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She has turned the British bulldog into a Reagan poodle.

quote by David Steel
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Bulldog

You've got a rocket
Inside your bullet head
I've seen you walk it baby
Your knack for greatness
Has never done you wrong
You showed that sweet old lady

Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog down below

You talk of genius
I feel an undertow
Which head of yours is bragging now?
One made of lettuce is smarter than you both
You showed that manhole anyhow

Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog down below

He'll bend you over
Little red rover
Bend you right over
Some casanova
Go to your momma
Little chihuahua
Get back to your momma
Little chihuahua

Oh

song performed by by Tracy Bonham from The Burdens Of Being Upright
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I Watch You From the Window When You Pick Up Poodle Doo

Is that your moody poodle,
You feed heated noodles to...
When I see you,
Rushing home from school?

I want to say to you,
That I could walk your poodle too.
And scoop up all that poo poo just for you.

I watch you from the window,
When you pick up poodle doo!
I imagine if I helped out...
You would not have to rush from school?
To noodle up your poodle.
Then pick up poodle doo.

Is that your moody poodle,
You feed heated noodles to...
When I see you,
Rushing home from school?

I want to say to you,
That I could walk your poodle too.
And scoop up all that poo poo just for you.

If you had a cat,
You wouldn't have to do that.
You would have so much free time.
I had a cat but he got fat...
And died when I chased him,
With a turkey butt he swallowed...
I was thawing.
For some greens I was going to buy!
He was the only cat I had,
That did not have nine lives!

I watch you from the window,
When you pick up poodle doo!
I imagine if I helped out...
You would not have to rush from school?
To noodle up your poodle.
Then pick up poodle doo.
I will do that,
If you want me to?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bulldog And The Boy

The Bulldog and the Boy

The little black and white bulldog ran into the sun

he was cute just having fun.

The little boy threw him a bone

while they played his mother was on the phone.

The beach was very much fun,

the bulldog and the boy played in the sun.

Today could be a very rainy day

but tomorrow they both will play.

All the while they ran and laughed in the sand

While his mother layed on the beach and tanned.

poem by Karen Christal
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You know my father as governor, as president, but I knew him as dad. I was so proud to have the Reagan name and to be Ronald Reagan's son.

quote by Michael Reagan
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Hey Buldog

Sheep dog standing in the rain
Bull frog doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think youre something special when you smile?
Child-like no one understands
Jack-knife in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You dont know what its like to listen to your fears
You can talk to me, you can talk to me
You can talk to me, if youre lonely you can talk to me
Big man (yeah) walking in the park
Wigwam frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know it but you havent got a clue
You can talk to me, you can talk to me
You can talk to me, if youre lonely you can talk to me hey
Hey bulldog (woof), hey bulldog, hey bulldog
Hey man whos that boy? - woof!
Whadya say? - I said woof!
Dy know any more? - wowu-wa ah! ha ha!
You got him! get him! ... get him man! ... get him! you got him!...
Quiet boy, quiet! (okay) quiet!
Hey bulldog...

song performed by by Beatles
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The riders of the plains

Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare
To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair?
But we of the North will answer, while life in the North remains,
Let the curs beware lest the whelps they dare are the Riders of the Plains;
For these are the kind whose muscle makes the power of the Lion's jaw,
And they keep the peace of our people and the honour of British law.

A woman has painted a picture,--'tis a neat little bit of art
The critics aver, and it roused up for her the love of the big British heart.
'Tis a sketch of an English bulldog that tigers would scarce attack,
And round and about and beneath him is painted the Union Jack.
With its blaze of colour, and courage, its daring in every fold,
And underneath is the title, "What we have we'll hold."
'Tis a picture plain as a mirror, but the reflex it contains
Is the counterpart of the life and heart of the Riders of the Plains;
For like to that flag and that motto, and the power of that bulldog's jaw,
They keep the peace of our people and the honour of British law.

These are the fearless fighters, whose life in the open lies,
Who never fail on the prairie trail 'neath the Territorial skies,
Who have laughed in the face of the bullets and the edge of the rebels' steel,
Who have set their ban on the lawless man with his crime beneath their heel;
These are the men who battle the blizzards, the suns, the rains,
These are the famed that the North has named the "Riders of the Plains,"
And theirs is the might and the meaning and the strength of the bulldog's jaw,
While they keep the peace of the people and the honour of British law.

These are the men of action, who need not the world's renown,
For their valour is known to England's throne as a gem in the British crown;
These are the men who face the front, whose courage the world may scan,
The men who are feared by the felon, but are loved by the honest man;
These are the marrow, the pith, the cream, the best that the blood contains,
Who have cast their days in the valiant ways of the Riders of the Plains;
And theirs is the kind whose muscle makes the power of old England's jaw,
And they keep the peace of her people and the honour of British law.

Then down with the cur that questions,--let him slink to his craven den,--
For he daren't deny our hot reply as to "who are our mounted men."
He shall honour them east and westward, he shall honour them south and north,
He shall bare his head to that coat of red wherever that red rides forth.
'Tis well that he knows the fibre that the great North-West contains,
The North-West pride in her men that ride on the Territorial plains,--
For of such as these are the muscles and the teeth in the Lion's jaw,
And they keep the peace of our people and the honour of British law.

poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Dear Mrs. Reagan

Dear mrs. reagan, i hope you're feeling well
Fighting drugs and abortion will keep you out of hell
Send in the troops, they'll shut the system down
Take away their leaders and replace them all with clowns
Out in the rose garden, time for a speech
Make up your face so it looks like a peach
Aw, nancy dear, what shall i say?
Tell ole ronnie it's all ok.
Oh mrs reagan, mrs reagangun your husband downyou'll collect insurancemake our country sounddear mrs reagan, gun your husband down,save us from this awful fategeorge bush will be our next president!dear mr reagan, your hair is really swellbuy another missile and damn the poor to hellpump up our resources,you'll make us strong abroadforeign country leadersknow that you're a fraudoh ron, you're such a patriotwe think that you're an idioteverybody's singing this timeoh mrs reagan, mrs reagan, gun your husband down,don't this let injustice reign,it's ron you must uncrownoh mrs reagan, gun your husband downsend him out to pasturehis brain cannot be found

song performed by by Phish
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Teachers Pet

I think that I'm the teacher's pet.
But trust me, I'm no poodle.
I know the answers to the tests
and like to read an oodle!

I always do my homework
and I hand it in on time.
When it's time for poetry,
I like to write in rhyme.

I'd never throw a spit wad,
pass a note or talk in class.
I'd never dream of talking back
or giving teachers sass.

It's true I'm not a poodle,
but there's nothing I regret.
I guess that I'm the perfect one
to be my teacher's pet.

poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Old Mother Reagan

Old mother reagan
And her crew
Took away
From me and you
I hope she goes far away
She better go far away
Yknow it aint right
When its all wrong
This is the old mother reagan
Protest song
Old mother reagan
Shes so dumb
Shes so dangerous
How come...
Old mother reagan went to heaven
But at the pearly gates
She was stopped!
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
Produced by jerry harrison
Recoded & mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwaukee
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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I am clearly more popular than Reagan. I am in my third term. Where's Reagan? Gone after two! Defeated by George Bush and Michael Dukakis no less.

quote by Marion Berry
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Everyone seemed to want a piece of Ronald Reagan. It was maddening.

quote by Michael Reagan
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It was my sister Maureen who was responsible for my becoming a Reagan.

quote by Michael Reagan
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Leave My Kitten Alone

You better leave my kitten all alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
Well I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her alone
Dont you know
My kitten isnt dead
Dont you know
My kitten isnt dead
So get your hands off of her
Cause Im her lovin man
Well mister dog
Im gonna hit you
On the top of your head
That girls gonna miss you
And youre gonna wish that you were dead
You better leave my kitten all alone
I love my little kitten
Well, like you hounddogs love your bone
Well mister dog
Im gonna hit you
On the top of your head
That girls gonna miss you
And youre gonna wish that you were dead
You better leave my kitten all alone
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her alone
You better leave
You better leave
You better leave
My kitten all alone

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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We don't have a lot of Reagan-type leaders in our party. Remember Ronald Reagan Democrats? I want a Republican that can attract Democrats.

quote by Lindsey Graham
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I talked to Reagan for about six hours all told. and Reagan was willing to go along with it. He didn't look at his watch, and he didn't allow his campaign aides to cut it off.

quote by Robert Scheer
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He and Reagan were not at all alike, because Reagan is an optimist and Dick Nixon wasn't. Yet in some ways they were alike. Neither really liked to talk on the telephone, for instance. And, in a lot of respects, both of them were very much loners.

quote by Lyn Nofziger
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Although Ronald Reagan was somebody I disagreed with on most ideological things, he was a friend of mine, and he was a very, very likable man. Ronald Reagan, for instance, was maybe more able to get the very rich to do the right thing sometimes.

quote by Warren Beatty
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Without Jimmy Carter we might not have gotten Ronald Reagan, without Ronald Reagan there would probably still be a Soviet Union.

quote by Newt Gingrich
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He had written my mother once that he wanted her to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he ever saw. And that's how it turned out.

quote by Ron Reagan
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Indian Mutiniy

British infants who were nobly born
Were from their bleeding mother's bosom torn
And with the bayonet dashed upon the street
There left to lie for native dogs to eat.

But the British Lion he soon o'erthrew
Both the high and the low Hindoo ;
Now they respect the Christian laws
For fear of British Lion's paws.

poem by James McIntyre
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