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More Bushie Hymns
“A Movement Afoot” (The Old Rugged Cross) “Bushie Fights the Battle” (Joshua Fit The Battle Of Jericho) “Do Call For Your Pardon By Phone” (In The Garden) “Give Us Some Old Time Contrition” (Give Me That Old Time Religion) “Golly, Golly, Golly!” (Holy,Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty) “Gullible” (Onward Christian Soldiers) “His Eyes Have Seen The Horror” (Battle Hymn Of The Republic) “How Great Bush Is” (How Great Thou Art) “Illegal Access To Our Phones” (A Mighty Fortress Is Our God) “In A State Of Remorse” (The Old Rugged Cross) “Near Lord Bush, A Gaping Hole” (Nearer, My God To Thee) “O Bush, We Pray” (O God, Our Help In Ages Past) “Please Impeach Me If You Can” (Just A Closer Walk With Thee) “Senate Sages Conning Me” (Rock of Ages) “Soldier Onward, Bush Boy” (Onward Christian Soldiers) “The Brandy Party” (Battle Hymn Of The Republic) “We Fear No Foe” (Abide With Me) “We Were Weak And Went Along” (Just A Closer Walk With Thee) “What A Friend Bush Had in Kenny” (What A Friend We Have In Jesus) “Will The Tax Code Now Be Broken?” (Will The Circle Be Unbroken?) “Without a Trace” (Amazing Grace) |
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There's a movement afoot that we pray will take root To dump each incumbent who runs. Lobbyists will attest that these boys pander best As holdover prodigal sons. We've observed how they squirm as they buy each new term As if that were all that's germane. What a joke to expect their own voters' respect When their sole goal is personal gain. As a new lobbyist each will know arms to twist, Greedy arms that will soon get the boot. In the meantime great perks for dubious works Make the ethics of all they do moot. So to punish the greed that has become their creed, Influenced by Cheney et al, Please avoid giving cash to add to their stash. There's no transaction fee and it's eavesdropper free Unlike Visa, MC and PayPal.
Music & Original Lyrics by George Bennard To 'Bushie's Congress' |
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Bushie fights the battle of "I Don't Know", "Fast or Slow", "When to Go". Bushie fights the battle of "Go or Whoa" while the polls reflect a bumbling clown. You can talk about your chance encounters. You can talk about who's unprepared. You can talk about your Geiger counters, But was he or Cheney the more scared? You can talk about those little acorns And how they grow and grow and grow. You can talk about Iraq insurgents And how Bushie makes them more gung ho. You can talk about your sitting pidgeon. You can talk about your sitting duck. But when you talk about our Bushie, You're talking 'bout a hockey puck. Bushie fights the battle of "I Don't Know", "Fast or Slow", "When to Go" Bushie fights the battle of "Go or Whoa" while the polls report a bumbling clown.
Music & Original Lyrics - Traditional Spiritual To 'Bushie, the Warrior Wimp' |
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Do call for your pardon by phone before someone new's counting noses, And the voice that you hear saying, "Cheney, mi Dios!" is the son's of the guy who sprays roses. One who talks Mexican, an ex-Fox Mexican, who admires ev'rything we own. Will the joy we showed as Mexicans flowed North soon become his and theirs alone? He talks and the sound of his voice is common but how'll we understand? For the language he speaks is a language we formerly panned. Yet he talks Mexican, like ex-Fox Mexicans, who admire ev'rything we own. Will the joy we showed as Mexicans flowed North soon become his and theirs alone? Some say that the sprayer you need is your son or even your spouse, Or the voice that you hear saying, "Cheney, mi Dios!" could be kicking you out of your house, For they talk Mexican, are ex-Fox Mexicans, who admire ev'rything we own. Will the joy we showed as Mexicans flowed North soon become theirs and theirs alone?
Music & Original Lyrics by C. Austin Miles To 'Bushie's Immigration Policy' |
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Give us some old time contrition. You never asked for permission To wiretap on the suspicion That not all agree with Thee. If it isn't too much trouble, The next time you leave your bubble You might try, "I'm sorry" double, Without grinning stupidly. Give us that old time contrition For Guantanamo rendition, For avoiding supervision Of who'll be a wiretapee. We'd like to think you'd want to And not fear that Cheney'd taunt you, Though not to's sure to haunt you, And your Senate G.O.P. But stressing your religion In Iraq, though just a smidgen, Made you a sitting pidgeon, And their fav'rite enemy. So give with that old line contrition, Like it wasn't your ambition To promote Thy Given Mission And Thy demagoguery.
Music & Original Lyrics - Traditional To 'Bushie, the Autocrat' |
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Golly, golly, golly! Not Judge Alito. We're concerned he might not be that apropros. Golly, golly, golly! What if we reveal He is three persons: father, husband, heel? Golly, golly, golly! Democrats in trouble. If we burst his bubble, what are we going to see? Not Clarence Thomas? Didn't Bushie promise No more voyeurs who will talk suggestively? Golly, golly, golly! Will he now consider Cherubim and seraphim to be de riguer In a science classroom, or a church stained glass room? We're as worried and concerned as we dare to be. Golly, golly, golly! Democrats are fretting Whether who we're getting is someone we'll love. Should Bush get more power? Wiretap while we cower? Be God of all three branches we're proud of?
Music by John B. Dykes To 'Bushie's Adversaries' To 'Bushie's Courts' |
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Who was being Gullible when Bush went to war, Claiming he'd heard Jesus hint, "Encore! Encore!"? What did Jesus tell him? How would Bushie know, Though we've heard him speak in tongues on The Daily Show? Why were we so gullible? Did we really think Bushie spoke with Jesus Or Halliburton, Inc.? With the fall of Baghdad didn't Bushie hear Baby Jesus warn him, "Don't let Bremer steer. Abiizaid and Sanchez won't find Franks' prenup After Colin Powell's show goes belly up."? Why were we so gullible? Did we really think Bushie spoke with Jesus Or Halliburton, Inc.? What was Jesus saying? Who did he speak for? Someone who let Cheney advocate the war? More than three years later Bushie still can't find Notes suggesting what to do when he's in a bind. Why are we so gullible? Do we really think Bushie speaks for Jesus Or Halliburton, Inc.?
Music by Arthur S. Sullivan |
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His eyes have seen the horror when the hostess hasn't poured, And the wasted vintage when the Rangers haven't scored. He has seen Dick Cheney frightened of falling on his sword When truth keeps marching on. He has watched himself misfire when he's promised stem cell grants, And wasn't being questioned by some local sycophants. He's revealed his insecurity with patriotic rants, Pretending to be Ghenghis Khan. He would criticize the 'strumpet' for her halftime décolleté. He would cut back food allowances for folks too poor to pay, And castgate the critics of his crony Tom DeLay With shouts of "Bring 'em on!" Glory stories to harangue you – Bushie glory to harangue you – Hoary stories to harangue you – Lord Bushie's hanging on.
Music by William Steffe To 'Bushie, the Warrior Wimp' |
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How great Bush is? Most think not very. New Orleans drowned While Bush made merry. How great Bush is to not have knuckled under, Consid'ring all the goofs he has made. A constant farce with Cheney's loot and plunder For friends he thought in need of Fed'ral aid. Again our goal Each time Bush falls apart Is to recognize How great We art. Will soldiers think that Lord Bushie, unsparing, Sent them to die so Cheney can cash in? Will they be cross or profess to not caring They've bled and died for Halliburtin? Again our goal Each time Bush falls apart Is to recognize How great We art. Will Bushie's chums bemoan his abdication And each go home with a state of the art "Heck-Of-A-Job" Lord Bushie citation, But enough stashed away for a brand new start? Again our goal Each time Bush falls apart Is to recognize How great We art.
Music & Original Lyrics by Stuart K. Hine To 'Bushie Bushwhacking' |
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Illegal access to our phones Has Bushie's boys assailing Privacy that Bush condones When he's the one curtailing. With so much to hide Bush cries, "Classified!" To exacerbate His assumed mandate To prove not all are equal. Will we continue to concede To Bush the rights we're losing? Or recognize a crying need For suddenly refusing To let him try to be The dictator he Thinks that he became Thanks to the surname That got him in this sequel?
Music & Original Lyrics by Martin Luther To 'Bushie, the Autocrat' |
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In a state of remorse sat a Mafia boss, Beset by both failure and shame. He did not cart the hoss, Though he did try his best And the second in charge had been slain. Yet most cherish that Mafia boss, And honors for him will abound. Though he didn't get Bush, He did get his boss Who is permanently underground. Oh, that Mafia boss, so despised by the right, Is a Liberal celebrity, For without his cross boss They're convinced that young Bush Is becoming a nonentity. So they cherish that Mafia boss, And honors for him will abound. Though he didn't get Bush, He did get his boss Who is permanently underground. To that Mafia boss the world owes a debt But rather grudgingly bemoans That it took so long, That they lost their side bet While praying he someday atones. Still they cherish that Mafia boss, And honors for him will abound. Though he didn't get Bush, He did get his boss Who is permanently underground.
Music & Original Lyrics by George Bernard To 'Bushie is Doomed' |
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Near Lord Bush, a gaping hole, Mrs. Cheney weeping. Dick was smitten by a mole. NSA was sleeping. He was cross, he was cross, Crotchety as ever. Seems the target was The Boss. That's where Bush was clever. "I let Cheney play the boss. That way moles ignore me. Plus I'm hardly ever cross. That way moles adore me. "Sure I sometimes listen in Just to keep updated. Otherwise I'd always look Like I'm still sedated. "Diligently we'll recoup, But one thing I'm betting. That's as close to being boss As yours truly's getting."
Music & Original Lyrics by Sarah H. Adams To 'Bushie, the Warrior Wimp' |
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O Bush, we pray that Thou won't last beyond two thousand six, For when we can we'll ditch the caste who got us in this fix. Inside the bubble that's Thy throne Thy cronies felt secure, If only Thou and they had known how little we'll endure. Before oil bills and warfare could reject Thy claim to fame, Thy proclamations Thou art Good fortold a reign of shame. With thousands dying in Thy fight and peace on earth unknown, Thou used Thy watch to claim Thy right to eavesdrop ev'ry phone. Time for an unrelenting purge to chase our fears away, So please resist MacGregor's urge to stay and stay and stay. So Bush, we pray that Thou won't last beyond two thousand six, For when we can we'll ditch the caste who got us in this fix.
Music by William Croft To 'Bushie, The Loser' |
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Please impeach me if you can. It has always been his plan That I'd be the frying pan And he, the fire, to follow me. So, impeach me. I was wrong. I've been weak while he is strong. And approves of my swan song, Now that he's sure he'll follow me. Friv'lous lawsuits by have nots? Nothing other than cheap shots That won't help connect the dots For the fiend who follows me. I guess if you first bumped him off – An incidental Molotov – But how'll you find that old dumbkopf That you have named to follow me? That sidesteps the sticky part: Who was dumb and who was smart? Who the hoss and who the cart? Which one was I supposed to be? ––– Organ Interlude ––– He looks mad, but's having fun For he'll never need to run. With a reign that's jumped the gun Won't he pardon impeached me?
Music & Original Lyrics - Traditional To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Cheney' |
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Senate sages conning me, Make me guess which nominee Will turn out to be a dud, One you should nip in the bud, But will approve while Bush rejoices At your selfindulgent voices. Jeers for your ineptness grow. Garrulous, you can't forego Chances to pontificate On where you've been and what you ate, Egocentric, pompous voices, Rubber-stamping Bushie's choices. Senate sages stand unmasked, Can't get simple questions asked. Why not first dispose of him? Confine your blather to the gymn, Vacuous, conceited voices, Jeopardizing women's choices.
Music by Thomas Hastings To 'Bushie's Congress' To 'Bushie's Courts' |
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Gerald Ford objected; Pardoned Tricky Dick. Cheney genuflected, Mentally sick. But he's now the Master. Bush Boy? Just for show. Bushie, tempus fugit – Illegit cash flow. How did Cheney trick him? Ev'ryone should know. Using Bushie's laptop, Googled for porno. Pay to view the action? Used you know whose dough, Then made Google cough up Voyeurs of the show. NSA, supposed to Eavesdrop on hot spots, Ordered by the Master To connect the dots. Two and two together, Porno and the dough; Bush to tar and feather – Ergo one man show. Soldier onward, Bush Boy, Tricked by Cheney's dough. Will you soon be pardoned? Capital says, "No!"
Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Cheney' |
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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's Health Care Policy' |
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We fear no foe for Bush says we've been blessed. That's why we go for Helping pre-oppressed Gays who can't marry; Blacks who can not vote; Cuban adversaries Who arrive by boat; Cheap foreign labor Needed on our farms, Plucking sick chickens When they won't bear arms; Muslims we've tortured At Guantanamo, Waiting to be ordered Out by Alito. Can't hide with me. Last call's not nationwide; Only skin deep and For the qualified. When bin Laden's helpers Blindside George and me, To hell with the helpless. We're the first to flee.
Music by William H. Monk To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Cheney' To 'Bushie's Security Policy' |
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We were weak and went along. Bushie's clique's so seldom wrong, We were satisfied as long As he appeared to talk with Thee. Then his world of Chalabies Was revealed as full of lies And his fav'rite alibies Appeared to be he'd talked with Thee. Will he get away with that? Doth Thy design call for kersplat? We'd have hoped Thou smelt a rat In he who claimed he'd talked with Thee. Just a talk or two with Thee? Why in the world did we not see He lacked the skills with Thee to plea, Cat In The Hat, O Meowee?
Music & Original Lyrics - Traditional |
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What a friend Bush had in Kenny. Enron's contributions paid To help Bushie get elected. He must love financial aid. Of Lay's trials and tribulations, Bushie won't have much to say. Friends who face incarceration Won't be around to pay his way. Such an economic burden No doubt explains the reason why Bushie asked his new friend Jack Boy For assistance on the sly. What a friend Bush had in Congress, Introducing Abramoff With instructions to bend over, Take a deep breath and not cough. What a friend Bush had in Jack Boy. Abramoff's casino prey Could be bilked for many millions, Making future pardons pay. What great friends are Bushie's cronies, For without them there's no way He'd know how to judge the ponies. Brownie Boy can make his day. What if crony photos surface Showing Bushie hand in hand With indicted future felons? Who will be left in command?
Music by Charles C. Converse To 'Bushie's Greed & Corruption' |
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We were watching on the TV C-SPAN shenanigans And saw Bill Frist assailing middle class Americans. Will the tax code now be broken? Frist will try and try and try, But the SEC's been watching. Frist could fry for selling high. And they'll tell the executioner to keep the voltage low, For the Senator he's frying deserves to fry real slow. Will the tax code still be broken? Future Frists will try and try. But the SEC'll be watching. Frists will fry if they sell high. We would hope Frist's fate reminds them that though greed appears to pay, To steal as well as borrow is a sure way to flambé.
Music & Original Lyrics by To 'Bushie's Co-conspirator, Frist' |
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Without a trace, he's not been found. He craved his CO2. But now he's lost, most likely drowned. God bless George Dubble-U. The glacier's that "won't melt," we fear, Ignored his jeers and did. The oceans rose where Bushie dwelt. Into their depths he slid. His Lord, he cried, had promised him That he'd get out in time. He could cut brush, but couldn't swim, Nor could he mountain climb. Those many lies that he'd survive – Those horrors he'd create – Why couldn't Rove somehow contrive To film Bush as live bait? ––– Organ Interlude ––– The whale that ate our president Declines to cough him up. Was Jonah not a precedent? Must failures now 'fess up?
Music - Traditional To 'Bushie's Environmental Policy' |