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song for the Radical Cheerleaders

Here's a poem that was in David Hinckley's column in the Daily News 1/22/03. It's sung to the tune of, "If You're Happy & You Know It, Clap Your Hands":
If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.

Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections;
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq
another version ... 24.Jan.2003 16:48

fishbait

If You're Happy And You Know It Bomb Iraq
by John Robbins

If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi,
And your alibi is shoddy,
And your tastes remain quite gaudy,
Bomb Iraq.

If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
If you think that SUVs,
Are the best thing since sliced cheese,
And your father you must please,
Bomb Iraq.

If the globe is quickly warming, bomb Iraq.
If the poor will soon be storming, bomb Iraq.
We assert that might makes right,
Burning oil is a delight,
For the empire we will fight,
Bomb Iraq.

If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq.
If we think that someone's dissed us, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections,
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.

If corporate fraud is growin', bomb Iraq.
If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq.
If your politics are sleazy,
And hiding that ain't easy,
And your manhood's getting queasy,
Bomb Iraq.

Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq.
For our might now knows no borders, bomb Iraq.
Disagree? We'll call it treason,
It's the make war not love season,
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.

Sing along with the GOP 25.Jan.2003 16:10

Protest song writer

Here's another protest song about the gang in Washington DC.

You wake up every morning from the corporation calling,
saying we got this bill that needs pushing.
It will make business pay less then the working middle class,
then we'll give your campaign account a cushion.

And if your Limos' on time, you start to brownnose by nine,
and ignore the voters that got you your seat.
It's that special interest money that your spending while you're running,
It sends the democratic process a defeat.

It shows you're selling out to business, every day.
Selling out to business, every way.
Selling out to business, all the time.
Selling out to business, across the line.
SELL OUT

The corporation's wishing they'll buy all the politicians,
and bribe them into being flunkies.
They've already got it going, as their voting records' showing,
turning them into trained monkies.

People see you sell them out, some protest and scream and shout,
but you tell them that you run things this way.
And the voters you avoid, after they get you employed,
It makes my faith in you drop and decay.

I think you're selling out to business, every day.
Selling out to business, every way.
Selling out to business, all the time.
Selling out to business, across the line.
SELL OUT

You wake up every morning from the corporation calling,
saying we got this bill that needs pushing.
It will make business pay less then the working middle class,
then we'll give your campaign account a cushion.

And if your Limos' on time, you start to brownnose by nine,
and ignore the voters that got you your seat.
It's that special interest money that your spending while you're running,
It sends the democratic process a defeat.

It shows you're selling out to business, every day.
Selling out to business, every way.
Selling out to business, all the time.
Selling out to business, across the line.
SELL OUT