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Filled with musical propaganda spanning all issues and genres, The Billionaires Are In The House and Here Come The Billionaires are must-haves for those who have a lot! Whether you blast it from your stretch humvee, bathe your workforce in its mesmerizing tunes, or make love to its rich audio offerings — if you've got a nine-figure salary, this music is for you!
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The Billionaires Are In The House Written and produced by Felonius Ax Buy this CD! From hip-hop to country, techno to folk, this album has it all. Billionaires for Bush has poured its money and musical genius into fourteen hit songs that will crush all forms of independent music and become anthems to generations of corporate elite! |
| Song Titles | MP3s | |
| 1. Billionaires Chorale | listen | |
| 2. Jobless Recovery | listen | lyrics |
| 3. I'm A Texas Oilman | listen | lyrics |
| 4. Georgie Made the Size of My Wallet Grow | listen | lyrics |
| 5. Race to the Bottom | listen | lyrics |
| 6. Voting Machine | listen | lyrics |
| 7. Public Lands / Private Hands | listen | lyrics |
| 8. Billionaires for Bush's War | listen | lyrics |
| 9. Making Medicare Go Bust | listen | lyrics |
| 10. Pious Folks Are Plentiful | listen | lyrics |
| 11. (Clear Channel) We Rule The Air | listen | lyrics |
| 12. Mini-Nukes, Bunker Bombs | listen | lyrics |
| 13. When I Die | listen | lyrics | 14. The Billionaires are In the House | listen | lyrics |
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Here Come The Billionaires Produced by Felonius Ax Buy this CD! Remastered version of Billionaires for Bush & More, our fabulous parody album from the 2000 presidential purchase. Featuring hits like "Maquiladora" and "My DNA", it's got upperclass tunes for every occasion! Listen to the CD promo! |
| Song Titles | MP3s | |
| 1. Billionaires for Bush | listen | lyrics |
| 2. Maquiladora | listen | lyrics |
| 3. Prison Cells | listen | lyrics |
| 4. Piece of the Forest | listen | lyrics |
| 5. Let's Buy Pacifica | listen | lyrics |
| 6. Missile Defense | listen | lyrics |
| 7. The Merger | listen | lyrics |
| 8. We're Enron | listen | lyrics |
| 9. Rest Easy Wealthy Gentlemen | listen | lyrics |
| 10. My DNA | listen | lyrics |
| 11. Toys For The World | listen | lyrics |
| 12. (Hey George, Hey George) Repeal The Tax! | listen | lyrics |
| 13. America, The Bountiful | listen | lyrics | 14. Late-Night In-Your-Face Shameless CD Promo |
Lyrics from The Billionaires Are In The House
The Billionaires Are In The House
It's Fifty Billion here. Me and my boy Felonius Ax are takin' the Lear to G-Dog's crib in Crawford. Dickie and Colin are gonna bring some freaks. We gonna have a blast!
The Billionaires are here. We're men of the hour.
We're sitting pretty chillin' in the halls of power.
We're buyin' access. We're seein' progress,
We're makin' a mess of the political process, oh yes!
Our cheese is buyin' us a whole lot of leverage.
When we arrive, they serve a nice cool beverage.
We're the final word on impending legislation
Please no player hatin,' On the regulatin'
Of our corporations and our industries.
We're the foxes with the platinum set of henhouse keys,
Buyin; billion dollar favors for a couple of Gs.
We got money currencies steady blowin' in the breeze.
Ah-oo
We're just livin' our American Dream
Ah-oo
The CEOs are playin' for the Bush Cheney team.
Ah-oo
My president has you all scared.
The Billionaires are comin' so you better beware!
Step out our stretch Hummers and everybody stares.
Parents, lock up your daughters! Here come the Billionaires!
(The Billionaires Are in the House)
(The Billionaires...) The Billionaires are in the White House!
We're dining on pheasant. We're dining on grouse.
(The Billionaires...) Yeah, the Billionaires are in the house!
Dick Cheney worked for us as Halliburton's chief exec.
Each year we're cuttin' Dick another million dollar check.
These federal contracts just land in our lap.
We keep getting' away with all the craziest crap.
We're rippin' off the Pentagon for soldiers' meals.
We bribed Nigerian officials makin' energy deals.
We overcharged America to sell Iraq Kuwaiti oil.
But Dick sticks up for us. He's very loyal.
Ah-oo
If you want to win the game, you've got to make the rules.
Ah-oo
We stole an election right in front of you fools.
Ah-oo
Justice Scalia, I know you got my back.
Let's forget about Iraq and shoot birds that go quack!
We bought a vice president who totally cares.
Kids, get out the way! Here come the Billionaires!
(The Billionaires Are in the House)
(The Billionaires...) The Billionaires are in the White House!
We'll smack you around like an abusive spouse.
(The Billionaires...) Yeah, the Billionaires are in the house!
We are the kings of Capitol Hill, so just chill.
We had a hand in drafting the energy bill.
Drug Company's pockets must be lined
So Medicare Reform was made with us in mind.
Colin Powell's son gave us the royal jewels
When he relaxed on the media ownership rules.
We say Bush is OUR president, you know we ain't kidding.
He's takin' our money and doin' our bidding.
Ah-oo
Everybody bow to the king.
Ah-oo
When it's over, we'll own everything.
Ah-oo
Our terror-alert system got you all on your knees
While we're pickin' your pockets and snatchin' your cheese.
We got the USA by it's curly short hairs.
So look out below! Here come the Billionaires!
(The Billionaires Are in the House)
(The Billionaires...) The Billionaires are in the White House!
We're sucking your blood like a bloated louse.
(The Billionaires...) Yeah, the Billionaires are in the house!
Enron is in the house! (In the White House)
Halliburton is in the house! (In the White House)
FOX News Corp is in the house! (In the White House)
Bechtel is in the house! (In the White House)
Citigroup is in the house! (In the White House)
Exxon/Mobile is in the house! (In the White House)
Phillip Morris is in the house! (In the White House)
Monsanto is in the house! (In the White House)
This administration's preoccupation
Is directing the nation to wealth consolidation.
All those taxes that you pay, they'll be comin' our way
Upon a platinum tray, so don't play!
No one can stop us. No one dares.
Run for the hills! Here come the Billionaires!
Run for the hills! Here come the Billionaires!
Here come the Billionaires!
Billionaires for Bush's War
(to the tune of "The Caissons Go Rolling Along" by E. Gruber)
We're so rich! Hear us roar!
Billionaires for Bush's War,
Let us sing as we lead the parade!
Though our nation is blue,
We're a bold, resourceful crew.
When there's lemons, we make lemonade!
Sing hey hey hey
We should bomb Iraq today
Like we've done so many times before.
Sing ho ho ho
We can make a lot of dough,
As our country goes marching to war!
There's so much to ignore
Billionaires for Bush's War,
Corporate scandals where shredding is done!
Let the insiders trade.
There are fortunes to be made
While some A-rabs go under the gun!
Sing hey hey hey
We should bomb Iraq today
Like we've done so many times before.
Sing ho ho ho
We can make a lot of dough,
As our country goes marching to war!
Let our bombers all soar,
Billionaires for Bush's War,
Let our missiles all kick up a fuss!
How 'bout copters and tanks?
There's no need to tell us thanks.
You'll be buying your weapons from us!
How 'bout copters and tanks?
There's no need to tell us thanks.
You'll be buying
your weapons
from us!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
(Clear Channel) We Rule The Air
(Sixties R&B)
Who has got more stations than a mangy dog has fleas?
Who controls the market share in most communities?
Who supports the burning of the Dixie Chicks CDs?
Who cuts staff and saves on salaries?
Who's causing all the fuss? Who isn't playing fair?
It's us! (Clear Channel) We rule the air!
A shock-jock bashed our president and who showed him the door?
Who cut local programming and watched our profits soar?
Who has banned the artists who have criticized the war?
Who's consolidating more and more?
Who's causing all the fuss? Of whom should you beware?
It's us! (Clear Channel) We rule the air!
When Michael Powell changed the rules of ownership last year,
The public outcry was so great, the congress cringed in fear.
But George Bush needs our money so we told him what to do,
And he came through! (Oh yes) And he came through!
Who's been backing Georgie since his Texas Ranger days?
Who has called for purging each indecent dirty phrase?
Who approves the playlist of the songs each station plays?
Who's the boss that everyone obeys?
Who's causing all the fuss? Yes, who? Why we declare,
It's us! (Clear Channel) We rule the air!
We rule the air! We rule the air!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Georgie Made The Size Of My Wallet Grow
(to the tune of "Joshua Fit The Battle of Jericho")
Chorus:
Georgie made the size of my wallet grow.
He fed the flow with lots of dough.
Suddenly we're lovin' the status quo,
Now that George Bush runs this town!
He's givin' us a reason to celebrate.
He's fillin' us with pride.
The gulf between the workers and billionaires
has never been so wide!
(Chorus)
Oh Georgie is a champion of policies
That benefit the top one per-cent.
And when it's time for funding the safety net,
Aw, the budget's all been spent!
(Chorus)
We were wealthy in the time of Reagan.
We were wealthy with Georgie's dad.
But save your cheers for the last four years.
They're the best we've ever had!
(Chorus)
He's concentrating all of our money.
And those tax cuts were a plus.
He keeps selling his ass for the upper class.
Yes he's truly one of us!
(Chorus)
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
I'm A Texas Oilman
(Country Western)
Oh I'm a Texas oilman. And that's the thing I understand.
There's oil in Uzbekistan; Turkmenistan as well.
In China there's a big demand. A pipeline through Afghanistan
Will keep it out of Chinese hands, and we'll have more to sell!
The Caspian's a dangerous place, but oil ought not go to waste.
Come build another army base to guard our oil rigs.
We're bound to get a bigger taste with U.S. soldiers all in place.
The terrorists can be erased while we make out like pigs!
If greenhouse gas is warming up the icy arctic chill,
You can thank us when you get your winter heating bill!
And hydrogen and fuel cells are a crazy fantasy.
Cause oil made my Pappy rich. It's good enough for me!
Yeah, Oil made my Pappy rich. It's good enough for me!
Oh I'm a Texas oilman. The war didn't go the way we planned.
But now our troops are in command. We're in a better mood.
So let's start drilling when we can from underneath Iraqi sand.
It's high time now that we began to pump that sweet light crude!
It's all about Geology. A couple wells are just a tease.
It's big reserves that we must seize wherever they are found.
We say we build Democracy, but really build refineries,
And drill for our prosperity from oil in the ground!
The earth just might be warming up from oil that we burn.
But I'm a simple man and that's too difficult to learn.
Forget about renewables like solar energy.
Cause oil made my Pappy rich. It's good enough for me!
Yeah, Oil made my Pappy rich. It's good enough for me!
I know they wish that I'd confess that fossil fuels just make a mess,
And cause that tightness in the chest whenever folks inhale.
But I won't falter in my quest, cause oil is what I know best.
You ought not tamper with success, or else you just might fail.
Some say supplies are limited. We'd better soon adapt.
But I say let's keep pumping it until all wells are tapped.
That's what we're doing in Iraq and in Afghanistan.
We're there to bring a smile to one Texas oilman!
We're there to bring a smile to one Texas oilman!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
It's A Jobless Recovery!
(Grrl Power Pop)
Feel the bright morning light. Oh the night was so long!
Busting unions feels right, so how can it be wrong?
Cutting health benefits, pensions and pay
Is the way to make dividends soar.
A worker who asks for an 8 hour day
Will be tossed on his ass out the door!
It's a jobless recovery. Why pay a salary?
We can outsource all the work that we need!
It's a jobless recovery — working for you and me.
We will grow richer indeed…
With George Bush in the lead,
Our future's guaranteed!
We've got nothing to fear on this glorious day.
Any job that's done here can be done far away!
Downsizing workers just gives me the chills,
And it helps with the old bottom line!
Indian workers with tech support skills
Work for cheap and speak English just fine!
It's a jobless recovery. Why pay a salary?
We can outsource all the work that we need!
It's a jobless recovery — working for you and me.
We will grow richer indeed...
With George Bush in the lead,
Our future's guaranteed!
Reclassify employees and reduce our overhead.
Call them "Independent Contractors" instead!
If fast food workers manufacture burgers, shakes and fries,
Then jobs in manufacturing are on the rise!
Ah...
(It's a jobless recovery!) Working for you and me,
(Jobless recovery!) Bringing prosperity!
(Jobless recovery!) We will grow richer indeed...
The future's guaranteed,
With George Bush in the lead!
With George Bush in the lead!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Making Medicare Go Bust
The whole Drug Industry's cheering now!
Here come some pricey pills!
It puts us all in good humor
When the consumer is footing the bills!
Don't think of buying from Canada
Our we will not play nice.
We wrote the new legislation
Forcing the nation to pay the top price!
Oh grandma, start enrolling!
Grandpa, don't be slow!
Yes you'll get medication
If you join our HMO.
There's no more Medicare!
Oh you'll just have to trust us
While we're making Medicare go bust!
Watch all the companies lining up.
We'll get a chance to see
Which firm has got the endurance
For selling insurance, like AARP!
We've got a medical savings plan.
We've got an HMO.
That's how we're gonna get wealthy
Enrolling the healthy and counting our dough!
Oh grandma, start enrolling!
Etc.
We can't disguise our glee!
We're privatizing Medicare — it's history!
And what will take its place will be
A fine example of truly ample
Opportunity!
Oh there's a hefty deductible
On all the drugs you need.
Yes there's copayments for sure.
We're selling your cure
If you're feeding our greed!
Oh grandma, start enrolling!
Etc.
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
(In the style of "The Underdog Theme")
Boom ba-boom boom boom ba-boom boom.
Military contractors are out to show the world it's fine
To abrogate our treaties and produce a brand new product line of
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
We'll equip you soon if you can pony up the needed cash.
You drop a few of these and turn your foes to subatomic ash with
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
When Daisy Cutters just won't do,
Let Bunker Busting Bombs break through!
So put aside your qualms,
And buy some Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
Boom ba-boom boom boom ba-boom boom.
Military budgets haven't really seemed to keep apace.
We'll maximize our profits when we start a brand new weapons race with
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
When enemies go underground,
No trace of them will e'er be found!
Nor all their dads and moms!
If you drop Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Pious Folks Are Plentiful
(In the style of "Amazing Graze")
Pious folks are plentiful, but Billionaires, not so.
Oh, they've got all the votes you need, and we've got all the dough!
Give Faith-Based Initiatives a place in government,
But cut the income taxes on the topmost one percent.
Call for teaching Abstinence until the wedding day,
But let the timber companies clear-cut the brush away.
Clean up filthy language that they're saying on TV,
But vote that they don't unionize Homeland Security.
Pick the kind of judge who thinks that Roe v. Wade was wrong,
But see that he will rule to keep the corporations strong.
Rail against Gay Marriage. Fight to ban it everywhere.
But work to weaken standards for Clean Water and Clean Air.
Lock away drug users for the tiniest amounts.
But switch Social Security to privatized accounts.
Say that Jesus Christ is your philosopher and guide,
But take a page from Adam Smith; get money on your side.
Pious folks are plentiful, but Billionaires, not so.
Oh, they've got all the votes you need, and we've got all the dough!
Let religious people see the values that you share,
But govern in a way that helps the humble Billionaire!
Oh, govern in a way that helps the humble Billionaire!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Public Lands / Private Lands
(Hard Rock)
Build a road through the ancient forest!
Get all our equipment through!
Clear Cut the ancient forest
Is what we're gonna do!
We see this tree
Not doin' anybody any good.
But if we cut it down,
We get ourselves some wood!
Strip mine an ancient mountain!
It's the cheapest way to go!
Dump the rocks from the ancient mountain
Into the streams below!
We see these hills
Don't benefit a single soul.
But if we dig inside
We get ourselves some coal!
George Bush has got a vision!
George Bush, he understands!
George Bush gave us permission
To mine the public lands!
To mine the public lands!
Drill a hole in the Arctic Refuge!
Drill a hole and make the tundra bleed!
Let the elk in the Arctic Refuge
Find another place to breed!
It's a frozen waste.
There's no money in the icy soil.
But if we drill deep down,
We get ourselves some oil!
George Bush, he puts resources
Into the corporate hands.
Now we can make a fortune
From the Public Lands!
From the Public Lands!
Cause Georgie understands!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Race To The Bottom
(Mariachi)
Come work for me!
Under the hot, hot sun, until the harvest's done
You'll work night and day.
A fake ID
Is what you're gonna need
So you can get your lousy pay!
We're having a race to the bottom.
You'll work for three years from the day that you've come.
Then gracias for all your trabajo.
There's no time to pack, cause we're sending you back
To where you come from!
Here, grab a saw!
You're gonna cut some meat, while standing on your feet
Without any break.
Forget the law!
The less I pay to you,
The more my company can make!
We're having a race to the bottom.
You'll work till you bleed and your fingers are numb.
Then gracias for all your trabajo.
So vacate your shack, cause we're sending you back
To where you come from!
The pay is meager. They don't complain.
In fact they're eager Despite the pain.
And if they're injured, What can they do?
They should not be here. No I won't shed a tear.
So if they're not careful, they're through!
So adios señor mojado!
Cutting expenses is hardly a sin.
We're having a race to the bottom.
We can do more for less. It's the key to success.
And we know that we're going to win!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Voting Machine
(Techno)
Just a push of a button,
Just a touch of a screen,
Welcome to the future!
Come try our voting machine!
(Electronic) voting machine.
We're gonna deliver Ohio for George Bush. We're gonna
Deliver Ohio for George Bush. Were
Gonne deliver Ohio for George Bush. We're gonna
Deliver Ohio for...
There are no messy ballots,
So the whole thing seems clean.
We're rigging the election
With our new voting machine!
(Electronic) voting machine.
We wrote the softwear, tightened the bolts,
Built these machines so we can generate results!
The whole thing's flawless. It's guaranteed,
Once we are certain of the outcome that we need!
No hanging chads now. No pins to push.
Just touch a screen and cast another vote for Georgie Bush!
We're electing Georgie Bushie cause our lives are soft and cushy!
We're electing Georgie Bushie! Wait your turn now! Don't be pushy!
We're electing Georgie Bushie cause our lives are soft and cushy!
We're electing Georgie Bushie! Yeah, we're gonna save his tushy!
You can call for a recount
But it's going to fail.
You can't recount the ballots
Without a paper trail!
Without a paper trail!
We're gonna deliver the votes for George Bush. We're gonna
Deliver the votes for George Bush. We're
Gonna deliver the votes for George Bush. We're gonna
Deliver the votes...
We are gaming the system.
We're the ones who select.
We can steal the next election
And you will never suspect!
No you will never suspect!
No you will never suspect!
We're gonna deliver Ohio for George Bush
We're electing Georgie Bushie cause our lives are soft and cushy!
(etc.)
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
When I Die
When I die, my inheritance is sacred.
You know George Bush, he done saved it from the government's hands.
The upper class relaxes when the poor pay all the taxes.
And we finally got a president who really understands,
Yes we finally got a president who really understands.
I cashed out all my stock options on a very hot insider tip.
I made myself a tidy sum while regular investors took a major dip.
The regulators let us go, and it don't make the paper when the news is slow.
So when I die, I'm leaving it to Muffy, Chad and Chip.
All aboard on that gravy train to glory
Yes, the Good Lord's gonna store me in his vault in the sky.
Oh I can rest securely 'cause George Bush is working for me
knowing I can leave my fortune to my children when I die!
Why should it have to be the fate of those who have a huge estate
To share the goodies on our plate when lo, our time is nigh?
The wealthy view taxation as a cruel discrimination.
Oh, my estate is waiting for my children when I die!
My great-granddaddy was a plutocrat, He had a pair of very lucky hands.
He made his fortune in silver mines that got dug on public lands.
He paid the miners next to squat.
When they tried to form a union, he would have them shot.
He was rich as Croesus when he went to Jesus
And he left us quite a lot!
When I die, let there be no lamentation.
Just a glorious celebration when my will's being read.
I robbed the public fair and square, but they ain't gonna get their share.
My heirs are gonna keep it now that their old man is dead!
The president's been good to me, he's fattened up my legacy.
It's going to my family, the whole damn pizza pie!
They sure are gonna cheer it when the tax man can't come near it.
Yes, I can leave my fortune to my children when I die.
All aboard on that gravy train to glory
Yes, the Good Lord's gonna store me in his vault in the sky.
Oh I can rest securely 'cause George Bush is working for me
knowing I can leave my fortune to my children when I die!
Yes, I can leave my fortune to my children when I die!
When I die! When I die! When I die!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Lyrics from Here Come The Billionaires
America, The Bountiful
(to the tune of "America, The Beautiful" by Katherine Lee Bates & Samuel A. Ward)
The farmer in Benares loves his Roundup Ready wheat,
There's Golden Arches in Madrid on almost every street.
America, America, behold thy outstretched hand,
Conveying thy sweet harvest unto every other land.
They're drinking Coca Cola in Havana's hippest clubs,
The Saudi's have a Navy and they're buying Trident Subs.
America, America, thy riches overflow,
There's Starbucks now and Jamba Juice in every place I go!
The Colonel's secret recipe is selling in Japan
And all the boys in Moscow want to be the Marleboro Man.
America, America, thy banner is unfurled,
Exporting thy great bounty to the whole entire world!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Billionaires for Bush
(to the tune of "The Caissons Go Rolling Along" by E. Gruber)
We're so rich that it's zany
Billionaires for Bush and Cheney.
We can give you the stars and the moon.
When we pay campaign debts
It's a way to hedge our bets
That the winner will dance to our tune,
Sing hey hey hey
Buy a candidate today
And he'll become your buddy
through and through.
Sing ho ho ho
If he's desperate for your dough,
He will do what you tell him to do!
We've got life by the tush,
We're the Billionaires for Bush,
We're determined to keep it that way.
Though there's money to burn
We expect things in return
And we get what we want when we pay!
Sing hey hey hey
Buy a candidate today
And he'll become your buddy
through and through.
Sing ho ho ho
If he's desperate for your dough,
He will do what you tell him to do!
We will sing! We will cheer!
Billionaires for Bush are here!
Politicians start making a fuss.
Let them bow, let them scrape,
Let them peel us all a grape
The election is paid for by us!
Let them bow, let them scrape,
Let them peel us all a grape
The election
is paid for
by us!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
(Hey George, Hey George) Repeal The Tax!
(to the tune of "My Boyfriend's Back" by Bob Feldman, Gerald Goldstein & Richard Gotterher)
(spoken)
We gave millions to make you president.
Here's a chance to pay us back!
(sung)
The Inheritance Tax makes my fortune feel all funny.
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
We gotta let it lapse so my kids can have more money.
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
When we get more cash, we get a feeling of elation.
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
You can tell the press it's for budget stimulation.
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
Yeah, the time could not be riper.
George, it's time to pay the piper.
You ran for office. We wrote big checks. (Oh yeah, Oh wow)
Now you can thank us. Show some respect (Wa oo)
Do it now!
The Inheritance Tax - what an ugly institution!
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
When you give it back we'll make another contribution.
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
No, poor people do not matter
If we're hopin' to get fatter.
(sax solo)
(Oh yeah, Oh wow)
(Wa oo)
Do it now!
The Inheritance Tax makes me want to feel forever!
(Hey George, hey George, repeal the tax)
Hey, repeal the tax (Georgie boy)
Hey, repeal the tax (Georgie boy)
Hey, repeal the tax!(Don't make us share our money)
Hey, repeal the tax!(Or we'll do something funny!)
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Let's Buy Pacifica
(to the tune of "God Bless America" by Irving Berlin)
Let's buy Pacifica
It wont' be hard
We'll possess her and bless her
When the Left starts to let down its guard.
Any mention of dissention,
We will crush it like a bug!
Let's buy Pacifica and pull the plug...
Let's buy Pacifica and pull the plug!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Maquiladora
(to the tune of "Macarena" by Romero Monge Antonia & Ruiz Rafael)
We were so happy when they passed NAFTA
We moved all our factories just across the borda
We used to pay good wages, now we don't have ta
Maquiladora!
We'll pay you fifty dollars for a hundred hour week
We'll bribe the inspectors so they can ignore ya
You can't use the toilet and you're not allowed to speak
Maquiladora!
The taxes in the States were sort of steep
The worker safety laws can really bore ya
Now we're turning out our products on the cheap
at the Maquiladora!
Right, Left, Stop, Freeze, Frisk, Frisk, Cuff, Cuff,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Greedy, Greedy, Greedy, Greedy!
Right, Left, Stop, Freeze, Frisk, Frisk, Cuff, Cuff,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Greedy, Greedy, Greedy, Greedy!
Why should we care what our workers are feeling?
Why should we care if we're polluting the water?
Coming down south has sent our profits through the ceiling
Maquiladora!
Maquiladora!
Maquiladora!
Lyrics by Felnonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
The Merger
(to the tune of "The Brady Bunch" by Frank De Vol)
Here's the story of a corporation
That had newspapers in every place you go
It also owned a couple cable stations,
A movie studio.
And there was another corporation
That controlled all access to the internet.
One day these corporate giants
formed a merger,
Got even bigger yet!
Now behold, they're AOL/Time Warner
Broadcasting all the news upon the hour
Sending all your private correspondence,
Witness all their monumental power.
They're everywhere
That's on the air,
And the F.T.C. just doesn't seem to care.
They're everywhere
That's on the air,
And the F.T.C. just doesn't seem to care.
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Missile Defense
(to the tune of "Joshua Fit The Battle Of Jericho")
(Chorus)
We're gonna need a national missile defense,
missile defense, missile defense,
We're gonna need a national missile defense
to protect our sacred soil.
The Commies up in North Korea
Think we'll let their missiles pass,
Just wait till they are feeling our laser beams
as we fry some foreign ass!
(Chorus)
Don't worry 'bout the ABM Treaty.
Don't worry what the Russians will say.
'Cause when we have control of outer space,
we can blow them all away!
(Chorus)
We can bellow in the boardrooms at Boeing
We can holler in the hallways at Hughes
If we get a big taste of that contract,
We can take a nice long cruise!
(Chorus)
You hear that all the tests have been failures
You fear that our system won't fire.
It never was designed to defend our skies
but to send stock prices higher!
(Chorus)
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
My DNA
(to the tune of "Y.M.C.A." by Belolo Henri, Morali Jacques & Willis Victor Edward)
Young man, come and choose a career.
I said young man, why there's nothing to fear.
I said young man, you can come study here
in the finest laboratory.
Genomes - we are mapping them now.
We do farming - look, we just cloned a cow.
We keep secrets - and we won't tell you how
all our work is bought and paid for.
(Chorus)
I've got the patent so it's my DNA
If they've got money, they can buy DNA
Since we're footing the bill, we can keep what we kill
Cause that's the American Way!
I own your research so it's my DNA
If you don't like it, you've got nothing to say.
We're enriching ourselves while we're stocking your shelves.
Cause that's the American Way!
Research - Look, a rabbit with wings!
We do research - and a lemon that sings!
So much research - There are so many things
we can modify in nature.
Markets - what it's really about,
Our investors - why we're rushing things out
To the public - whom we cannot let doubt
that our goods are good for them.
(Chorus)
My DNA...
My DNA...
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Piece of the Forest
(to the tune of "Piece of My Heart" by Bert Berns & Jerry Ragovy)
Scientists say our climate's in a warming trend,
And if we keep cutting down the forests,
we will meet our end.
We should do business in an eco-friendly way,
But that would cost too much, so all I've got to say is
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
(Chorus)
Slash it! Slash another little piece of the forest, baby!
Burn it! Burn another little piece of Brazil, it feels so good!
Cut it! Cut another little piece of the forest down, baby!
No need to worry, cause there's plenty more wood!
Scientists say the polar caps are melting at a rapid pace,
And rising ocean levels
soon could harm the human race.
But they have got no proof their theories are correct
Our corporations don't get enough respect, so
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
(Chorus)
Prison Cells
(to the tune of "Jingle Bells" by J. Pierpont)
It's just a traffic stop - for D.W.B.
Then the cop plants drugs on you and busts you, one-two-three.
Or you could get popped - and if it's your third strike,
You'll get life in prison just for jacking someone's bike! Oh...
(Chorus)
Prison cells, prison cells - don't you break the rules.
We spend more on prison cells than we spend on our schools!
Prison cells, prison cells - You'll be doing time.
We'll lock you up for forty years and say we're tough on crime!
Here comes the D.A. Watch him rig the game.
He'll suppress the evidence that just might clear your name.
You could still appeal, but you're bound to fail.
Your court-appointed lawyer couldn't get Jesus out of jail! Oh...
(Chorus)
You'll be building toys. You'll be booking flights.
We'll force you to work so just forget about your rights.
We don't pay you much. You can't unionize.
Prison labor really makes our profit margin rise! Oh...
(Chorus)
We don't add no frills, nor rehabilitate.
We privatize the prisons and we get rich from the state.
If our venture fails, and if our stock should tank,
We'll let the public bail us out and laugh it to the bank! Oh...
(Chorus)
Lyrics by Felnonius A
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Rest Easy Wealthy Gentlemen
(to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" by English Christmas Carol)
Rest easy, wealthy gentlemen,
Let nothing make us sigh.
We give our workers little crumbs
So we can keep the pie.
We pay off politicians
So they bear our needs in mind
And they line up to kiss our fat behind.
If they're inclined,
They line up to kiss our fat behind!
Don't worry, wealthy gentlemen,
Let nothing make us twitch.
This new global economy's
Designed to keep us rich.
We write the laws in many lands -
Let all their leaders come
To bend down and kiss us on the bum.
There's a good chum.
Just bend down and kiss us on the bum!
There's a good chum.
Just bend down and kiss us on the bum!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
Toys For The World
(to the tune of "Joy To The World" by George F. Handel)
Toys for the world are made by kids
And not by elves at all!
We work them night and day
For very little pay.
And little tiny hands
Make all your fav'rite brands
That fill up the shelves in every shopping mall.
Toys for the world that Santa brings
So your sweet kids can play...
What's underneath your tree
Is our economy.
And all those girls and boys
Who make you're children's toys
Are not getting squat from us on Christmas Day!
They're not getting squat from us on Christmas Day!
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
We're Enron
(to the tune of "Mandy" by Scott David English & Richard Buchanan Kerr)
We used to pump the natural gas.
Then we started kicking ass.
They states made us roar - They deregulated.
So we devoured more Our stock was inflated.
Then we started losing dough.
But no one was supposed to know.
How we cooked the books! And nobody caught it
When our accounting crooks, were shredding the audit.
We're Enron
When Dick Cheney needs power solutions
We are there to discuss.
Yeah Enron
We gave Bush lots of big contributions
He's been working for us!
Oh Enron.
Just before our stock did tank,
We sold and took it to the bank.
The workers still got screwed It was our intention
To bilk the working dude Right out of his pension!
We're Enron
When Dick Cheney needs power solutions
We are there to discuss.
Yeah Enron
We gave Bush lots of big contributions
He's been working for us!
Oh Enron.
(Sing chorus one last time a whole step higher!)
Lyrics by Felonius Ax
(aka Clifford J. Tasner)
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