O Aspen Tree

O Aspen tree,
O Aspen tree,
Your roots are all connected.
O Aspen tree,
O Aspen tree,
But your sources aren't protected.
How shall we sell the war to them?
Just send some lies to Judy M.
O Aspen tree,
O Aspen tree,
Your roots are all connected.

 

O Little Town of Washington

O Little Town of Washington,
How still we see thee lie.
The folks below
Don't seem to know
That Fitzmas day is nigh.
The grand jury is weighing
Indictments `gainst these crooks.
Hopefully, we soon will see,
Fitzgerald throw the book!

 

"Plame!" the White House Sources Say

"Plame!" the White House sources say,
"Wilson's wife is CIA!"
"She's the one who booked the trip"
"To debunk the Niger tip."
Slowly now the Aspens turn!
Fitz has energy to burn!
He'll flip the sources from the WHIG,
Turn this into something big!
"Plame!" the White House sources say,
"Wilson's wife is CIA!"

 

Walking in a Beltway Wonderland!

Pundits talk, are you listening?
On Rove's brow, sweat is glistening.
A beautiful sight,
Fitz will indict,
Walking in a beltway wonderland!

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he is Preznit Bush.
We'll call him an indicted co-conspirator,
And then we'll start to kick him in the tush!

Can you tell, we're excited?
Just to see, who's indicted!
Those who have clout,
Will be frog-marched out,
Walking in a beltway wonderland!

 

ARE YOU WRITING THESE, JASON?!?!?!?

 

I haven't come up with my own yet...

 

Ho ho ho

You better watch out
You better not lie
You better not spin
Or testify

Cuz perjury is comin' to town

It sees you when you're lying
It knows when you're a fake
It knows your story's changed five times
Take the Fifth, for goodness sake

Oh, you better not whine
You better not balk
Try to look good
When you do the perp walk

Cuz perjury is comin' to town.
It puts your ass in prison
You won't know how to cope
So please remember just one thing
Try not to drop the soap.

 

hark fitzgerald

(to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"

Hark Fitzgerald
Hanna sings
It's the end of the right wing

(these verses need no changing...)
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies

Watch the cable hosts proclaim
Rove is gone from Washington
Hark Fitzgerald
Hanna Sings
It's the end of the right wing

 

Another Deck the Halls

I'm a neo-con blonde haired bimbo,
La la la la la, la la la la
Close my ears so I can't hear. No!
La la la la la, la la la la

Don we now our striped pajamas
La la la, la la la, la la la

Rove and Cheney and The Hammah
La la la la la, la laaaaa, laaaaa, laaaaaaah!

 

You call yourself a Christian
I think that you're a hypocrite
You say you are a patriot
I think that you're a crock of shit

And listen now, the gasoline
I drink it every day
But it's getting very pricey
And who is going to pay

How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con.... Yeah

It's liberty for all
'Cause democracy's our style
Unless you are against us
Then it's prison without trial

But one thing that is certain
Life is good at Haliburton
If you're really so astute
You should invest at Brown & Root.... Yeah

How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
If you turn out right
I'll eat my hat tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....

It's getting very scary
Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits
There's bombers in my bedroom
Yeah and it's giving me the shits

We must have lots more bases
To protect us from our foes
Who needs these foolish friendships
We're going it alone

How come you're so wrong
My sweet neo con
Where's the money gone
In the Pentagon

Yeah ha ha ha
Yeah, well, well

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Neo con