1. Route 66
2. So Happy Together
3. Louie Louie
4. When a Man Loves a Woman
5. My Cherie Amore
6. Surfin' USA
7. Cherish
8. Eight Days A Week
9. Take Me To The River
10. American Pie
11. Both Sides Now
12. When You're a Jet
13. Jet Plane
14. Stairway to Heaven
Copyright Greg Simon.  All rights reserved.  Reprinted by permission on Democracy in Action's P2000. 


        A long long time ago, I can still remember
        How the press corps was afraid to smile
        And I knew if I had my chance
        That I could make Kit and CC dance
        And even Sandra would be happy for awhile
        But February made me shiver
        Until Al was the primary winner
        Bradley left the big race
        Bush-Cheney took his place
        Bush can't remember what he thought
        When he helped Big Oil and gave children naught
        But something gave me this one thought
        When he and Al Gore fought
        Bye Bye Bush Cheney big time
        Dropped your levy for the wealthy
        Till the surplus was dry
        Your tax cut plan
        Is just a poke in the eye
        For working families that just try to get by

        Will you help the rich you love
        And wait for trickles from above
        If the right wing tells you so...
        Now do you believe in the right to choose
        Or will women be the ones who lose
        And can you say Kostunica real slow
        Well I saw the RATS in Alex's ad
        But you never said you found it bad
        You both kissed off the press
        Just who is covering whose ass


        You like to take your press corps in your truck
        But please no pool when you're raising bucks
        But I think you'll be out of luck
        28 days from now
        You'll be singing Bye Bye Dick Cheney we tried
        To beat Al Gore telling stories 'bout his dog on lodine
        Our negative ads left us both high and dry
        Now the nation has said to us both bye bye

        Now for one year you've been on our case
        Traveling around from place to place
        But that's not how it has to be
        When the press corps sang for the VP
        In a tune that came from '63
        And a song that came from yours truly
        And while John King comes travelin' round
        Claire Shipman stole his golden crown
        The press pool all felt burned
        No press calls were returned
        And while Lehane read Begalas' book
        Fabiani changed his looks
        And you all let Bush off the hook
        The day the surplus died

        Bye Bye our big surplus bye bye
        You're too busy or to dizzy to ask Bush Cheney why
        To help the rich but not the working class guy
        Saying maybe they'll get lucky next time


        Helter Skelter all the polls akelter
        The numbers flew down your fallout shelter
        8 points high and fallin fast
        USA landed on the plane
        The pundits all tried to explain
        With Bernie stuck debating in Lehane
        Now the debate prep was sweet relief
        While the Bush team searched for a new fig leaf
        To hide their budget hole
        And to find that mole Karl Rove
        Now it's time to take the field
        And show how Bush's plan would steal The prosperity we all should feel
        The day the surplus died

        Bye Bye medicine drugs bye bye
        Sold our seniors down the river
        So the tax cut can fly
        Those HMO's would soon be doing high-fives
        Saying that little bean counter would be in ---

        And here we all are in one place
        Stuck in a hotel filing space
        With no line left to file the news
        So come on Chip be nimble, John be Quick
        Jim Angle sat on Britt Humes' schtick
        Laura Fox is the Washington Times only friend
        And as I watched the press avail
        I wondered what could be the tale
        No angle that made sense
        Could defend Bush's pretense
        And as the spinster dammed at the debate


        To say of course their guy did great
        I saw glimpse of Bush-Cheney fat
        On November 8th
        They'll be singing
        Bye Bye 1600 bye bye
        All my daddy's rich oil buddies will be wondering why
        They raised so much and still the shrub came up day
        Singing next time I think I'll take a bye

        I met a girl name Karen Hughes
        And asked her from some happy news
        But she just moaned and turned away
        I went down to McKinnon's shop
        Where I heard the buck had finally stopped
        But the girl there said the pants were in the mail
        And in the streets the people streamed from the FL
        Coast to TN No child was forgotten
        No Classrooms were left rotten
        And the two folks with the helping hand Al Gore and Joe Lieberman
        They brought a new hope to the land
        The day that George Bush sighed
        They were singing
        My My looks looks like John Zogby lied
        polled the likelies and the women till they wanted to cry
        These two old boys are eating cream cheese on rye
        Singing this has been the song of our lives

        Performed not quite to the tune of "American Pie" by Don McLean