LTTE - Song Lyrics for our Guitar Strumming Leader

[RamboLiberal]

A clever Pittsburgh Post Gazette Letter Writer.

Song for our leader
I have composed a country-western ditty for our commander in chief about his response to Hurricane Katrina:

I was pluckin' my guitar on my five-week vacation, when Hurricane Katrina came and struck the nation.
Big winds came a-hummin'. But I just kept on a-strummin'.
Mr. Cheney said, "Hey there, chief. The Big Easy is full of grief."
So I packed my bag and got there four days late. And now I'm stuck with my Katrina-gate.
And now that we've lost a city so dear, I've finally learned that the buck stops here.

http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/05260/573147.stm

[sinkingfeeling]

1. Very clever!

[roseBudd]

2. Great song and an LTTE also...

I rewrote with some help from Bleever Beck's Loser:
(Bleever on vocals and slide guitar)

http://bushcheated04.com/loser.html

and the website

http://bushcheated04.com


In the time of chimpanzees Bush was a monkey,
Butane in Rove’s veins as he ran the junkie.
Newscasters lying while we tube feed the vegetables,
Dog food dinners for the grannies stealin’ Tylenol.
Kill all your brain cells and put it in neutral,
Iraq is flamin’ with the loser and the cruise control.
Babies in Gitmo is how Rummy plays D,
Gamble with democracy, try to kill diplomacy.<P>

Someone came sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a looted treasury and a stain on my country.
Can’t believe what they want us to breathe,
You get a lungful of mercury and a moron in the lead.<P>

So you change some votes with a few keystrokes
Doin’ cages in Florida, and lines in Ohio.<P>

George says he’s emperor
But he’s a cheater baby
He stole the election (fascism meltdown)
George says he’s emperor
But he’s a loser baby
So why not impeach him.

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare,
Playing all the rubes with a phony echo chamber.
One is a weasel as the others sport the flag;
A mother alone gets her son back in a bag (we don't do body counts)

With the rerun wars from Mr. Cocaine nose job,
The devious bullshit of a race war flip flop
A GI hung himself with a guitar string;
A slab of cannon fodder and he’s hanging so he doesn’t sing.<P>

I can’t write if you can’t relate,
Trade the cash for a gay bash for the body for the hate.
And this time it’s a piece of crack
We’ve fallen for the bad times, we’re choking on the nightmares.


George says he’s emperor
But he’s a cheater baby
He stole the election (fascism meltdown)
George says he’s emperor
But he’s a loser baby
So why not impeach him.


“If this were a dictatorship it’d be a heck of a lot easier, just so long as I’m the dictator.”


George says he’s emperor
But he’s a cheater baby
He stole the election. (I can’t believe this)
George says he’s emperor
But he’s a loser baby
So why not impeach him.

George says he’s emperor
We’re all losing baby
So we’ve got to change it (Sprechen sie Deuthsche baby?).
George says he’s emperor
We’re all losing baby
So we’ve got to change it. (Or there’ll be nothin’ to be sayin’).

George says he’s emperor
We’re all losing baby
So we’ve got to change it. (I can’t believe this)
George says he’s emperor
We’re all losing baby
So we’ve got to change it.