Political parodies of a few Christmas tunes ( I couldn't resist : )

Oh come all ye Republicans. Sung to the tune of "Oh come all ye faithfull"



"Oh come all ye Republicans.

Time for your indictment.

Oh Come ye,ohh come ye before the court.


How you have fallen!

Weighted with corruption.

Oh blindly they'll be faithfull!

& call those right wing talk shows!

For a culture of corruption

The Republicans!

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Oh Carl Rove...Sung to the tune of Oh Christmas tree(with applogies to Christmas trees everwhere-even the cheasy fake ones)

Oh Carl Rove!

Atop the stove, do you feel the heat now?

Indictment looms from Fitzgerald.

And soon your judgment day be held.

Oh Carl Rove... Oh Carl Rove...

Your pudgy ass for jail barter!

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Nine one one- Sung to the tune of "Holy Night"



Nine one one, nine one one

The quest for truth,
has begun.

Search for facts on the internet

Video footage you'll never forget

Planned by the P.N.A.C!

Planned by the P. N. A. C.!!!

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Ok, those were shall we say-Quick & fun...Anyone want to give it a try? Post away & have fun!
(ps-For some reason my wife has declined to go caroling with me this year....Now why would that be????)

:evilgrin:

for the apology, and I thank you for the parodies!

Bushy the Strawman
Was a jolly happy soul
With a nasty Ma and a cocaine straw
And a heart made out of coal.

Bushy the Strawman
Is a pResident they say
He was full of blow but the freepers know
How he started war one day.

There must have been some bourbon
In that old Frye boot they found
For then he placed it on his head
And began to dance around!

Bushy the Strawman
Was as dumb as he could be
And the smart folks say he could lie all day
Even worse than Fox TV.

Bushy the Snowman
Knew the polls were lookin' bad
So he said, "Let's spin
Til they're fooled again
And don't no one tell my Dad."

Down to the White House
With a new speech in his hand
Spinning round and round 'til he finally found
He was face down in the sand.

He led them down the rosy path
Straight to the gates of Hell
And he only paused a moment when
He tripped on Rove and fell.

Bushy the Strawman
Had to hurry up his war
But his head of air
Made him not quite care
And besides, his face was sore.

Bumpety bump bump
Bumpety bump bump
Look at Bushy go,
Bumpety bump bump
Bumpety bump bump
Polling a record low.

(Don't know if that makes much sense, but I based it on the original lyrics to "Frosty," here: http://www.christmas-tree.com/stories/frosty.html)

Me Rikey

No fair putting effort into it tho!

(to "Let it Snow")

Oh the war in Iraq's disaster,
But BushCo can't think faster.
And since they are always right,
Let 'em fight, let 'em fight, let 'em fight.