MISTER DONALD

Mister Donald
(To the tune of Mona Lisa by Jay Livingston & Ray Evans, as recorded by Nat King Cole)

Mister Donald, Mister Donald, Who will lead us?
We’ve elected you and now we’re really stuck.

What a phony.
What baloney
Do you feed us.

Donald you’re not presidential
You’re a schmuck.

Did you run to serve the Country Mister Donald?
Or was this another scheme to earn a buck?

Many crises will land on your shoulders.
You incite them.
And ignite them.

Should you serve four-more-years Mister Donald
Four-more-years will see the country run amuck.

Reprise
Who would vote for you now Mister Donald?
We’d be better off electing Donald Duck.
Mister Donald, Mister Donald.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg

REMEMBERING D-DAY – NORMANDY, JUNE 6, 1944

AT ARLINGTON

The monuments salute
Above green lawns
Covering them.
A sacred dedication,
Golden sun ponds
Break the shadows
Cast by noble sentries,
Limbs outstretched,
Over the waves,
Row after row of
The honored,
Who rest deservedly,
For the day,
And, for all of memory.
Quiet, so still,
The fallen lay.
Somber tourists
Stroll
On the path.
Only the hot and
Tired children
Noisy,
Perhaps sensing a Mood,
An inward tone Heretofore unknown
To them?
A moment’s pause,
Before skipping along
Youth’s
Carefree way.

Above, the flags fly,
A wave of color in the Breeze
That knows white Beaches.
Red waves lolling in on Coarse sand,
Normandy
Turned scarlet.
Endless waves,
like brushes dripping wet Color.
Wave after mournful Wave,
Measuring Freedom’s toll,
That fateful day.

© 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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I’M BIDEN

I’M BIDEN
(To the tune of “Bidin’ my Time,” by George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin)

Through bidin’ my time
Cause Biden’s still in his prime
Grown tired of rest and sunnin’
Now I’m runnin’
This time is my time.

I’m Biden, you bet.
And what you see’s what you get.
A regular amigo
No warped ego.
This Joe’s your best bet.

Next year, next year.
Comes that big election.
This year, this year.
Starts my resurrection

I’m Biden, I’m true.
I’ll pull no wool over you
With Trump it’s lies and chaos.
That betray us.
Who’s sidin’’ with you?
Joe Biden, that’s who.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S .Steinberg, Esquire
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THIS GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN IS REALLY BAD NEWS

THIS GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN IS REALLY BAD NEWS
(To the tune of “Learnin’ the Blues,” by Delores Silvers and recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1955)

The airports are crazy
Those lines are abysmal.
The president’s smiling
His compassion is dismal.
Glad I’m not wearing
The president’s shoes.
This government shut-down
Is really bad news.

Whose pockets are empty?
Those workers without pay
Trump’s pockets have plenty.
What does he know about pay?
He’s still been tweeting
Same garbage he spews.
This government shut-down.
Is really bad news

When Trump’s at home alone
He’ll build a wondrous Lego wall.
And just as Humpty-Dumpty fell.
You know right off of that wall he’ll fall.

The people grow angry.
And feeling deserted
The president’s happy?
With his polls now inverted?
Prayers of impeachment
Are heard in the pews
This government shut-down
Is really bad news

Reprise
He won’t back-down now
His ego would bruise.
But this government shut-down
Is really bad, really bad, really bad news.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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PLEASE MISTER PRESIDENT

PLEASE MISTER PRESIDENT
(To the tune of “Matchmaker, Matchmaker” by Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick from the Broadway Musical Fiddler on the Roof (1964) and film adaptation (1971))

Please Mister President
Please no more lies
We are not fools.
You can’t disguise.
What isn’t true simply saying is true
Just look at your beady-eyes.

Now Mister President.
You still have time.
Almost two years.
To upward climb.
Out of the gutter and into our hearts.
Assuming you’ve done no crime.

For George learn to be a leader.
For Honest Abe to be wise.
For Thomas become a reader.
Your ignorance leaves you to fantasize.

Please Mister President we’re so afraid
With Satan we fear a deal has been made.
To get elected a deal like with Faust
And with all our souls you’ve paid.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TRUMP’S WAY

TRUMP’S WAY
(To the tune of “Witchcraft,” by Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh as recorded by Frank Sinatra (1957))

There’s rationality.
And there’s civility.
Then there’s stupidity.
That’s Trump’s Way.

(Extra verse not in original song)

Most people whom you meet.
Who think and are discrete.
Would not insult by tweet.
That’s Trump’s Way.

Lord knows he’s reprehensible.
His Side-show’s indefensible.
Follows no comprehensible rule.

And that’s Trump’s Way.
That’s just Trump’s Way.
And that way is to behave so uncool.

Who knows where he is leading us.
Baloney he keeps feeding us.
But soon he will be needing us. You’ll

Not feel like one big chump.
To have elected Trump.
Next go-round when we dump this fool.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

THIS GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN IS REALLY BAD NEWS

THIS GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN IS REALLY BAD NEWS
(To the tune of “Learnin’ the Blues,” by Delores Silvers and recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1955)

The airports are crazy
Those lines are abysmal.
The president’s smiling
His compassion is dismal.
Glad I’m not wearing
The president’s shoes.
This government shut-down
Is really bad news.

Whose pockets are empty?
Those workers without pay
Trump’s pockets have plenty.
What does he know about pay?
He’s still been tweeting
Same garbage he spews.
This government shut-down.
Is really bad news

When Trump’s at home alone
He builds a wondrous Lego wall.
And just as Humpty Dumpty fell.
You know right off of that wall he’ll fall.

The people grow angry.
And feeling deserted
The president’s happy?
With his polls now inverted?
Prayers of impeachment
Are heard in the pews
This government shut-down
Is really bad news

Reprise

He won’t back-down now
His ego would bruise.
But this government shut-down
Is really bad, really bad, really bad news.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved.

THE COLLUDERS

THE COLLUDERS
(To the tune of “Poison Ivey” by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller as recorded by The Coasters in 1959)

They’re everywhere you look
In every DC nook
Which Mueller fumigates
See them crawling but they can’t escape.

The Colluders, the Colluders
While the public is sleeping
They’re like cockroaches creeping around

Now Manafort’s appealing
And Michael Cohen is squealing
While Donald Trump is wearing out his thumbs
Cause Mueller has subpoenas
He’s sending to the cleaners’
One immoral, sleazy gang of bums

The Russians have their patsy.
A narcissistic fatsy.
Won’t be a big surprise
When the truth bares a president’s lies

The Colluders, the Colluders
While the public is sleeping
They’re like cockroaches creeping around

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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IT’S CHRISTMAS

IT’S CHRISTMAS
(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

Christmas in Miami
(Loosely to tune of “Autumn in New York,” by Vernon Duke)

Intro:
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
Jealousy.

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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