Washington DC, January 2001. George Bush takes the oath of office. Several hundred Republicans converge on the inaugural ball.
Republicans:
When you’re with Bush
You’re with Bush thoroughly
From your first cute nickname
To your last “not guilty”
When you’re with Bush
Let the liberals scream
We’ve got Congress, the White House, and
The Court Supreme
With grownups in charge
We’ll make Bush our Augustus
Our crimes will be large
The bureau now called Justice
Will be called “just us”
Now here comes Bush
Yeah! And he’s gonna say
Some nonsensical stuff
And a mangled cliché
And a botched, mangled, graceless slang
Cliché!
Some months later, Bush is on vacation in Texas.
Bush:
Can’t be
Hell no
Bin Laden’s due any day
So says my CIA
What do they know?
“He may come cannonballin’ down through the sky”
I don’t know why
They’re saying so
Hell no
It’s all in the PDB
Condi just gave to me
But, man alive
That thing is full of seven syllable words!
That’s for the birds!
Now watch this drive
Will it be?
No it won’t
Need I function?
No I don’t
Them are the facts
Nothing’s coming
That’s for sure
So I can
Keep to plan:
Wipe out all tax
Make a speech, sign a bill
Big state dinner in Brazil
This job’s a snap
Nothing’s coming
I don’t care
What they say
Go away
Time for a nap
Bad news that’s offered
While clearing brush in Crawford
Do not deliver to me
There’ll be no hijacked plane
Nor a big hurricane
Not on my watch
Not on my watch
Not on my watch!
Well guess what: terrorists fly planes into the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and a Pennsylvania field.
Bush:
The most beautiful sound I ever heard
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
All the beautiful sounds of the world in a pair of words
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
I’ve just been attacked by Bin Laden!
And suddenly that name
Will take all of the blame
From me!
Bin Laden!
I’ll pin everything on Bin Laden!
And suddenly that sound
Will be heard all around
You’ll see
Bin Laden
Say it once and you’re done persuading
Say it three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven times
And Iraq you’re invading
Bin Laden
I’ll never stop blaming Bin Laden
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden!
Bin Laden! Bin Laden!
Say it once and you’re done persuading
Say it three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven times
And Iraq you’re invading
Bin Laden
I’ll never stop blaming Bin Laden
The right loves the way things are going. The left doesn’t.
Neocons:
Check and balance
Peculiar notion
Tends to impede any motion
Always the Congress grandstanding
Always judicial branch demanding
And the factions banding
And the public meeting
And ideas competing
I want enlightened dictator!
Have your democracy later!
I want to reshape America
Let the elite rape America
“Act like a big ape” America
Liberals:
Then will it still be America?
Neocons:
Land of the free and of the brave
Liberals:
Free just as long as you behave!
Neocons:
No man is higher than the law
Liberals:
Except those who feed us that old saw!
Rights disappear in America
Ruling with fear in America
Year after year in America
Neocons:
That’s because we’re in America
Liberals:
I think I’ll vacate the U.S.
Neocons:
No place is in less of a mess!
Liberals:
Maybe in France I can get laid
Neocons:
Maybe in France we will invade!
The administration hustles the world toward war with Afghanistan Iraq to capture Osama Bin Laden Saddam Hussein.
Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld:
Last month, last month
The war began last month
We shocked
And then we awed
And we won
Last month, last month
It only took a month
War is hell —
Hell of a
Lot of fun!
Today, the mission is accomplished
Saddam is out of power
These last throes soon are done
We’ve just begun
There’s more wars to begin
And be won
Next month!
But the Iraq war goes into extra innings. Detainees accumulate in Guantánamo Bay.
Detainees:
My dear Attorney Gen’ral
Ya gotta understand
It’s been a hundred hours
You’ve made us have to stand
We’re cold and wet and naked
We keep on getting dunked
Gen’ral, at politeness you have flunked
Dear Gen’ral Gonzales, we’re very upset
Not habeas nor corpus can our advocates get
Geneva Conventions say what you should do
You should not run this like a zoo
Like a zoo!
Like a zoo, like a zoo
Like a filthy zoo
We’re like animals in some big zoo
My deity is Allah
My skin’s a sandy brown
My uncle is a mullah
In some Mideastern town
I said once Bush was crazy
They came for me that day
Golly gee! They carried me away
Yes, Gen’ral Gonzales, you’re being a jerk
Your experts in the CIA say torture won’t work
It’s simply sadistic and doesn’t make sense
You’re jeopardizing your defense
Your defense!
Your defense, your defense
Your homeland defense
This offense is not the best defense
The trouble is he’s sour
The trouble is he’s smart
The trouble is his power
And that he has no heart
The trouble’s his assistants’
The trouble is his own
Gen’ral, you should leave us all alone!
Gee, Gen’ral Gonzales, we’re hanging by thumbs
And bleeding from our ears because of punctured eardrums
Gee, Gen’ral Gonzales, what are we to do?
Gee, Gen’ral Gonzales,
[waterboarding sounds]!
Everything is going Bush’s way.
Bush:
I feel petty
Oh so petty
I feel petty
And heady
And big
And I’m ready
To imprison every dirty Whig
I feel scary
I feel saucy
And contrary and bossy and smug
It’s amazing
That America is run by thugs
See “commander guy” in that mirror there
Who can that important guy be?
Such a petty face
Such a petty suit
Such a petty smirk
Such a petty me!
I feel spiteful
And vindictive
It is frightful addictive to be
What I am:
Dictatorial, petty me!
Neocons:
Have you met our friend the Decider?
The craziest guy on the earth
Divider and not a uniter
He’s the one who’s your friend if you have some net worth
He thinks he’s in charge
He thinks that he rules
He isn’t in charge
He’s merely a tool
It must be the desk
Or “Hail to the Chief”
Or all the free press
And their false belief
Pay no mind to him
Send for Cheney
He’s the one who is
Really brainy
Simple, unsure
Confused and inbred
Uncouth, immature
And over his head!
At last the Democrats retake control of Congress. They vow a showdown with Bush over funding for the war.
Democrats:
We Democrats won’t have our way tonight!
We Democrats won’t have our say tonight!
Constituents they grumble: go fight
Republicans say “boo” and
They give us a fright
Republicans:
We’re gonna use ad hominems tonight!
We’re gonna make a fool of them tonight!
We’ll make insinuations, then watch
Those saviors of the nation grow wet at the crotch
Tonight!
Democrats and Republicans:
We’re gonna de-bate tonight
But dog-and-pony shows cannot change our course
We’re gonna make clear tonight
Our poor constituents have backed the wrong horse
Republicans:
Well we won’t stop it!
Democrats:
And we can’t stop it!
Democrats and Republicans:
The whole damn country will have buyer’s remorse
Tonight!
The press:
The press is gonna get its kicks tonight!
The press is gonna get last licks tonight!
The Democrats may talk tough. So what?
The status quo’s not threatened. They’re stuck in a rut
The left:
Tonight, tonight
We’ll end this war tonight
Tonight our side at last has its day
Tonight, tonight
They’ll hear us roar tonight
And we’ll make George Bush do what we say
The past six years have seemed forever
Our setbacks have seemed endless
Although our cause is right
Oh pols, hang tight
And into the abyss shine some light
Tonight!
Democrats:
The Democrats will lose the vote tonight!
We do not want to rock the boat tonight!
The press might say we’re causing gridlock
So let’s just help the Bushies to run out the clock
The left:
Tonight, tonight
We’ll end this war tonight
Republicans:
We’ll paint ’em soft on defense!
We’ll make ’em sit on the fence!
The left:
Tonight our side at last has its day
Democrats:
Let’s hope this all goes away
The left:
Tonight, tonight
They’ll hear us roar tonight
And we’ll make George Bush do what we say
The press:
We’ll gonna snark it tonight!
The left:
The past six years have seemed forever
Our setbacks have seemed endless
Republicans:
They can’t stop us
Democrats:
We can’t stop them
The left:
Although our cause is right
The press:
We’ll keep our narrative whole tonight
The left:
Oh pols, hang tight
And into the abyss shine some light
Democrats:
We’ll disappoint them tonight
Republicans:
We’ll give no quarter tonight
The press:
Bread and circus tonight
All:
Tonight!
The Democrats fold like a wet taco. The left is deeply dejected.
The left:
There’s a place for us
Online, a place for us
Point your browser and log in on
Dailykos.com
There’s a place where we
Commiserate and we
Try to picture how things should be
Try to take down the GOP
Online
Online
We’ll find a new way of leading
We’ll find a way of succeeding
Online
The left sees one hope remaining.
The left:
Gore, Gore
Albert Gore
Please run, Gore!
Gotta do it
Step up to it
Hear us implore, Gore!
Don’t sit out
‘Cause there’s no doubt
You’d come out ahead
Join the fray
‘Cause that’s the way
The Republicans will fill with dread
Gore, Gore
Albert Gore
Jump in, Gore!
Throw your hat in
Rivals flatten
Do not ignore, Gore!
Run, man, run
So that we can stop the war, Gore!
We’re crying out for
Al Gore
As Bush’s poll numbers sink, the complicit press finds itself on the ropes.
The press:
A man like that who’d wreck the nation
Provides reporters with sensation
We must be spoon-fed
Please keep us spoon-fed
A man like that makes our job easy
And even though you think it’s sleazy
We must be spoon-fed
Please keep us spoon-fed
He tells us what we are to write
He tells us what we are to think
So we can spend
Less time on work
More time on drink!
With a wink and nod, boys!
With a wink!
A man like that wants only one thing:
To leave the rest of you with nothing
“If you can’t beat them, you’d better join”
We could not win
And so we joined him
And so we joined…
The left:
Oh, mainstream media, no
Oh, media, no
That is a craven policy
It’s bad for our democracy
You hear my words
And know they’re true
There’s no excuse
You’re obtuse!
You media are obtuse!
Tell the truth!
You should know better
You went to school, or so you said
You should know better
We have this land and it’s all that we have
That, and laws that we must cleave to
We live here, we vote
We’re all in the same boat
We and you
We have this land and it’s all that we need
That, and laws, but they need us too
They’re only as good
As they are understood
And that’s why we need you
Inform, inform the elect’rate
With real facts
And nuance
And truth!
With the truth!
The press:
The press is
Old news
Now bloggers fill our shoes
The press and the left:
The blogs are our life!