Parodies for all occasions - Part One

[SalmonChantedEvening]

These were written before I started posting parodies. Please forgive if this the wrong forum, I'm trying to learn this whole journal thingie, and this is the only way I know how to add them to mine.

Your favorite DU technomoron,
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Rummy’s Lyin’ (To the tune of Jamie’s Cryin – Van Halen)


He saw them fall from the skies, on nine eleven
He blamed it on Saddam, We knew the lie was craven
It made us all so mad

Oh Whoa Whoa, Rummy’s Lyin
Oh Whoa Whoa, Rummy’s Lyin

But Rummy clamied that he was right, we should be invading
He’d got rhose WMD’s, OH and ties to Bin Laden

Sent Colin Powell to the UN, yeah yeah
Just to rally all the world behind him
Said he’s planning, planning to hit our shores
These resolutions won’t bind him

(ch)

Now Rummy’s profiteered before, that’s all war is really for
It isn’t his, the bodies and the gore, spilled on these sands

He wouldn’t listen to generals, yeah yeah
Ane misses all the soldier’s funerals
He says it aint, it ain’t the rich who die
It says so in Dubya’s manual

(ch)




Dubya Spoke To (To the tune of Jeremy – Pearl Jam)


That’s him, at the lectern, when will it stop, please make it stop
Spoiled rich man’s son, smirk pointed at me
The class slept, in pools of their drool below

Did he really say decider
Making up new words just isn’t fair
King Dubya the Pickled, slurred his words

(ch)
Dubya spoke to my class today (repeat)

Language was dismember, nukyular OH BOY
What a brainless little fffffffffff
But he was speechafyin, bashed the truth
And put reality to rest, wish I could forget

He did have one surprise left
His jaw was juttin, who let this dope in
Did he just say… hey that ain’t a real word

Did he say he’ll nuke Wisconsin
Oh this boy needs his lobotomy repaired
King Dubya the Pickled, slurred his words

(ch)

Gotta forget this, gotta erase this, logic’s been floored

(repeat ch twice)



Karl Rove (To the tune of Domino – Van Morrison)

Don’t want no discussion
Loyalty’s all the rage
Talk back and you’re busted
To a dark room in a cage
Spread rumors bout ya all around
It’s what he does best
Who cares if it’s true or not
Just as long as it defames the pest

(ch)
Whoa Karl Rove
We all know how long you’ll go
Don’t we though, Lord have mercy, say it again
I said go low-oh Karl Rove
Go low-oh Karl Rove

All must praise the president
Be at he his beckoned call
If you dare to disagree
Into seclusion you will fall
Or to Mr.Cheyney
Wherever in the hell he’s at
And if we never hear from you
That means that you’ll be just like Trent Lott

(ch)

[ayeshahaqqiqa]

1. These are good

but the only tune I knew was the Van Morrison one. I'm sure the others are even better when one knows the tune to go with them.

[Mnemosyne]

2. K and R! n/t