Jokes are one thing - war-mongering propaganda is another. How about an alternative view?
To the tune of "If you're happy and you know it" If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq. If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq. If the terrorists are frisky, Pakistan is looking shifty, North Korea is too risky, Bomb Iraq. If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq. If we think someone has 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. It's "pre-emptive non-aggression", bomb Iraq. Let's prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq. They've got weapons we can't see, And that's good enough for me 'Cos it's all the proof I need Bomb Iraq. If you never were elected, bomb Iraq. If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq. If you think Saddam's gone mad, With the weapons that he had, (And he tried to kill your dad), Bomb Iraq. If your 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 knows not our borders, bomb Iraq. Disagree? We'll call it treason, Let's make war not love this season, Even if we have no reason, Bomb Iraq. (Dog day afternoon....) I don't particularly want to see this topic go any further (apologies for intruding on music issues) and initially I was for ignoring Zouki's invitation to slaughter. But the subject is much too serious for gung-ho attitudes towards the killing of possibly hundreds of thousands of people so I felt I had to show that the present US administration hasn't the only opinion in town. Gerry McCartney ------------------------------------- Zouki wrote: >From the VRWC "God Bless America" Song Book To the tune of (what else?) "Danny Boy" Words by B. Black (with no help whatever from Pete Seeger or Barbra Streisand) Dedicated to Nelson "Ain't Afraid to Make a Fool of Myself" Mandela (1) Saddam Hussein Your day, your day is coming Have chuckles now For soon you'll be no more You and your clones Are not long for this planet No place to hide When you hear the Tomcats roar You've screwed around Since last time that we kicked your a** You still insist That you've done nothing wrong Your anthrax stores Were just for "peaceful purposes" Or so you've often said As you've strung us fools along (2) The UN team Has visited your palaces And what was there Now is hidden far away You think you're smart But you can't hide from our satellites Our drones keep watching While you eat or sleep or play Soon ugly sons Will lose their torture chambers Your verminous clan Will deny they have your name Once you depart Bound for your hero's paradise To ravish virgins And forget you died in shame (3) The lefty crowd Already has adopted you Their poster boy For whatever's foul and wrong They burn our flag To show how much you mean to them They chant about "Big Oil" And CNN loves the song But change will come And bring a blessd end to you Your pictures vile Your hands with bloody stains Your vaunted Guards Will melt away like desert sand As the people rise in freedom >From your hated chains (4) Then listen well - You'll hear the sound of trouble >From every side Come missiles, men, and tanks And once it starts It goes until we finish So you don't have too much time To say "goodbye and thanks" Your little game Is set for a conclusion We'll find the arms You never did condemn We'll let the people Deal justice of their own to you (Big ending) And treat you in the same way That you treated them! To subscribe/unsubscribe, point your browser to: http://www.tullochgorm.com/lists.html
