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Billionaire SongsCD to be released in May!
The Billionaires Are In The House
Billionaires for Bush
Clear Channel / We Rule the Air
Georgie Made The Size Of My Wallet Grow
I'm A Texas Oilman
It's A Jobless Recovery!
Making Medicare Go Bust
Mini Nukes, Bunker Bombs!
Pious Folks Are Plentiful
Public Lands
Race To The Bottom
Voting Machine
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
(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!
Clear the way! Raise a cheer!
Now the Billionaires 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)
(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 is patriotic to the core?
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
(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 software, 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)
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