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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?
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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?
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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
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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
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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.
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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".
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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
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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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