George Harrison 1987, I got my mind set on you. To be honest, I used the lyrics from Weird Al’s This Song is Just Six Words Long. the second stanza is almost verbatim.
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
Couldn’t get up of his seat
No he just stayed in his seat
He shoulda got out of his seat
Stead of reading to that child
You really need words
Whole lotta english words
You gotta have so many words, mm-mm
To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it
To do it, to do it right, child
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
He started a useless war
And he didn’t even know for sure
If the danger was really real
Or how the world would feel
George Bush is a lying fool (lying fool)
George Bush is a lying fool (lying fool)
Cuttin taxes for the Wealthy
A whole lot for the Wealthy
If your not one of the wealthy
Then just sing this song, child
He’s got a small mind
A realy tiny mind
What can we do with his mind
We’ll throw it , throw it ,throw it
throw it , throw it Awaaaaaay
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
George Bush is a lying fool
You ain’t nothin’ but a blunderer
lyin’ all the time.
You ain’t nothin’ but a blunderer
lyin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught Osama
and you ain’t no friend of mine.
When you said you would unite us,
well, that was just a lie.
When you said you would unite us,
well, that was just a lie.
You ain’t never caught Osama
and you ain’t no friend of mine.
Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread
And so Bush ran into Iraq
How many thousands dead?
Could not see the quagmire there
If re-election’s won
Then he don’t care, oh-oh-oh-oh
Fools rush in, where wise men never go
But when you listen to Karl Rove
Who cares what the world knows?
Iran is next? Then let the draft begin!
We’ll spiral up the spin and let
Our troops rush in
Wise men say only fools rush in
But Bush can’t help falling for neocon spin
Shall we stay
In a war we can't win?
While Bush tramples truth till every vote is in.
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Blood flows in Iraq
Civil war? Or theocracy?
Take their oil! Take a thousand lives too
Of U.S. troops -- how many more in queue?
Desperate? Yeah, pretty much. Desperate to wrest power from a murderous, lying, fundaloonie like Bush. I sort of have to wonder about the sanity of anyone not so desperate.
There’s a song in here somewhere, help me out guys…
On the first part of the journey
We were looking for WMDs
There were inspectors and Blix and students and spies
There were UN reports and lies
The first thing we found was a man with a beard
He’d been mean to my dad
We said that he’d helped out the al-Qaeda guys
So we’d be able to bomb Baghdad
Oh, I’ve been through the desert on a war with no aim
It felt good to get rid of Hussein
In the desert, can’t find no WMDs
Cuz there weren’t none there in the first place, you see
*Tell the GOP
Our children want to breathe
Go tell the RNC
Our children want to breathe
Fight a war that is worth fighting
Lay down your bombs & guns, my son
Use the arms that God did give you
Use your hands & learn to be a man
We need architects, you give us soldiers
We need honesty, you give us liars
We need love, you give us arrogance
We look for conservatives, you give us embezzlers & thieves
*
How about an update of Pink Floyd’s Fletcher Memorial Home? You don’t even have to change much.
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they’re still real.
It’s the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Bush and Cheney,
Mr. Blair and friend, Mrs. Rice, and Rumsfeld,
Mr. Putin and party.
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
And now, adding color, a group of anonymous America-loving
Iraqi exile glitterati.
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you’re dead.
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
With their favorite toys
They’ll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for Colonial
Wasters of Life and Limb.
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.
<sound of ballot machine lever>
To the tune of Que Sera Sera …
When I was just a little boy,
I asked my Daddy, “What will I be?
A wastrel? A playboy?
A broken-down drunkard?”
Here’s what he said to me:
“You’ll be pres-i-dent,
Just like your old man, Georgie!
My cronies will fix it, you’ll see!
You’ll be pres-i-dent!”
When I was ducking Viet Nam,
I asked my Daddy, “How can this be?
Voters like heros,
Voters like tough guys,
Who’ll ever vote for for me?”
“You’ll be pres-i-dent,
we’ll make up a cover story!
My cronies will fix it, you’ll see!
You’ll be pres-i-dent!”
When I grew up and got a job,
I asked my Daddy, “How can this be?
Bankruptcy, tax fraud,
Gross acts of malfeasance!
Who’ll ever vote for me?”
“You’ll be pres-i-dent!
We’ll buy off the SEC!
Our cronies will fix it, you’ll see!
You’ll be pres-i-dent!”
Now I swim in the White House pool,
And wave to my friends on TV.
I have custom-made flight suits,
And lickspittle lackeys,
By George, it’s good to be me!
“I’m your pres-i-dent!
I’m starting a dynasty!
Don’t like it? You’re history!
I’m your pres-i-dent!”
When you’ve bombed the fuck out of Afghanistan’s plains
And you still missed that feller who hijacked your planes
Just go to plan B and blame Saddam Hussein
And try hard to look like a soldier.
Hey, ask Mickey Moore just what the hell Viscous fingering is, for me, won’t you?
ok, howsabout this one…
(to the tune of eye of the tiger)
Risin up, out of the mansion,
born in to a life of privelege.
skirted service because of his dad
stayed out of nam, cause he wanted to stay alive.
He’s the son of Texas with the east coast roots
bein drunk, snortin coke was his forte.
He’s the last known male in his family
So be-gins the e-nd of the dy-nasty.
You blame Bush for the 2001 recession,
You blame Bush in 2001 for 9/11,
and if you had your way, you’d blame him for hurricane Ivan.
Meanwhile, you just go after his whole damn administration.
Can’t y’all just come up with somethin’ a bit better?
I ain’t gonna deny that he’s probably a bed wetter.
The fool would likely choke on his own damn sweater.
But I seriously doubt Kerry would be any better.
I’d probably vote for Kerry too, but he looks a bit weak,
the motherfucker looks like he died just last week!
He’s even got a schnoz bigger then Streisands beak!
But I’ma be real wit y’all, they’re both some big freaks!
Bush, why do you want to open up the border gates?
And at the same time, giving tax breaks to Bill Gates?
Standing firm, next to God, on gay rights debates?
Maybe the people should revoke your fucking right to procreate!
And Kerry, don’t think that you’re getting off so easy,
your flipping flopping is making my stomach feel all queasy.
This country is not your own personal fantasy.
So please make up your mind, and throw out your Idiosyncrasies.
