(To original melody)

Snowflakes falling down all around us.
Streetlamps wear a while velvet shawl.
Shoppers pause. They know Santa Clause
Needs help because –
It’s Christmas.

Happy children dance ‘round a snowman.
Mistletoe is watching the hall.
Toe to Toe, Two lovers below
Touch lips all aglow –
It’s Christmas.

Hanging grandma’s heirlooms on the tree.
Each one holding a memory for me.
Outside a carolers. Mind them to keep
Their voices down. The kids are asleep.

Here we gather warm by the fire-hearth.
Toasting joyfully one and all.
Children dream, of glitter and gleam.
Come morning to beam –
It’s Christmas.

Children dream, of glitter and gleam.
Come morning to beam –
It’s Christmas.

© 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg
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Christmas in Miami
(Loosely to tune of “Autumn in New York,” by Vernon Duke)

Keep your praises please
For singing Carols as you freeze
For fighting Ole Jack Frost and sleet
Wearing three pairs of socks on your feet

I’ll take Christmas in Miami
Bright lights on Sabal Palms swaying
Christmas in Miami
On Hobie Beach kids are playing

Watching the news from places with snow
Chilled faces aglow
In me feather no

It’s Christmas in Miami
Out on the bay Santa’s sailing
Christmas in Miami
You’ll want to follow my lead.

Proud purists who tout the cold
Storm South Beach hotels I’m told
This Christmas in Miami
Has all the Merry I need.

Lyric © 2007, 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg
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(To the tune of “Kids,” by Lee Adams and Charles Strouse from the Broadway Musical Bye Bye Birdie(1958))

No one wants to hear about facts today.
Inconvenient truths that get in the way.
About climate warming or health care reform.
Not debated. Just evaded.

What’s more
We’re smothering in fake news.

Folks today prefer unreality.
What you read on Facebook is fantasy.
The President sells baloney.
They cheer for him anyway.
Cause, no one cares about facts today.

You believe what big corporations say?
Are you getting yours from the NRA?
When you can’t trust the headlines
The breadlines ain’t far away.
Oh, no one cares about facts today.

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To the tune of, “Up on the Roof,’ by Carole King and Gerry Goffin, as recorded by The Drifters in 1962)

When your concerns are being ignored
And people up in DC won’t hear your voice.
There’s one place where your faith is restored
Cause on election day you have a choice.

In the voting booth you wield the might
There you can change the country overnight.

Let me tell you how:

If you’re afraid for our rivers and streams
If oil pollution haunts your nightly dreams.
Get off your chair and head for the spot
Where all the power’s in the vote you’ve got.

In the voting booth you are the King.
And what you do there may change everything.

Head for – the voting booth.

That night you’ll watch the votes come in so fast.
You’ll feel important. Hope the thrill will last.

It’s a miracle,

Cause when you vote you’re a part of it all.
Part of what we call, democracy.
Now history’s awaiting your move.
And will you prove deserving to be free?

Give Mister Trump a lesson on  the truth.
What you’re demanding in the voting booth.

In the Voting Booth.
In the Voting Booth.

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To the tune of “Love Hurts,” by Boudleaux Bryant as recorded by Roy Orbison as well as the Everly Brothers)
Trump lies! Trump lies!
He can’t disguise
What isn’t true, or real.
Hard facts reveal.
No matter what he claims.
No matter who he blames.
Trump is unaware
Himself he only shames.
Trump lies! Trump lies!

When day is night.
And wrong is right.
I’m not a fool.
No chump.
Who thinks like Trump.
Who’ll justify the means
Always by the ends.
Murderers and thieves
Are his closest friends.
Trump lies! Trump lies!

Some folks think he’s wonderful,
Lovable, invincible.
He can fool those fools I guess.
But he’s not fooling me.

No, offer not your soul.
Offer not your trust.
Trump is like a gust
Of hot air blowing dust.
Trump lies! Trump lies!

Everly Brothers version:
Roy Orbison version:

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To the tune of “Time After Time” by Sammy Cahn and Julie Styne (1947))

Truth isn’t Truth
There are no absolutes
The President disputes
What’s known.

His world is all in his head
A place where he’s misled
Where facts are twirling leaves
Far blown.

Although I’m no sleuth
I know that Truth is Truth
We’ll  show him in the

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg
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(To the tune of, “Over There,” (WW I victory anthem) by George M. Cohan)

Vladimir, Vladimir.
You’ve been stoking the fires
Over here.
Trying to divide us.
To undermine us.
In every vote you interfere.

Let’s be clear. Over there.
Every vote is a joke
But not here.

You’re smiling wryly.
At Trump so slyly.
And you’ll never stop
‘Till we stop you

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To original melody)

I am an American
And proudly I say
I live in America
In the U.S. of A

My heart beats American
Courageous and free
I’m a living testament
To the best
That America can be

Some thought the dream wouldn’t last
But the torch once lit has been passed
(Has been passed)

I am an American
One limb of the tree
Ever mindful I’m blessed
Up to any test,
An American
That’s me

Big-hearted America
One dream, one destiny
Ever mindful we’re blessed
Up to any test
All Americans, All Americans
All Americans
Are we

© 2012, 2015, 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To the tune of, “Ask Me How Do I Feel,” by Frank Loesser from the 1950 Broadway Musical Guys and Dolls)

Ask Trump what does he read
And he’ll tell you he doesn’t like reading.
Well if knowledge is food for the brain
His could use a good feeding.

Big decisions, a president’s task.
All he makes from the seat of his pants
“Bout one consequence, don’t even ask.
You’d be better off talking to plants.

Ask if he’s told a lie
He’ll react with his arrogance flaring.
Well if truth was a leaf on the tree
He’s a windstorm unsparing.

Then he’ll speak and jump into the fire
Right out of the pan.
Well, what could you expect
From a selfish and ignorant man.


Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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(To the tune of “Let’s Face the Music and Dance,” by Irving Berlin)

Tempt us with being a star
Dangle those “Likes” and those “Follows”
That so hypnotize.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies

Our data spread wide and far
And you won’t stop it, when profit
you so idolize.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies.

When I add another “Friend”
And when I click on “Send”

No one is setting the bar
For what is public, or private
And for our own eyes.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies, lies.
Facebook, you’re selling us lies.


Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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