A neocon think tank called P-NAC
Smokin’ stogies and sippin’ on cognac.
Laid out their fixation,
with world domination,
and said, “we’ll need bases in I-raq.”
They waited with much agitation
For pretense of justification.
Eleven September—That day we remember—
They used for their own exploitation.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“The terrorists,” it was made plain—
as Dubya and Dickie explain—
“were led by Bin Laden.”
But while still jihadin’
Bin Laden morped into Hussein.
“Sadaam is an imminent threat;
he’s got nuk-u-ler weapons, I’d bet.
Though some may dislike
Pre-emptive Strike.
Such doubt we could live to regret!”
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
And so we began a new era;
Dubya called it “The Great War on Terra.”
With Shock and with Awe,
We savored it all.
Watching CNN, drinking Madeira.
“The fighting will soon be completed.
As heroes we’re sure to be treated.
They’ll forget all the mortars.
Democratic importers!—
as Lib’rators we will be greeted!”
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“Mission Accomplished” it read,
The banner that hung overhead.
O’er the crowd Dubya glanced,
In his costume he pranced.
“The battle is over,” he said.
IEDs, though, just kept on exploding.
For our soldiers a sense of foreboding.
From safe on his lawn
Dubya said, “Bring ‘Em On!”
And, alas, they just kept on reloading.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Now six years have passed since that day
On the Lincoln one evening in May.
While I hate to sound crass,
“Accomplished” my ass!
Start bringing our troops home today!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
With their spying and lying and fable,
and torture—whatever the label,
It's become very clear,
Ms. Pelosi, my dear:
Impeachment belonged ON THE TABLE!
Their “high crimes” and “treason” aren’t vague.
Their contempt for the law is a plague.
If they dare leave this nation
to take a vacation,
their journey might end at The Hague!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Now Bush and his cronies are done—
Obama quite handily won.
But we feel so naive when
the “Change we believe in”
hasn’t yet really begun.
We’ve been told, “Looking back’s no solution.—
Never mind that old quaint Constitution."
Surely he understands
Now the blood’s on his hands—
“Moving Forward” demands prosecution!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
Still Washington pushes this vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Copyright 2009
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
If I Only Had a Brain
(With acknowledgement and apologies to Harold Arlen and E.Y. Harburg)
Said his advisor, clingin’ to the polls
To the President, sittin’ on the fence
“Now the voters vote their souls,
So forgot about your common sense.”
Said the President, “well, well, well,
That’s a good thing, ‘cause I have no common sense!”
So just tell me how they’re leanin’,
Don’t confuse me with the meanin’
“Cause th’ electorate is easy to convince.
Still, if I only had some common sense. . .
I would while away the hours just cataloguing flow’ers,
Extinct from acid rain.
I’d see my ‘Clear Skies Inish’tive’ was misnamed and acquis’tive
If I only had a brain.
I’d quit tricklin’ down th’ economy, actin’ like I’ve had a lobotomy, or simply gone insane.
With the progress I’d be makun’ I’d quit tryin’ to be a Reagan
If I only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why the ocean’s near the shore, (global warming!)
I could think of things I never thunk before.
And then I’d sit. . .
And think some more.
I would understand “Three Branches”
doesn’t mean three times the chances
For single-party reign.
And that judges I call “act’vist” don’t belong on a blacklist
If I only had a brain.
I could count beyond G7, I’d remember 9/11
Was Bin Laden, not Hussein.
No weapons—that’d be too clear;
And I might learn to say “nuclear”
If I only had a brain.
I would not be unilateral, I’d build on my collateral,
Not flush it down the drain.
I’d reassess our mission and I’d work for coalition,
If I only had a brain.
And, wow! I’d tell you how to broker peace, not war,
I would draft a plan to aid the sick and poor.
I’d leave no child behind—and that’s for sure!
I would not be such a stickler, ‘bout gay marriage in partic’lar,
That was just for my campaign,
I would not be a divider, and my “base” would be much wider,
If I only had a brain.
I’d a known that Miss Katriner,
Was predicted to be meaner
Than a little wind and rain.
And I might have acted faster to respond to the disaster
If I only had a brain.
I’d a known a storm that heavy
It was bound to breach the levy
Holdin’ back Lake Pontchartrain.
And with all that water spillin’ The Big Easy would be fillin’
If I only had a brain.
And, gee, I’d have some sympathy, compassion—not just in name!
I’d quit tryin’ to make the victims take the blame.
I’d admit my mistakes;
I’d have some shame!
I’d have ended my vacation
In the interest of the nation,
Gotten quickly on my plane.
I’d ‘ve sensed the clock was tickin’
While I kept on politicin’
If I only had a brain.
Revised lyrics copyright 2005
Said his advisor, clingin’ to the polls
To the President, sittin’ on the fence
“Now the voters vote their souls,
So forgot about your common sense.”
Said the President, “well, well, well,
That’s a good thing, ‘cause I have no common sense!”
So just tell me how they’re leanin’,
Don’t confuse me with the meanin’
“Cause th’ electorate is easy to convince.
Still, if I only had some common sense. . .
I would while away the hours just cataloguing flow’ers,
Extinct from acid rain.
I’d see my ‘Clear Skies Inish’tive’ was misnamed and acquis’tive
If I only had a brain.
I’d quit tricklin’ down th’ economy, actin’ like I’ve had a lobotomy, or simply gone insane.
With the progress I’d be makun’ I’d quit tryin’ to be a Reagan
If I only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why the ocean’s near the shore, (global warming!)
I could think of things I never thunk before.
And then I’d sit. . .
And think some more.
I would understand “Three Branches”
doesn’t mean three times the chances
For single-party reign.
And that judges I call “act’vist” don’t belong on a blacklist
If I only had a brain.
I could count beyond G7, I’d remember 9/11
Was Bin Laden, not Hussein.
No weapons—that’d be too clear;
And I might learn to say “nuclear”
If I only had a brain.
I would not be unilateral, I’d build on my collateral,
Not flush it down the drain.
I’d reassess our mission and I’d work for coalition,
If I only had a brain.
And, wow! I’d tell you how to broker peace, not war,
I would draft a plan to aid the sick and poor.
I’d leave no child behind—and that’s for sure!
I would not be such a stickler, ‘bout gay marriage in partic’lar,
That was just for my campaign,
I would not be a divider, and my “base” would be much wider,
If I only had a brain.
I’d a known that Miss Katriner,
Was predicted to be meaner
Than a little wind and rain.
And I might have acted faster to respond to the disaster
If I only had a brain.
I’d a known a storm that heavy
It was bound to breach the levy
Holdin’ back Lake Pontchartrain.
And with all that water spillin’ The Big Easy would be fillin’
If I only had a brain.
And, gee, I’d have some sympathy, compassion—not just in name!
I’d quit tryin’ to make the victims take the blame.
I’d admit my mistakes;
I’d have some shame!
I’d have ended my vacation
In the interest of the nation,
Gotten quickly on my plane.
I’d ‘ve sensed the clock was tickin’
While I kept on politicin’
If I only had a brain.
Revised lyrics copyright 2005
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Be Careful What You Read
(Foreward)
There’s a movement in our nation
Causing us great consternation:
Records seized and phone calls tapped,
All our travels watched and mapped.
So librarians are fighting
In this cause we are uniting.
We won’t stand by, voices gagged,
While our liberties are bagged.
You should heed our urgent warning—
You’ll be watched by night and morning.
If you glean from what we’ve learned,
then the tables might be turned.
It won’t take too much "grey matter,"
For they’re madder than a hatter.
But to be sure you’re not harmed;
Being forewarned is forearmed.
I.
Be careful what you read.
The government could intercede.
A phoney Patriot could Act
And all your records would be tracked.
Make sure the subject’s not risqué
Most certainly it can’t be gay.
Biography might do the trick;
Unless a Democrat you pick.
Be sure your sources are approved.
or find your freedoms all removed
Must not think outside the box;
only get your news from FOX.
Glenn Greenwald, Stewart, and Colbert
Will leave you caught without a prayer.
With Rush or Coulter you’ll succeed.
So first of all be careful what you read.
II.
Be careful who you call.
The NSA will hear it all.
Just when you think you are alone
There’s someone list’ning on your phone.
Whether abroad or down the street,
don’t think your phone call is discreet.
You thought they gave you quite a rate;
your world, delivered—on a plate!
Say, can you hear me now?
Some privacy they should allow!
They’ll hear the calls to all our Moms—
Like cloak and dagger Peeping Toms.
Be mindful where you tell a joke
Some tight-assed G-man you’ll provoke.
Then F. Lee Baily you will need,
But most of all be careful what you read.
III
Be careful what you do.
Your motives they could misconstrue.
Don’t protest war or boycott fur;
For discipline you could incur
Deforestation you can’t fight
Lest deportation be your plight.
Though time away would be OK,
It’s not so nice in Gitmo Bay.
Be careful who you pay;
Your bank account they will survey.
That trusty ATM’s no friend,
If all your funds they apprehend.
You thought your new car would impress,
But now you’re tracked by GPS.
While you’ve no flaw in thought or deed,
They force you to be careful what you read.
(Postscript)
There’s a moral to our story
Isn’t deep in allegory:
“When the Bill of Rights is sacked,
You will find you’ve been Bush-whacked!”
From the original stage musical Once Upon a Time: Fairy Tales with a Grown-Up Twist copyright 2006
There’s a movement in our nation
Causing us great consternation:
Records seized and phone calls tapped,
All our travels watched and mapped.
So librarians are fighting
In this cause we are uniting.
We won’t stand by, voices gagged,
While our liberties are bagged.
You should heed our urgent warning—
You’ll be watched by night and morning.
If you glean from what we’ve learned,
then the tables might be turned.
It won’t take too much "grey matter,"
For they’re madder than a hatter.
But to be sure you’re not harmed;
Being forewarned is forearmed.
I.
Be careful what you read.
The government could intercede.
A phoney Patriot could Act
And all your records would be tracked.
Make sure the subject’s not risqué
Most certainly it can’t be gay.
Biography might do the trick;
Unless a Democrat you pick.
Be sure your sources are approved.
or find your freedoms all removed
Must not think outside the box;
only get your news from FOX.
Glenn Greenwald, Stewart, and Colbert
Will leave you caught without a prayer.
With Rush or Coulter you’ll succeed.
So first of all be careful what you read.
II.
Be careful who you call.
The NSA will hear it all.
Just when you think you are alone
There’s someone list’ning on your phone.
Whether abroad or down the street,
don’t think your phone call is discreet.
You thought they gave you quite a rate;
your world, delivered—on a plate!
Say, can you hear me now?
Some privacy they should allow!
They’ll hear the calls to all our Moms—
Like cloak and dagger Peeping Toms.
Be mindful where you tell a joke
Some tight-assed G-man you’ll provoke.
Then F. Lee Baily you will need,
But most of all be careful what you read.
III
Be careful what you do.
Your motives they could misconstrue.
Don’t protest war or boycott fur;
For discipline you could incur
Deforestation you can’t fight
Lest deportation be your plight.
Though time away would be OK,
It’s not so nice in Gitmo Bay.
Be careful who you pay;
Your bank account they will survey.
That trusty ATM’s no friend,
If all your funds they apprehend.
You thought your new car would impress,
But now you’re tracked by GPS.
While you’ve no flaw in thought or deed,
They force you to be careful what you read.
(Postscript)
There’s a moral to our story
Isn’t deep in allegory:
“When the Bill of Rights is sacked,
You will find you’ve been Bush-whacked!”
From the original stage musical Once Upon a Time: Fairy Tales with a Grown-Up Twist copyright 2006
They Misunderestimate Me
Lyrics by George W. Bush as arranged in verse by Les R. Wood
(Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious music and original lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)
They misunderestimate me; I read the newspaper.
I glance at the headlines just to kind of get a flavor.
To think that I don’t know what’s going on is just a myth
Though I rarely read the stories, I get briefed forthwith.
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Rarely is the question asked, “Is our children learning?”
Though it’s true that reading is the basics for all learning.
You know, I’ve read, I understand about reality.
Literate and hopefuller is what we want to be.
Oh, they misunderestimate; I know what I believe.
And I will keep articulating just what I believe.
Now what I believe, what I believe I’ll now recite,
For the record I believe what I believe is right.
As I stated in my State of the—my State of the Union—or state—my speech to the nation—I asked citizens to give 4,000 years—4,000 hours over the next—the rest of your life—of service to the country. That’s what I asked—4,000 hours.
I don’t think we need to be subliminable about the differences between our views. This is still a dangerous world. It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty and potential mental losses.
In my judgment, when I say there will be serious consequences, and if there isn’t serious consequences, it creates adverse consequences.
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
I know the human and the fish can co-exist in peace.
More and more these days our imports come from oversees.
Even though this issue doesn’t seem to resignate,
The important question is “how many hands— have I shaked?”
Oh, they misunderestimate me; I am the decider.
I’ve decided that we ought to make the pie— higher.
Malfeance was not involved; I am not a hider.
They misunderestimate me; I am the decider
I’m the decider; I decide.
I’m the decider; I decide.
(He’s the decider, he decides.
He’s the decider; he decides.)
I don’t believe in planners and deciders making the decisions on behalf of my citizens.
Part of the facts is understanding we have a problem, and part of the facts is what you’re going to do about it. The best place for the facts to be done is by somebody who’s spending time investigating it.
I’m a person who recognizes the fallacy of humans. They are more likely to succeed with success as opposed to failure.
I’m a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I think the past is over-, on that we all agree.
Families is where we find our hope,
Where wings take dream.
Our priorities— is our faith,
Oh, you know what I mean.
There’s an old saying where I come from that says, “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—you can’t get fooled again.”
You can’t take the high horse and then claim the low road. I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family.
Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.
This is a budget, that is clear; there’s lots of numbers in it.
Quotas vulcanize society, so I’m agin' it.
If that means what I just described I’m for, well then I’m for it.
They misunderestimate me, and I think that’s horse shit!
From the original stage musical Once Upon a Time: Fairy Tales with a Grown-Up Twist, copyright 2006
(Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious music and original lyrics by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)
They misunderestimate me; I read the newspaper.
I glance at the headlines just to kind of get a flavor.
To think that I don’t know what’s going on is just a myth
Though I rarely read the stories, I get briefed forthwith.
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Rarely is the question asked, “Is our children learning?”
Though it’s true that reading is the basics for all learning.
You know, I’ve read, I understand about reality.
Literate and hopefuller is what we want to be.
Oh, they misunderestimate; I know what I believe.
And I will keep articulating just what I believe.
Now what I believe, what I believe I’ll now recite,
For the record I believe what I believe is right.
As I stated in my State of the—my State of the Union—or state—my speech to the nation—I asked citizens to give 4,000 years—4,000 hours over the next—the rest of your life—of service to the country. That’s what I asked—4,000 hours.
I don’t think we need to be subliminable about the differences between our views. This is still a dangerous world. It’s a world of madmen and uncertainty and potential mental losses.
In my judgment, when I say there will be serious consequences, and if there isn’t serious consequences, it creates adverse consequences.
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
I know the human and the fish can co-exist in peace.
More and more these days our imports come from oversees.
Even though this issue doesn’t seem to resignate,
The important question is “how many hands— have I shaked?”
Oh, they misunderestimate me; I am the decider.
I’ve decided that we ought to make the pie— higher.
Malfeance was not involved; I am not a hider.
They misunderestimate me; I am the decider
I’m the decider; I decide.
I’m the decider; I decide.
(He’s the decider, he decides.
He’s the decider; he decides.)
I don’t believe in planners and deciders making the decisions on behalf of my citizens.
Part of the facts is understanding we have a problem, and part of the facts is what you’re going to do about it. The best place for the facts to be done is by somebody who’s spending time investigating it.
I’m a person who recognizes the fallacy of humans. They are more likely to succeed with success as opposed to failure.
I’m a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I think the past is over-, on that we all agree.
Families is where we find our hope,
Where wings take dream.
Our priorities— is our faith,
Oh, you know what I mean.
There’s an old saying where I come from that says, “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—you can’t get fooled again.”
You can’t take the high horse and then claim the low road. I know how hard it is for you to put food on your family.
Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.
This is a budget, that is clear; there’s lots of numbers in it.
Quotas vulcanize society, so I’m agin' it.
If that means what I just described I’m for, well then I’m for it.
They misunderestimate me, and I think that’s horse shit!
From the original stage musical Once Upon a Time: Fairy Tales with a Grown-Up Twist, copyright 2006
I'm a Patriot and You're Not
(Think "The Yankee Doodle Boy" music and lyrics by George M. Cohan)
I'm a Patriot and you’re not,
A Patriot will do or die;
No matter what they say, it’s always right.
I can’t believe they would lie!
I put my blinders on and follow
Like a lemming to the sea.
If you wear your flag pin proudly,
never think or question,
You’ll be a Patriot like me.
I'm a Patriot and you’re not,
I see those weapons up ahead.
They told me they were there, so I believe.
How dare you say we’re misled?
The Prez wants only to protect us.
I will follow faithfully.
If, with hand on heart, you sing—
(in English, not in Spanish!)
You’ll be a Patriot like me.
From the original stage musical Once Upon a Time: Fairy Tales with a Grown-Up Twist, copyright 2006
I'm a Patriot and you’re not,
A Patriot will do or die;
No matter what they say, it’s always right.
I can’t believe they would lie!
I put my blinders on and follow
Like a lemming to the sea.
If you wear your flag pin proudly,
never think or question,
You’ll be a Patriot like me.
I'm a Patriot and you’re not,
I see those weapons up ahead.
They told me they were there, so I believe.
How dare you say we’re misled?
The Prez wants only to protect us.
I will follow faithfully.
If, with hand on heart, you sing—
(in English, not in Spanish!)
You’ll be a Patriot like me.
From the original stage musical Once Upon a Time: Fairy Tales with a Grown-Up Twist, copyright 2006
Deception and Lies (A Tragic Tale in Limerick Form)
A neocon think tank called P-NAC
Smokin’ stogies and sippin’ on cognac.
Laid out their fixation,
with world domination,
and said, “we’ll need bases in I-raq.”
They waited with much agitation
For pretense of justification.
Eleven September—That day we remember—
They used for their own exploitation.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“The terrorists,” it was made plain—
as Dubya and Dickie explain—
“were led by Bin Laden.”
But while still jihadin’
Bin Laden morped into Hussein.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“Sadaam is an imminent threat;
he’s got nuk-u-ler weapons, I’d bet.
Though some may dislike
Pre-emptive Strike.
Such doubt we could live to regret!”
And so we began a new era;
Dubya called it “The Great War on Terra.”
With Shock and with Awe,
We savored it all.
Watching CNN, drinking Madeira.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“The fighting will soon be completed.
As heroes we’re sure to be treated.
They’ll forget all the mortars.
Democratic importers!—
as Lib’rators we will be greeted!”
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“Mission Accomplished” it read,
The banner that hung overhead.
O’er the crowd Dubya glanced,
In his costume he pranced.
“The battle is over,” he said.
IEDs, though, just kept on exploding.
For our soldiers a sense of foreboding.
From safe on his lawn
Dubya said, “Bring ‘Em On!”
And, alas, they just kept on reloading.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Now five years have passed since that day
On the Lincoln that evening in May.
While I hate to sound crass,
“Accomplished” my ass!
Start bringing our troops home today!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
With their spying and lying and fable,
and torture—whatever the label,
It's become very clear,
Ms. Pelosi, my dear:
Impeachment should be ON THE TABLE!
Their “high crimes” and “treason” aren’t vague.
Their contempt for the law is a plague.
For the good of the nation
they need a vacation,
Let’s finance a trip to The Hague!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Copyright 2008
Smokin’ stogies and sippin’ on cognac.
Laid out their fixation,
with world domination,
and said, “we’ll need bases in I-raq.”
They waited with much agitation
For pretense of justification.
Eleven September—That day we remember—
They used for their own exploitation.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“The terrorists,” it was made plain—
as Dubya and Dickie explain—
“were led by Bin Laden.”
But while still jihadin’
Bin Laden morped into Hussein.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“Sadaam is an imminent threat;
he’s got nuk-u-ler weapons, I’d bet.
Though some may dislike
Pre-emptive Strike.
Such doubt we could live to regret!”
And so we began a new era;
Dubya called it “The Great War on Terra.”
With Shock and with Awe,
We savored it all.
Watching CNN, drinking Madeira.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“The fighting will soon be completed.
As heroes we’re sure to be treated.
They’ll forget all the mortars.
Democratic importers!—
as Lib’rators we will be greeted!”
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
“Mission Accomplished” it read,
The banner that hung overhead.
O’er the crowd Dubya glanced,
In his costume he pranced.
“The battle is over,” he said.
IEDs, though, just kept on exploding.
For our soldiers a sense of foreboding.
From safe on his lawn
Dubya said, “Bring ‘Em On!”
And, alas, they just kept on reloading.
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Now five years have passed since that day
On the Lincoln that evening in May.
While I hate to sound crass,
“Accomplished” my ass!
Start bringing our troops home today!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
With their spying and lying and fable,
and torture—whatever the label,
It's become very clear,
Ms. Pelosi, my dear:
Impeachment should be ON THE TABLE!
Their “high crimes” and “treason” aren’t vague.
Their contempt for the law is a plague.
For the good of the nation
they need a vacation,
Let’s finance a trip to The Hague!
(Refrain)
Lies, lies, deception and lies!
The Bushies keep pushing their vile enterprise.
The longer we dwell in a state so Orwellian
The closer democracy comes to demise.
Copyright 2008
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