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Only Mr. Bush, please!

Songs of Bush

The Kennebunkport Hillbilly

The Ode to the Yearning Bush

The Bush Limerick Song

Bomb Iraq

  

 

A few of the tunes that I'd like to record with the right band. It could be fun, actually. Just email me and let me know if you are interested.

Disribute this to whomever for whatever reason and smile, for, despite appearances, it is still really possible that it could be worse! For more information: The many reasons to Arrest Bush look for the second archive for the Bush Years

 

Notes for Kennebunkport Hillbilly:

Someone sent these words to me then I added to and changed the lyrics before passing it on to a mailing list. If you'd like to hear my "musical" rendition of this rare piece:

For an MP3: The Kennebunkport Hillbilly!

And yes, it is my own voice herein, who else would sing it?

 

The Kennebunkport Hillbilly

(sung to the tune of "The Beverly Hillbillies")

 lyrics by Anonymous and Dan Brady

Copright, 2001, all rights reserved

 

Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy name Bush.

His IQ near zero and his head kept up his tush.

He drank like a fish while he drove round an' bout.

But it didn't matter none' cuz his daddy'd bail 'im out

DUI, that is, criminal record, cover-up.

 

Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale.

He can't spell his name but they never let him fail.

He spent all his time hangin' out with student folk.

And that's when he larnt how to snort a line of coke.

Blow, that is, white gold, nose candy.

 

The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam.

Kin folks say, "Georgie, stay at home with Mom."

Let the common people get killed, maimed, and scarred.

And we'll git ya'll a spot in the Texas Air Guard.

Cushy, that is, country clubs, nose candy.

 

Well Georgie e's a Texan so daddy buys him into oil

But Georgie has no money sense and an' soon't went to spoil

He then tried a baseball team with Houston as its host

But it wasn't long after that he gave up the ghost

Booze that is, nose candy, dumb as a platter

 

Twenty years later George he gets a little bored.

Trades in the booze and sez Jesus is his Lord.

He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna be."

So he called up his daddy who bought him the GOP.

Gun owners, that is, Falwell 'n Jesse Helms.

 

Then come November 7, the elections runnin' late.

Kin folks said "Jeb, give that boy your state!"

"Betta stop them colored folks from gettin' to the polls."

So they put up barricades an' they couldn't punch their holes.

Chads, that is, Duval County, Miami-Dade.

 

Before the votes 'r counted the Supreme Court weighed in.

Told all the voters, "Hey, we want ol' George to win".

"Stop counting all the votes!" was their invocation

That's how little Georgie finally got his coronation.

Rigged, that is, illegitimate, no moral authority.

 

Y'all come back to vote now, hear?

 

 

Notes for: Ode to the Yearning Bush:

I was inspired one day and in a few short hours created the first version. Later, when the twins were in the news, I added the verse referencing them. Here are the links for the audio files:

For an MP3: Ode to the Yearning Bush

Hear the tune: harmonica, key of C

Ode to the Yearning Bush

Music and lyrics by Dan Brady

Copright, 2001, all rights reserved

 

Mr. Bush I guess I'll just say it,

And I'm not merely fartin' out beans,

When I tell ya' I love you dearly -

Like I love my blue cotton jeans, jeans

Like I love what I got in my genes.

 

Now, I know you won't chat up the ladies,

And go leavin' off before they've cum -

When I think of you I get a headache

And I wish that you weren't so dumb, dumb

Oh I just hope that you aren't THAT dumb

 

The twins they'll sure keep you a guessin'

Oh what the hells next you will say.

They're teens and it seems that they're like you

Usin' daddy to get by and through, through,

And they like their booze jus' like you.

 

Yes, Mr. Bush your sure up there

So I hope you don't have a great fall,

But your dependance on cue cards, it tells us

You've completely stopped thinking at all, all

You're really not thinkning at all

 

So they'll keep you on a short chain - ey,

A mean leash and a short one that's true,

And its hard to live with a shadow

That knows more of the darkness than you, you

And who is more of the darkness than you.

 

Well, I've said enough'n maybe more so

Call me stupid so I can call you a fool

I'll outlive you yet and I'll see you

When your'e sittin' with Ray - guns and drool, drool

You'll be sittin' like Ray - guns with drool

 

 

 

Notes for: Bomb Iraq:

This cute little ditty was going around on the web in various forms. I added and changed some parts of it and broadcast it out. It makes a wonderful sing along.

Bomb Iraq, A - Republican Song

To the tune of "If you're happy and you know it"

Music: traditional, Lyrics by Anonymous and Dan Brady

Copright, 2002 - 2003, all rights reserved

 

If you can't find Osama, "Bomb Iraq",

If the markets are a drama, "Bomb Iraq".

If the terrorists are frisky,

Pakistan is looking shifty,

North Korea is too risky,

"Bomb Iraq".

 

If we have no allies with us, "Bomb Iraq",

If we think someone's dissed us, "Bomb Iraq".

So to hell with all inspections,

Let's look tough for bi-elections,

Close your mind and take directions,

"Bomb Iraq".

 

It's "Pre-Emptive Non-Aggression", "Bomb Iraq".

Let's thwart potential mass destruction, "Bomb Iraq".

They've got weapons we can't see,

And that's good enough for me,

"'Cause it's all the proof I need"

"Bomb Iraq".

 

If you've never been elected, "Bomb Iraq",

If your manhood is suspected, "Bomb Iraq".

If you think Saddam's gone mad,

With the weapons that he once had,

(And he tried to kill your Dad),

"Bomb Iraq".

 

If your corporate fraud is growin', "Bomb Iraq",

If your ties to it are showin', "Bomb Iraq".

If your politics are sleazy,

And hiding that ain't easy,

And your manhood's getting queasy,

"Bomb Iraq".

 

Fall in line and blindly follow orders, "Bomb Iraq",

For our might knows not our borders, "Bomb Iraq".

Disagree? We'll call it Treason,

Let's make war not love this season,

Even if we have no reason,

"Bomb Iraq".

 

 

Notes for: The Bush Limerick Song

I was meeting a friend of mine one evening for dinner. To make a long story short we had a wait for the dinner so we went to a bar nearby to have a few drinks. Well, when we got inside there was a limerick contest going on. My friend encouraged me to try out. Well, some of these limericks were created at that time. Later I decided to string them and a few others into a song.

For an MP3: Ode to the Yearning Bush

 The Bush Limerick Song

Music and lyrics by Dan Brady

Copright, 2002 - 2003, all rights reserved

 

Chorus:

Oh how did that imbecile resident

Wind up selected as president?

With vocabulary crass

He sounds more like an ass

And nations worldwide they grow hesitant.

Grow hesitant! And nation's world wide they grow hesitant

 

Bush and Cheney like what they see

Ashcroft's dissolution of our liberty

Their darkness now spans

Over various lands

And we've no where on Earth left to flee!

To flee! And we've no where on Earth left to flee!

 

Oh Mr. B. just how did you pass

Through the Ivy League's posh business class?

With your brain out of gear

Its slipped down into your rear

Now you fart out your speeches of gas

Of gas! Now you fart out your speeches of gas

 

Mr. Bush but don't you have luck

You're such an incredible fuck

You fall on the floor

Pretzel choked, what's more

You've a dick that your wife will not suck.

Not suck! You've a dick your wife will not suck.

 

It's the Bushies going back to Iraq

For bloodshed there'll be not a lack

To settle a score

For his pappy and more

And don't think that oil's like smack

Like smack! No, oil is nothing like smack!

 

And what is Osama's game plan

And what of Afghanistan?

Musharrafs a tool

Sharon acts like a fool

And Korea is making a stand,

A stand! And Korea is making a stand.

 

Oh lets give big breaks to the rich

By the trillions you son of a bitch

And cut veteran's pay

And give forests away

And leave sick and dying to twitch

To twitch! And leave sick and dying to twitch.

 

Saddam, we know who to blame

Whoever gave him his game

Our wealthy and proud

Our pundits so loud

And we know them all now by name

By name! And we know them all now by name.

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