Chants and Banners from the Biggest Rally in British History

NO WAR ON IRAQ: 15 February 2003

(To tune of 'If you're happy and you know it')
If you think that Blair's a poodle, say 'woof, woof'
If you think that Blair's a poodle, say 'woof, woof'
If you think that Blair's a poddle,
Really is a poddle,
If you think that Blair's a poodle, say 'woof, woof'.

If George Bush is a cowboy, say 'Ye-hah!'
If you think this war's for oil, say 'No war'.

(To tune of Bob the Builder)
Blair the bomber, can we stop him?
Blair the bomber, yes we can!

Say Hey (hey), say ho (ho), Bush and Blair have got to go!
(or 'They say war and we say no!')

George Bush, we know you
Daddy was a killer too! (went down a storm with middle england, that one...)

They say warfare, we say welfare
They say warfare, we say welfare
Warfare - welfare
Warfare - welfare
War - war - warfare
Wel - wel - welfare!

They say start a war
We say feed the poor
They say start a war
We say feed the poor
Start a war - feed the poor
Start a war - feed the poor
They say start a war
We say feed the poor

Tony Blair's a tory,
he wears a tory's hat,
and when he see's George Bush's arse,
he says 'right, I'm kissing that!'
(went down v badly, possibly since the people we were marching next to were tories...).

(And along similar lines)
George Bush is a terrorist
He wears a terrorist's hat
And when he sees some oil
He says "I'm having that"
Blair is a poodle
He wears a poodle's hat
And when he hears George Dubya
He says "I'm doing that"
Sharon is a fascist
He wears a fascist's hat
And when he sees some land
He says "I'm taking that"

1, 2, 3, 4, We Don't Want Your Bloody War!
5, 6, 7, 8, Stop the killing, stop the hate!

Bush, Blair, CIA,
How Many Kids have you killed today?
(or UK, USA)

Exxon, Esso, BP, Shell,
Take Your War and go to Hell!

The Saddam Hussein Song, or:The Runaway Puppet by Rip Bulkeley
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(tune: The Runaway Train)
Now Saddam Hussein was once our man -- But he grew, and he grew -- Yes,
Saddam Hussein was once our man -- but he grew. Oh, Saddam Hussein was
once our man, And we paid him well to fight Iran. But he grew, grew, grew,
grew, grew!

Well, Saddam Hussein ran short of arms -- As he grew, and he grew -- Yes,
Saddam Hussein ran short of arms -- as he grew. Oh Saddam Hussein ran
short of arms, So we sold him guns and we sold him bombs. And he grew,
grew, grew, grew, grew!

When Saddam Hussein went slaught'ring Kurds -- As he grew, and he grew --
Oh Saddam Hussein went slaught'ring Kurds -- as he grew. When Saddam
Hussein went slaught'ring Kurds Our heads of state were unperturbed. But
he grew, grew, grew, grew, grew!

Then Saddam Hussein attacked Kuwait -- As he grew, and he grew -- Oh
Saddam Hussein attacked Kuwait -- as he grew; Yes, Saddam Hussein attacked
Kuwait, But we let him remain in power and state. And he grew, grew, grew,
grew, grew!

Now Saddam Hussein still holds Iraq -- 'Cos he grew, and he grew Now
Saddam Hussein still holds Iraq -- 'cos he grew; Yes, Saddam Hussein still
holds Iraq, So our rulers will steal those oilfields back, 'Cos he grew,
grew, grew, grew, grew!

BOMB IRAQ
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(Not a good one for protest, since it sounds like you want to bomb Iraq,
sung to the tune of 'If you're happy and you know it clap your hands')

If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are frisky,
Pakistan is looking shifty,
North Korea is too risky,
Bomb Iraq.

If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq.
If we think someone has dissed us, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections,
Let's look tough for the elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.

It's "pre-emptive non-aggression", bomb Iraq.
Let's prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq.
They've got weapons we can't see,
And that's good enough for me
'Cos it'all the proof I need
Bomb Iraq.

If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
If you think Saddam's gone mad,
With the weapons that he had,
And he tried to kill your dad,
Bomb Iraq.

If your corporate fraud is growin, bomb Iraq.
If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq.
If your politics are sleazy,
And hiding that ain't easy,

And your manhood's getting queasy,
Bomb Iraq.

Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq.
For our might knows not our borders, bomb Iraq.
Disagree? We'll call it treason,
Let's make war not love this season,
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.

(There are also extra verses below)

You know youve got God on your side, bomb Iraq.
Bless the weapons and take the ride, bomb Iraq.
Let the innocents be killed,
And lots of heathen blood be spilled,
To get our fuel tanks cheaply filled,
Bomb Iraq.

While the globe is slowly warming, bomb Iraq.
Yay! the clouds of war are storming, bomb Iraq.
If the ozone hole is growing
Some things we prefer not knowing
(Though our ignorance is showing),
Bomb Iraq.

So here's one for dear old daddy, bomb Iraq,
From his favorite little laddy, bomb Iraq.
Saying no would look like treason
It's the Hussein hunting season
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.

If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.
If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.
If you think that SUVs,
Are the best thing since sliced cheese,

And your father you must please,
Bomb Iraq.

If the globe is quickly warming, bomb Iraq.
If the poor will soon be storming, bomb Iraq
We assert that might makes right,
Burning oil is a delight,
For the empire we will fight,
Bomb Iraq The economy is stalling, bomb Iraq.
Approval rating's falling, bomb Iraq.
The income gap is showing,
And the deficit is growing,
You need to keep the oil flowing,
Bomb Iraq

GOD BLESS AMERICA
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Harold Pinter, January 2003

Here they go again,
The Yanks in their armoured parade
Chanting their ballads of joy
As they gallop across the big world
Praising America's God.

The gutters are clogged with the dead
The ones who couldn't join in
The others refusing to sing
The ones who are losing their voice
The ones who've forgotten the tune.

The riders have whips which cut.
Your head rolls onto the sand
Your head is a pool in the dirt
Your head is a stain in the dust
Your eyes have gone out and your nose
Sniffs only the pong of the dead
And all the dead air is alive
With the smell of America's God.

Yankee Doodle
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Sung to the tune of 'yankee Doodle came to town'
(by Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger, words adapted by Abi Cox)

Yankee Doodle came to town, H-bombs in his pocket
Says 'chum if you don't toe the line, I'll blast you with a rocket!'

chorus:
Yankee Doodle Uncle Sam, Batman also Superman
Known from Kabul to Iraq
As Yankee Doodle Dandy

Yankee Doodle went to Mars, Landed on a Sunday
Found some people living there, and Killed them off by Monday
[chorus]

Yankee Doodle went to work, As hard as he was able,
Bombing schools and hospitals, and babies in the cradle
[chorus]

Yankee Doodle never crosses
over any borders,
Except to kill more people, in the name of law and order

Yankee Doodle he is brave, A bold and gallant soldier!
He's great at dropping cluster bombs, From high in his jet fighter
[chorus]

Yankee Doodle feels that he
is not appreciated
He's generous with talk of freedom, Yet somehow he's hated
[chorus]

Yankee Doodle's got the know-how, Death is what he teaches
Yet Mr Blair just wags his tail and barks out stupid speeches

Folk Song Army, Tom Lehrer
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We are the folk song army,
Every one of us cares.
We all hate poverty, war, and injustice
Unlike the rest of you squares.

There are innocuous folk songs, yeah,
But we regard 'em with scorn.
The folks who sing 'em have no social conscience,
Why, they don't even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.

If you feel dissatisfaction,
Strum your frustrations away.
Some people may prefer action,
But give me a folk song any old day.

The tune don't have to be clever,
And it don't matter if you put a couple extra syllables into a line.
It sounds more ethnic if it ain't good English
And it don't even gotta rhyme... (excuse me: rhyne!)

Remember the war against Franco?
That's the kind where each of us belongs.
Though he may have won all the battles,
We had all the good songs!

So join in the folk song army!
Guitars are the weapons we bring
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice.
Ready, aim, sing!

Banner slogans
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Fight Plaque, not Iraq - Kids say no to war (with picture of the Simpsons)
Dissenters behind bars, Publicans against the war.
Blair is not a poodle he's a fool.
Bush is another word for c**t.
Make tea not war.
How did our oil get under their sand?
Buck Fush!
Resistance is Fertile.
(On a five year old) More Candy Less War.
Say can you see my democracy?
It's the oil, stupid.
War is expensive, Peace is priceless.
Read between the Pipelines
Smart weapons, Dumb president.
The only thing we have to fear is Bush himself.
How many Lives per Gallon?
Peace Takes Brains
Anything War can do, Peace can do better.
Negotiation Not Annihilation.
Don't do it, George, Dad will still love you.
Power to the Peaceful.