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Jan. 29th, 2006 04:18 pmAnother forwarded email from my mommy.
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLICANS
Mine eyes have seen the bungling of that stumbling moron Bush;
He has blathered all the drivel that the neo-cons can push;
He has lost the sight of reason 'cause his head is up his tush;
The Doofus marches on!
I have heard him butcher syntax like a kindergarten fool;
There is warranted suspicion that he never went to school;
Should we fault him for their policies--or is he just a tool?
The lies keep piling on.
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya'!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
His wreckage will live on.
I have seen him cut the taxes of the billionaire's lone heir;
As he spends another zillion on an aircraft carrier
Let the smoke stacks keep polluting, do we really need clean air?
The surplus is now gone.
Glory ! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Your safety net is gone.
Now he's got a mighty hankerin' to bomb a prostrate state;
Though the whole world knows it's crazy, and the U.N. says to wait;
When he doesn't have the evidence, "We must prevaricate."
Diplomacy is done!
Oh, a trumped up war is excellent; we have no moral bounds;
Should the reasons be disputed, we'll just make up other grounds;
Enraging several billions-to his brainlessness redounds;
The Doofus marches on!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
THIS...DOO...FUS...MAR... CHES...ON!!!!!!
BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLICANS
Mine eyes have seen the bungling of that stumbling moron Bush;
He has blathered all the drivel that the neo-cons can push;
He has lost the sight of reason 'cause his head is up his tush;
The Doofus marches on!
I have heard him butcher syntax like a kindergarten fool;
There is warranted suspicion that he never went to school;
Should we fault him for their policies--or is he just a tool?
The lies keep piling on.
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya'!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
His wreckage will live on.
I have seen him cut the taxes of the billionaire's lone heir;
As he spends another zillion on an aircraft carrier
Let the smoke stacks keep polluting, do we really need clean air?
The surplus is now gone.
Glory ! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Your safety net is gone.
Now he's got a mighty hankerin' to bomb a prostrate state;
Though the whole world knows it's crazy, and the U.N. says to wait;
When he doesn't have the evidence, "We must prevaricate."
Diplomacy is done!
Oh, a trumped up war is excellent; we have no moral bounds;
Should the reasons be disputed, we'll just make up other grounds;
Enraging several billions-to his brainlessness redounds;
The Doofus marches on!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
Glory! Glory! How he'll screw Ya!
THIS...DOO...FUS...MAR... CHES...ON!!!!!!