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
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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 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
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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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FACTS

FACTS
(To the tune of “Kids,” by Lee Adams and Charles Strouse from the Broadway Musical Bye Bye Birdie(1958))

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

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

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

Facts?
You believe what big corporations say?
Facts?
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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IN THE VOTING BOOTH

IN THE VOTING BOOTH
(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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TRUMP LIES!

TRUMP LIES!
(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: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFE2SnliiV0
Roy Orbison version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QtdphwWgSQ

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TRUTH ISN’T TRUTH

TRUTH ISN’T TRUTH
(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
Voting-booth.

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg
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VLADIMIR

VLADIMIR
(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
Vladimir.

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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