Help me come up with the "Rove verse" of this song...

Sung to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby." Please help me come up with the "Rove verse."


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?

Very funny stuff.

"Poor Condolleeza, buys all her clothes from the
wardrobe from Babylon 5.
She still alive?" :rofl:

"Waits at the window, downloading all of your files
in one giant torrent
"Who needs a warrant?"" :rofl:

Then there's Turd Blossom,
Stealing elections
and calling it Art
Right from the start
There's Right and Religion
Taking it all, now
And leaving us none
Wasn't that fun?


I think I missed the metre. I can barely remember how the song goes.

First line is five syllables, second line is fine (stealing elections)

Then there's Turd Blossom,
Stealing elections
and calling it Art
Right from the start
There's Right and Religion
Taking it all, now
And leaving us none
Wasn't that fun?

Rovee the Pigman,is leaving the ship
before he really must testify.
I hope he dies.
...

Well I tried.:)

Karl Rove is going, new seeds to be sewing
and done without fear.....of prosecution
look at him grinning, lies that he's spinning while keeping all the balls in the air....
what does he care?

Then there's the Rover-
blossom of Turd, what a nerd
all he does is spin lies....out of our eyes

oh, what a weasel -
scum of the earth, busy rigging
elections, oh my - just makes me cry....

(back to the chorus)...

the pulling of strings,
vast pain he brings.
Watch Karl Rove slink out the door
at the back of the house
he's now known as Louse.

All the crooked players, where do they all come from?
All the wicked bushies, where do they all belong?

- great lyrics you put together!

Rove the Turd Blossom,
Emceeing all as the R-party falls from it's high
Their end is neigh
Now he is running,
Running as fast as his fat ass will bear
Who will he scare now?
All the fat white faces, where do they all come from?
All the fat white faces, where will they all retire?

But if I posted it here I would be flamed,tarred,feathered and banned from DU-town!

Let's just say that it involves Sally Field and butter.:)

Rove's resignation leaves Dubya brainless
and spineless to boot
One empty poop shoot
Wasn't the scarecrow also a straw man?
He wonders alone, insecure
Thought o' da jure

All corrupt advisers, where do they all come from?
Dracula's incisors, where do they all belong?

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

ok, ok:

Karl Rove is caging, purging the rolls
of the people who won't help him win
Look at their skin

Look at the voters, waiting for ballots
They know people fought for before
Not anymore.

Karl is so clever, never lets anyone
come between him and his boy
(George is his toy)

Even on tv, karl's in a box that is taped
to the Head Ape-ster's back
(the deck is stacked)

Such a loyal Bushie, how does he
pull it off?
Kisses George's tushie, and doesn't
even cough!

(Sung to the tune of "Eleanor Rigby")

Elizabeth Harris
Picks up the chads from a card
and glues them back in
"Now Bush can win."

Poor Schwarzenegger
Long-ago photos are published
that show Arnie's wang
It's no big thang

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?

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 great on the 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 you see Rove?
Bohemian Grove

All corrupt advisers, where do they all come from?
Dracula's incisors, where do they all belong?

(...undoubtedly to be expanded further, as the indictments roll in)