…
I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war for me.
It’s been three long years; my foes still taunt me.
Though lyin’ and still fibbin’, Bush fans vote for me.
Look tough, hear me cuss; I won’t be a wuss.
Put no blame on me.
So what? I lied ’bout yellow cake and got a war (and got a war) for me.
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Now the whole damned world is jeering…
‘Cause they don’t believe in me…
My lie ’bout yellow cake still got a war (still got a war) for me.
They’re dumb at home…
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me…
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me…
Eat your yellow cake, and vote for me…
Jumped aboard the gravy train since 9/11;
Right Wing thinks that war will hide what they now do:
Enron scams, Homeland “Security,”
Big tax breaks for cronies,
Bush coup… isn’t through.
Right wing wants to reign in all of… California.
They will soften words to hide their talk of war.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall… Gray’s recall.
Right wing jerks, to come out ahead,
Refuse to respect what voters said.
Davis unloved, and Issa’s bread,
Contest the state throne.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall… Gray’s recall.
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Bush can tell through polls at home
His star has faded.
His coffers now still grow, but feels the ache.
He lost California soundly,
Lost California soundly.
State he must take…
State he must take…
Right wing wants to reign in all of… California.
They will soften words to hide their talk of war.
They want to take the house of governor
Through Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Recall… Gray’s recall.
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Don’t let Dim Son practice lying.
The Right’s big crimes fell on deaf ears.
Iraq has been broken through might.
But tomorrow, there’s more war to fight.
Don’t let Dim Son practice lying.
For right wing, battles have appeared.
Now they’re opposed, seen as wierd.
World warring brings them joy;
Rule the world through Bush Boy.
Don’t let Dim Son practice lying.
We know that Shrub’s lying is a bad thing.
Won’t stop troops dying, what his words bring.
Dubya-M-D’s undiscovered.
Iraq oil theft, reasons covered.
Let’s not forget that Shrub’s to blame,
Bloodletting, his way, is his aim.
Don’t let Dim Son practice lying.
Don’t let Dim Son practice lying.
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He sold us sh*t that was untrue.
The polls now say he is a liar.
With no cause, he used a ruse.
World, Bush has earned its ire.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
This time, investigate; he’s through.
His reign of error should expire.
Tyrant whom we didn’t choose.
Made Iraq part of his oil empire.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get… fired!
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This time, investigate; he’s through.
His reign of error should expire.
Tyrant whom we didn’t choose.
Made Iraq part of his oil empire.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get… fired!
He sold us sh*t that was untrue.
The polls now say he is a liar.
With no cause, he used a ruse.
World, Bush has earned its ire.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Dumb Bush Baby should get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
Bush and Neo-Right get fired.
On a tour US President George Bush visits a school and explains his political actions. Afterwards he invites the children to ask him questions.
Little Bob rises to speak. Mr. President, I have got three questions to ask:
1. How did you win the election although you had less votes than Gore?
2. Why do you want to attack the Iraq without reason?
3. Don’t you think that the nuclear bomb on Hiroshima was the biggest
terrorist attack of all times?
Just in that moment the bell for the break rings and the children run out of the classroom.
When they came back from the break President Bush encourages them again to ask questions. This time Joey rises to speak. Mr. President, I have got five questions to ask:
1. How did you win the election although you had less votes than Gore?
2. Why do you want to attack the Iraq without reason?
3. Don’t you think that the nuclear bomb on Hiroshima was the biggest
terrorist attack of all times?
4. Why did the bell ring 20 minutes earlier today?
5. Where is Little Bob?
President George W. Bush is visiting an elementary school today and he visits one of the classes. They are in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asks the President if he would like to lead the class in the discussion of the word, “tragedy.” So the illustrious leader asks the class for an example of a “tragedy.”
One little boy stands up and offers, “If my best friend, who lives next door, is playing in the street and a car comes along and runs him over, that would be tragedy.”
“No,” says Bush, “that would be an ACCIDENT.”
A little girl raises her hand: “If a school bus carrying 50 children drove off a cliff, killing everyone involved, that would be a tragedy.”
“I’m afraid not,” explains Mr. President. “That’s what we would call a GREAT LOSS.”
The room goes silent. No other children volunteer. President Bush
searches the room.
“Isn’t there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?”
Finally, in the back of the room, a small boy raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says, “If Air Force One, carrying Mr.& Mrs. Bush, were struck by a missile and blown up to smithereens, by a terrorist like Osama bin Laden, that would be a tragedy.”
“Fantastic,” exclaims Bush, “that’s right. And can you tell me WHY
that would be a TRAGEDY?”
“Well,” says the boy, “because it wouldn’t be an accident, and it certainly wouldn’t be a great loss.”
There were three presidents in a plane. There was Bill Clinton, George Bush, and Bob Dole.
First Bob Dole threw 10$ out so somebody would be happy. Then Bill Clinton threw 20$ out the window to make somebody happy.
Then George Bush threw Bill Clinton out of the window so everyone would be happy!
G. W was sleeping in late and was awaken by the call.
He was half-asleep when he answered the phone.
Researcher: Excuse me, sir. I’m conducting a survey
GW Bush: Questions? No political questions.
Reseacher: Political, sir?
GW Bush: Do you know who you are calling?
Researcher: We call numbers at random, sir. May I ask –
GW Bush: What is this about?
Researcher: We are asking people do they think COKE beats PEPSI.
GW BUSH: I’ve never tried Pepsi. Is that a new thing?
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Bush likes to think that he is never wrong.
Our lives mean nothing to fat cats and the strong.
The world knows the scheming of the Shrub,
Who’s leaning on his everlasting war.
If he can seize it, then he can do it.
Use force to achieve it, steal it, or screw it.
Don’t believe Bush’s lie.
Don’t believe him; just ask him why
He thinks he’ll always get the right wing’s way.
Gettin’ things through bribes he’ll pay.
Don’t believe in his war.
Because this dunce is through, soon in ‘04.
Don’t believe Bush’s lie.
Don’t believe Bush’s lie.
No, don’t believe Bush’s lie.
Our nation’s on the verge of breaking down.
Bush would divide us; we must scream, “So long!”
Through means satirical, we strive: have Bush relieved.
‘Cause Bush could blow it; war he’ll ride for greed.
Hey, why believe his sh*t?
If he can seize it, then he can eat it.
Use force to achieve it, steal it, or screw it.
Don’t believe Bush’s lie…
Don’t believe Bush’s lie…
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