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Edited on Mon Aug-27-07 10:13 AM by bob_weaver
(sung to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby")
Aww, look, another resignation Ahhh, it's a ghost administration
Elizabeth Harris Picks up the chads from a card and glues them back in "Now Bush can win."
Kenny Boy Lay Gives you free rides on his plane Now you play with his boner Your biggest donor
All the Bush supporters, where do they all come from? All those Fox reporters, where do they all belong?
Poor Schwarzenegger Long-ago photos are published that show Arnie's wang It's no big thang
Ah, look at all the fired lawyers Ah, look at all those parking spaces
'Berto Gonzales takes the Geneva Convention and shreds it through twice. "Torture is nice." Waits at the window, downloading all of your files in one giant torrent "Who needs a warrant?"
Ah, look at all the hopeless losers! Ah, look at all the well-paid cronies!
Harriet Miers picks up the rice in the church and eats it for lunch, She likes the crunch. Waits at the window, wearing a wig That she keeps in a jar by the door, Who was it for?
All the worthless has-beens, where do they all come from? All the right-wing bozos, where do they all belong?
L. "Scooter" Libby, writing the words of a memo That no one will need. (No one can read.) Look at him stumble, throwing his crutches at night When there's nobody there, what does he care?
All the Bush ass-kissers, where do they all come from? All the friends of Cheney, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all those pudgy people! Ah, look at all those ugly mug shots!
Poor Michael Brown, died in the flood and was buried A True Fashion God. Heckuva job. See Michael Chertoff wiping the dirt from his hands As he walks past a grave No one was saved.
All the Bush appointees, where do they all come from? All the rich white felons, where do they all belong?
See Donald Rumsfeld, skeleton sitting alone in his room wearing glasses Cursing the masses. Poor Condolleeza, buys all her clothes from the wardrobe from Babylon 5. She still alive?
All the crony hires, where do they all come from? All the phony liars, where do they all belong?
Goodbye Turd Blossom In the debates you were great on PlayStation II Swift boats came through
Look at Rove smirking Pulling the strings in the night when there's nobody there Brains with no hair
Pay no attention Wizard of Probable Cause got his paws on somebody's name Valerie Plame
When things got ugly Turd jumped the ship, got his hugs, took a trip, Where will go Rove? Bohemian Grove
All corrupt advisers, where do they all come from? Dracula's incisors, where do they all belong?
Ahh, look at all those resignations Ahh, let's see those investigations
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