The old Christmas songs are the best

So here is one from four years ago:

God rest you smug white gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Little W
Prevailed election day
To save you all from coastal scum
Who’d take your guns away
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys
Good ole boys
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys

From George his president father
A blessing early came
And unto certain precincts
Brought tidings of the same
How that in Florida was born
The son of Bush by name
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys
Make a loud noise
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys

“Fear not, men,” said the brother
Let nothing you affright
This day we made a President
To aid the Christian right
And screw all those who trust in him
Because they’re not too bright”
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys
All of us goys
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys

Now to the Court sing praises
All you within our reach
By purging rolls and closing polls
And shutting down Palm Beach
We stole the votes in Florida from
Blacks and Jews, so teach
Of tidings of cheer to good ole boys
Screw David Boies
O tidings of cheer to good ole boys

And one from Christmas of 2002:

We three kings right-oriented are
Bearing bombs we traverse afar
Field and fountain, cave and mountain
Following W's star

O, star of blunder, star of blight
Star with oil booty bright
Wayward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the farthest right

Made a king through Florida's pain
Cash we bring to crown him again
BFEE forever, ceasing never
Over us all to reign

O, star of blunder, start of blight
Star with oil booty bright
Wayward leading, still proceeding
Guide us toward our absolute might

General Frank's sense is offered as right
Incensed are those who've seen the light
Prayer and praising, rich white men raising
Glasses to Bush each night

O, star of blunder, star of blight
Star with oil booty bright
Wayward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the bombing site

Murder is ours, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying
Sealed in the White House tomb

O, star of blunder, star of blight
Star with oil booty bright
Wayward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to international plight

Glorious now behold his lies
Scores of Americans sacrificed
Enron sings "Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah" Halliburton replies

O, star of blunder, star of blight
Star of oil booty bright
Wayward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to the farthest right