A song in honor of Berto

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(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

[AX10]

1. K & R!

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2. Thanks