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Lyrics Hey there, Georgy Bush, Swinging ’round the country fancy free, Nobody you meet could ever see The cluelessness there -- inside you. Hey there, Georgy Bush, Why do all the issues pass you by? Could it be you don’t care why, Or is it the cash you’ve raised? You’re always taking money, but never taking a stand And when you do, you are just a pan -- dering nitwit. Hey there, Georgy Bush, There’s a spoiled rich kid deep inside. Bring out all the dirt you hide, And oh, what a change there’d be. The world would see The true Georgy Bush. (Instrumental bridge) Hey there, Georgy Bush, Whining ’bout a website parody, What’s the matter, don’t you understand The First Amendment -- well, we do! Hey there, Georgy Bush, Geography is something you don’t know Slovakia’s a place, but no It is not Slovenia. You’re always mispronouncing the names of foreigners, too; The Grecians are saying, "Shame on you -- dumb Texian!" Hey there, Georgy Bush, You won’t contradict the NRA; Massacres must be okay At home, work, and even school, Guns are cool With you, Georgy Bush. (Instrumental bridge) Hey there, Georgy Bush, Dreamin’ of the leader you could be, Here is the reality: You’re nothing without your name. Don’t be so cocky just because you’re ahead at the start; Money can’t buy America’s heart -- just ask Steve Forbes. Hey there, Georgy Bush, There’s a right-wing puppet deep inside. Makes us want to run and hide, And it’s such a shame to see That you could be Our next president. Ad lib and fade: (Hey there, Georgy Bush.) Drop out, Georgy Bush. (Hey there, Georgy Bush.) Go home, Georgy Bush. (Hey there, Georgy Bush.) Give up, Georgy Bush. Band Members
Our Story The week that Weird Al's The Saga Begins video made the Internet rounds, we discussed how lucky Al is to be making money doing something that's just so darn easy. However, one dissenter in this discussion thought that Wierd Al has a unique talent -- that what he does isn't so darn easy after all. That lone dissenter challenged the rest of us to write such a clever parody. Little did he know that one of us, Don Clinchy, would take that challenge to heart. While at home that very next weekend, Clinchy heard The Seekers' Georgy Girl on the radio. A lightbulb and a few hours later, Clinchy had written Georgy Bush. Understandably proud of his work, Clinchy shared his creation with us that next week. Impressed with the clever song, Ryan Hill suggested that we record it. A makeshift band was formed, and we all decided to meet at Jonathan Roe's home studio on Sunday. Roe began work on the drum track at 8:00 in the morning on Sunday, and the rest of us straggled in until 2:00 in the afternoon. We didn't finish recording the last track until 11:00 at night. After an entire day of recording, we were left with 6 tracks that would become Georgy Bush and these pearls of wisdom: it doesn't count unless it's in the bathroom, beware of the spirit of Elmer Fudd possessing your lead vocalist, and Jonathan Roe did, indeed, ruin Christmas. After Sunday, Roe, Clinchy, and Dipu Bhattacharya would spend long lunches perfecting the mix, which is what you can take pleasure in hearing now. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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