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More Bushie, The Apostate
“A New God For Bushie” (I'm Called Little Buttercup) “Belated Complaints From Bushie” (You Made Me Love You) “Is Bushie Blaming Laura?” (Somebody Loves Me) “Suppose, Suppose, Suppose” (Perhaps. Perhaps, Perhaps) “We, His Generals” (We Three Kings) |
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I'm called Bushie Buttercup, Bright Bushie Buttercup. (Few are more yellow than I.) But those who butter up their Bushy Buttercup are suddenly questioning why. On one hand Maliki insists that a quickie could topple him from his white horse, Yeh, like Abu Ghraib orgies find Duck-the-Draft Georgies and Cheneys displaying remorse – But voters are screaming I must have been dreaming to buy the Pope's faith in brute force, And then let some phoney predecessors to Tony come up with the phrase "Stay the course." Because those who suck up to Brave Bushie Buttercup will shortly be in short supply, It's up to a Higher up to buck up your Buttercup – so heads up, let O'Reilly try.
Music by Arthur Sullivan To 'Bushie, The Loser' To 'Bushie's Quitting Iraq' |
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Who should I blame, dear? I hope not you. Maybe a mid-East emir? And yet I fear, dear, That maybe you Let God give me a bum steer. For ev'ry time I see Cheney I think, "Hey, baby, Can't be Vietnam, But why Araby?" So who's to blame, dear, If that's not true? First God, then you?
Music by George Gershwin To 'Bushie's Religious Crusades' |
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Suppose God says confirm him, what then? Weren't we to block Gates again, Along with Bolton? Suppose, Suppose, Suppose. Suppose we learn that each time God spoke To Bush he meant it as a joke, Not as new scripture – Suppose, Suppose, Suppose. If God can't make his mind up, why'd he let Bush get started? So Bushie'd wind up blaming Rummy to the departed? Do you suppose Bush loves us enough That when Iraqis play rough, He'll turn to Allah, not God? Suppose, Suppose, Suppose.
Music by Oswaldo Ferres |
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We, his generals, solemnly swear, Wishing we were the f… out of there. With losses mounting Bush says stop counting While he again tries his prayer: "Oh – God of Islam, what the hell, You've seen the bull I've tried to sell. But refusing's not amusing, Can't I have at least one well?" Born a Bush, a pain in the butt, Like his Pop, he mis-read his gut. Mid-term election! Total rejection! Still he refuses to cut His – Ties to Allah to avoid Advice that we be unemployed. His former God's saying, "Don't count on praying To make up for all you've destroyed." We, his generals, helped him a lot, Never asking for more than we got. Never knowing why he was crowing – Because he and we had not been shot? So – Pray to Allah that he's right! Not to fear that Bushie might Face rejection, change direction, Or admit we've lost his fight.
Music & Original Lyric by John Henry Hopkins, Jr. To 'Bushie's Other Co-conspirators' To 'Bushie's Religious Crusades' |