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Song: Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland, Dick Smith and Felix Bernard, with Jerry Politex

Sleigh knives ping, are you listening,
In Iraq, blood is glistening
A horrible sight,
We're repulsed tonight,
Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland

Gone away is the rumbird,
Here to stay is the gatesbird
He sings the same song,
As Dems go along,
Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland

In the cap'tal he had built a strawman,
Bush pretended was a ter'rist clown
We asked: where's the ter'rist?
Bush said: Iraq,
But I know he'll do us harm
If he's in town.

Later on, Bush conspired,
As we fell in his mire
To lie unafraid,
The plans that he made,
Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland

In our country he had built a strawman,
Bush pretended was a ter'rist clown
He had lots of fun with mister strawman,
'til Shites 'n Sunnis knocked him down.

When Bush snows us, ain't it thrilling,
To see all of the killing
He's froliced and played, the Neocon way,
Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland

Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland
Talking 'Bout George Bush's Blunderland

Song: Bush and Cheney’s Blunderland (Song Parody), Mad Kane

Nov. 2, 2006: I just wrote a Bush-Cheney song parody to Winter Wonderland, without realizing that I used the same tune back in 2004 for a pre-election song parody.  Fortunately, a bad memory does have some benefits, so the lyrics are quite different. Here’s my new one:

Rummy’s great, and he’s staying.
No debate. Stop your braying.
“Fantastic” at war!
Bush Rummy adores.
Welcome to Bush/Cheney’s Blunderland.

War is hard, but we’re winning.
GOP, lies and spinning.
Our war in Iraq
Is really on track.
Welcome to Bush/Cheney’s Blunderland.

Bush and Rove are great at building straw men.
Then they proudly knock their straw men down.
Dub implies we’re traitors.
We’ll say, “No Man!”
It’s time to stop pretending you’ve been crowned.

Ev’ry day, they conspire.
Reckless knaves, thieves, and liars.
The Bush/Cheney reign,
Democracy’s bane.
Welcome to Bush/Cheney’s Blunderland.


Song: Shopping For A New President Would Be Nice, Mad Kane

‘Tis the season to buy stuff, for sure.
Have you shopped? Yes? Then go shop some more.
That’s what George Dubya said,
While ignoring the dead,
Needless victims of Dub’s wanton war.

“A Way Forward?” To Where, Exactly, Mad Kane

Iraq’s current state is abysmal,
With its prospects of peace rather dismal.
Dubya started this war,
Yielding blood, sweat and gore,
And success odds quite infinitesimal..

By The Baker Boys: Wouldn't It Be Nice, the Beach Boys, with Jerry Politex

Wouldn't it be nice if Iraq tott'ring
Could rub an Aladdin’s lamp
And wouldn't it be nice they stopped the killing
To shore up the puppet from collapse

You know that'd make it so much better
When we can say goodby to stormy weather

Wouldn't it be nice if Iran sat down
To create a strong Iraq for Bush
And wouldn't it be nice we live together
In the kind of world where all belong

You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if Syr'ya joined talks
To prop up the Sunnis in Iraq
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Their happy times together spending
I wish that every kiss was never ending
Oh Wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could pump oil (we could pump oil)
And then we'd be happy (then we'd be happy)

Wouldn't it be nice (bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla)

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Oh, wouldn't it be nice

--thanks to Matthew Parris

Foreign Policy: Baby Bush and The Baker Man, Jerry Politex

Pattycake, Pattycake, I'm the Baker man,
I can fix Iraq like nobody can;
I'll cut it, mix it, mark it with a W,
Spin it to our media so it won't trouble you;
Served up to Baby Bush at his next sup,
I stand near his highchair as he throws it up.

Send Up The Clowns

War Makes them rich,
Aren't they a pair?
Bush here at last on the ground,
Dick full of hot air.
They are the clowns.

They serve death with their kiss,
Who would approve?
Bush who keeps tearing around,
Dick who can't move.
Iraq made them clowns.
Send up the clowns.

Just when we'd stopped opening their doors,
Knowing those two who wanted to "win"
Were war whores,
Making their entrances again with their usual lies,
Sure of their spin,
We just roll our eyes.

"Don't you love death," they ask
"There's nothing to fear."
They said that we'd want what they want.
Sorry, my dears.
You two are clowns.
Quick, impeach the clowns.
They need to feel fear.

Making friends rich,
Aren't they queer?
Losing their souls this late
In their careers?
Those two are sick clowns.
They buried us in Iraq,
Let's get out this year.

--Stephen Sondheim, with Jerry Politex

Two Paradies Of "Mr. Ed", Mad Kane/Jerry Politex

He Misled Theme Song By Madeleine Begun Kane

Bush never said stay the course, of course.
And no one can challenge this ass of horse.
He lies, perforce, to change the course of election day ahead.

Go right to the source. H'll lie of course.
Won't give you an answer that you'll endorse.
He's never on a truthful course.
Lies you will be fed.

Pundits yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day.
And talking heads will rarely challenge the lies that the Bushies say.

George Dubya has no remorse, of course,
And Georgie will lie till his voice is hoarse.
He'd love to rule all the world by force.

But listen to this:
Happy days ahead!


Theme from "Mr. Bush"

No one can talk when they're hoarse, of course.
But I tell you today, 'Stay the course, of course."
That is, stay the course, unless I change course,
I'm the famous Mr. Bush.

Go right to the source, am I sounding hoarse?
I'll say whatever you'll endorse.
I'm always on a steady course.
Talk to me, I'm Mr. Bush.

I tell you today, "Stay the course, of course."
I'll continue to talk, though I'm getting hoarse
That is, stay the course, unless I change course,
I'm the famous Mr. Bush.

People yakkity yak a streak and waste your time of day
But Mister Bush will never speak unless he has something to say.

I gotta repeat, "Stay the course, of course."
And I'm gonna talk 'though my voice is hoarse.
You never heard me talking hoarse?

Well listen to this: Gaaag Awkkk Foxppp the course,

'Cause I am Mister Bush.

by Ray Evans and Jay Livingston, with Politex
(thanks for the idea, Mad)

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