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More Bushie, Drinking Again
“A Bushie Baby Prayer” (There's A Rainbow 'Round My Shoulder) “Blowing His Top” (Too Darn Hot) “Bottoms Up!” (Bye, Bye Blackbird) “Lord Bushie's Back To Drinking (And Has Declared It A Sin)” “Lord Bushie's Back To Drinking (And Is So Full Of Ideas)” “The Brandy Party” (Battle Hymn Of The Republic) “Toasting Those Hanging Chads” (If You Knew Susie (Like I Know Susie)) “We'll Have Another Whiskey Sour” (Let's Have Another Cup Of Coffee) |
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Does what I don't know astound them, All those things I've not heard of, So they think I might Not be that bright, Or miiss something I might love? Will I ever dare to show them That what fits me like a glove I learned on a beach From a Southern peach And not from someone above? All those questions I get ev'rywhere That are followed by embarrassing dead air Indicate your Bushie Baby Had better say a prayer That the weight upon my shoulders Is not the former love I had for grass And the cocktail glass That they thought I'd got rid of.
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If Shia grab any Bushies tonight, Will Cheney blab about Bushies tonight? If Shia grab any Bushies tonight, And Cheney's blab to the media tonight Occurs smack dab in the middle of the night, Bush will blow his top. A quick pursuit would prob'ly solve his plight. To bomb Beirut would start another fight. So he bombs Beirut to start another fight For a quick pursuit in the middle of the night When on a toot and higher than a kite He'll need another pop. According to Dick Cheney's retort When your ratings drop down that low, It pays to indulge in your favorite sport And go for best in show. So how will they get more than his ratings up When the dope is on a pop? An H-bomb With aplomb Beats an A- Any day, So why make Bushie stop? The question each of us faces tonight: Can we impeach mental cases who might Harm us and them with their claims that each fight Is not mayhem but a test of their right To an executive pop?
Music & Original Lyric by Cole Porter |
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Bottoms up! My dominoes Fall in place but tension grows – Bye, bye road map. Never much for any plan, Palestine or Pakistan – Bye, bye road map. We toast the hope Hamas will understand me, Just as long as they do not grandstand me Too long before election night When I will be prepared to fight Again and lie. Bottoms up! Democracy I export is failing me – Bye, bye road map. First the Shia, now Hamas, Lawns I plant become crabgrass – Bye, bye road map. Unlike here where Democrats can't stand me, But like Lieberman will still gladhand me, Specially by election night When I've begun another fight With all my lies.
Music by Ray Henderson To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator - Hamas' |
Lord Bushie's back to drinking and has declared it a sin "Not to be more reverential to the power of gin." Like who would bother with Iraq less'n he's in his cups? Or think that Brown's the exception to loyalty corrupts? But still complaints keep pouring in about sanctimonious plans For taxing future whoring by religious Republicans. Have they forgotten he's back to drinking and has declared it a sin "Not to be more reverential to the power of gin"? Like Poppy he says to read his lips; it hasn't happened yet, And, despite his great successes, hardly is a sure bet. "Yet Ashcroft says it's worth a try, so what more can I say? The man's a paragon of virtue for his stand on décolleté." But those who say it's discriminatory haven't heard him out. Taxing whoring's an old story when emperors have the clout. So Bushie's back to drinking and has declared it a sin "Not to be more reverential to the power of gin." He'd make sure that DeLay's exempt if he starts taxing now. After all he's one of them and a whole lot holier than thou. But Lieberman? Perhaps a pass although he has sold his soul To expedite Lord Bushie's need for Federal birth control. Under that plan Viagara won't be available to Democrats. "Keep those birds from multiplying. We'll drink to that fat cats!" To think that a condom's the answer, is a despicable sin. That's why her Lord and Laura abstain by chug-a-lugging gin. Bob Carlson To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Joe Lieberman' To 'Bushie, Drinking Again' |
Lord Bushie's back to drinking and is so full of ideas, He's mandated a breakfast of grits and at least a dozen sangrias, Especially when confronting a press troublingly too perspicacious. That calls for a drinker's mendacity and willingness to be pugnacious. He is especially obsessed with plans for no SATs. "Why should tests be determining who gets to score TDs?" Instead of liberal arts schools fielding most football teams, Bush believes mega-churches should sponsor all Rove Bowl dreams. "Recruits would only be required to repeat those platitudes. That hockey needs to heed instead of measuring aptitudes. Maybe that's why he's back to drinking and is so full of ideas, And has mandated a breakfast of grits and a dozen or more sangrias, He'd also let Leviticus dictate "who will play and who'll not, And who will throw the most Hail Marys knowing they're gonna get caught. And won't their constant genuflecting generate much firmer abs? Cheney grumbles he's sure that will help when balls are up for grabs. "Think how much more money they'll make by not just saving souls, More than all those liberal arts schools get when their kids score goals. But then my coop-de-grace will come, when from my lofty perch, I wipe out my deficits by taxing each lucrative church." Bob Carlson To 'Bushie, Drinking Again' |
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Your pain will make you sorry you were born Republican. Their lawyers now tell doctors what they can't and what they can. You'll live with pain, you'll die in pain as Ashcroft tries to ban The law in Oregon. DEA Chief, Karen Tandy, Wants the world to know that brandy Is the drug that Bush finds handy When shouting, "bring 'em on!" Her DEA thinks doctors shouldn't help you when you hurt. The drug that they're prescribing must be totally inert, Or made by manufacturers who greedily assert, "Pain's what we thrive upon!" DEA Chief, Karen Tandy, Wants the world to know that brandy Is the drug that Bush finds handy When shouting, "bring 'em on!"
Music by William Steffe To 'Bushie, Drinking Again' To 'Bushie's Health Care Policy' |
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If you knew Bushie Like she knows Bushie, Oh, oh, oh what a lush. In Tallahassee his eyes went glassy At her splendid prima facie. They were drinking – Ten martini talk – What a chassis! Not a chance that she would balk. If you knew Bushie Like she knows Bushie, You prob'ly would blush. If you knew Bushie, Like she knows Bushie Oh, oh, oh what a lush. What first impresses are not her tresses. She banks on her tightest dresses. Drinks on Bushie – They couldn't stop – The Times reporter Waits five years to call a cop. If you knew Bushie Like she knows Bushie, You prob'ly would blush.
Music & Original Lyrics To 'Bushie's Media Flacks' To 'Bushie's Voting Ploys' |