For the 60th anniversary of the Stalingrad Battle (to the tune of Beatles' Sgt. Pepper). It was sixty years ago today, Joe and Adolf had a game to play. When they died the game went out of style, But it only lasted for a while, So may I introduce to you, The greatest and the only true George and Saddam bloody slaughter game! We'll play Saddam and Dubya slaughter game, We hope you will enjoy the show, George and Saddam bloody slaughter game, Your heart will thump, you'll feel alive, And your adrenaline will flow. George and Saddam bloody, George and Saddam bloody, George and Saddam high tech slaughter game! It's wonderful to be here, It's certainly a thrill, You are such lovely boys and girls, We'd love to take you to 'boot camp We'll teach you how to run and crawl, To climb a rope, to drive a tank, To fly a plane, to drop a bomb, To shoot a gun, to slice and stab, We'll show you how to kill! George and Saddam bloody, George and Saddam bloody, George and Saddam high tech slaughter game! I don't really wanna stop the show, But I thought you might like to know That George Dubya gonna make a speech It's democracy that he will preach. So let me introduce to you Brilliant and very kind Don Rumsfeld wo's the mastermind Of George and Saddam bloody slaughter game! 4/4/2003 With a little help from my friends What would you think if a bomb went astray And your parents and your wife got killed? What would you do if your child burned alive, Even if she''s not your only kid? Oh, I''d sit and cry with a little help from my friends, I would get by with a little help from my friends, Or maybe I''d die with a little help from my friends. What do you do when your family is dead, Does it worry you to be alone? When you look at the sky that''s half-black and half-red, Are you sad because you''re on your own? No, I get by with a little help from my friends, I sit and cry with a little help from my friends, Maybe I''ll die with a little help from my friends. Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love. Could it be anybody? I just need someone to love. Would you believe people get blown apart? Yes I''m certain that it happens all the time. What do you drink when there''s no water or light? I can''t tell you, but I know it''s mine. I''ll get by with a little help from my friends, I''ll sit and cry with a little help from my friends, Maybe I''ll die with a little help from my friends. Do you need anybody? I just need someone to love. Can it be anybody? I need somebody to love. What do you do when you''re crushed by the rubble And you can not either stand or sit? What do you do when you look at your legs And you notice that there are no feet? Oh, I''ll get by with a little help from my friends, I will cry with a little help from my friends, Maybe I''ll die with a little help from my friends, With a little help from my friends, With a little help from my friends... 4/5/2003 Lucy in the sky with smart bombs Picture yourself in a great ancient city With boulevard streets under fireworks skies. Suddenly you feel somebody is watching... A soldier with night vision eyes... Explosive flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head. Bullets fly by, you are hit in the hand, And it's gone! Planes are in the sky with smart bombs, Planes are in the sky with smart bombs, Planes are in the sky with smart bombs! Stumble along to a bridge by a fountain Where body parts are scattered, Where men drop like flies. Children are screaming as you drift under fireballs That rise so incredibly high. People in humvees appear on the shore, Waiting to take you away, They put a sack over your head, tie you up And you're gone! Planes are in the sky with smart bombs, Planes are in the sky with smart bombs, Planes are in the sky with smart bombs! Picture yourself in a surgical unit With Plasticine nurses, where everyone cries. Suddenly there is someone who is watching, A soldier with night vision eyes. Planes are in the sky with smart bombs, Planes are in the sky with smart bombs, Planes are in the sky with smart bombs! 4/8/2003 When we're done with war When our troops are out of Iraq, Many months from now, Will it be more fighting or will it be peace? We don`t know, we`re simply amiss. When we decide we want to go home, Will they still be sore? Will Arabs hate us, will they berate us, When we quit this war. We`ll be wiser then, We will work to rebuild Iraq With the help from UN. We can be handy buying some oil, When Saddam is gone, We''ll speed up economy without a doubt With our dollars flowing in and out. Building a highway, mending a bridge, Who can ask for more? Will Germans hate us, will they berate us, When we`re done with war. What will happen in ten years or so We can not tell you, it is not too clear. We shall scrimp and save, Baby boomers over the hill, Situation is grave. Send us an e-mail, drop us a line Stating a point of view. Indicate precisely what you have in mind, We`re in trouble, we`re in a bind. Will they boycott our products abroad? We can take no more! Will they still hate us, will they berate us, When we`re done with war. 4/12/2003 She's Leaving Home Friday morning at 5 o'clock as the day begins, Silently closing the bedroom door, Leaving the note that the news would say more, She picks up and wraps the explosives tightly around her waist Covering them with a pillow and dress, Rushing outside in a haste. She (We wanted to liberate her) is leaving (Sacrificed lives in this war) home (To force democracy into her life). She's leaving home after living alone For so many years. Bye, bye Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown Picks up the letter that's lying there Standing alone as she pulls on her hair She breaks down and cries to her husband: "Daddy, our baby's gone! Why would she act out so thoughtlessly, How could she do such a thing?" She (We never thought for ourselves) is leaving (We without using our brains) this world (did what our government told us to do) She's leaving this world after living alone For so many years. Bye, bye Friday moning at 8 o'clock she's not far away, Waiting to keep the appointment she made, Meeting a man from the Martyrs Brigade She (What did we do that was wrong?) will soon be (We didn't know it was wrong) dead. She'll blow herself up to fight the crusade, To quench the rage that was burning inside For so many years. Bye, bye She's leaving this world, bye bye. 5/4/2003