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.

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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.

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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.

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HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY 2018

I AM AN AMERICAN
(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

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ASK TRUMP

ASK TRUMP
(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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FACEBOOK, YOU’RE SELLING US LIES

FACEBOOK, YOU’RE SELLING US LIES
(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”
Again.

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.

 

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DO YOU LOVE ME?

Miami Herald columnist Leonard Pitts Jr’s opinion piece of April 15, 2018, “There’s no excuse for excusing Trump’s moral corruption,” also got me thinking about the eighteen months that have passed since his election. Our president’s narcissistic need for approval over that period reminds me of a song from the Broadway Musical Fiddler on the Roof in which Tevya asks Golda if she loves him (although Tevya was not a narcissist and the question in the show was touching and understandable as their marriage had been arranged). I’ve reimagined their duet as between President Trump and the American People.

 DO YOU LOVE ME?
(To the tune of portions of “Do you Love Me,” by Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick, from Broadway Musical Fiddler on the Roof (1971))

President Trump:  “Do you love me?”
America:  “Do we what?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do we love you?”

“Through these eighteen odd months
you’ve lied to us, bullied us
made a fuss.
Eighteen odd months and
what have you done?
Created new problems
while you were solving none.”

“But do you love me?”
“Are you nuts?”
“Do we love you?”
“We hate your guts”

“You’ve been chafing out nerves
with ego shtick
which hasn’t improved
the world one lick.
Threatening war in juvenile tweets.
Using vile language nobody wise repeats”

“But do you love me?”
“Where’s your brain?”
“Do you love me?”
“Like we love pain.”

“Sir Horse’s Rump
you are our bane”.

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PUT A BUCK IN YOUR POCKET, AND GIVE ONE TO UNCLE SAM

PUT A BUCK IN YOUR POCKET, AND GIVE ONE TO UNCLE SAM
(To the tune, “That’s One for My Baby, and One More For the Road,” by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer)

Set ‘em up Steve
It’s April the sixteenth, tax filing eve
I’ve got the form here
But need a little booze to loosen the fear
For this line where it shows
How much one owes
Put me on edge, “damn”
You put a buck in your pocket,
And give one to Uncle Sam

Now don’t get me wrong
All my patriotic feelings run strong
That fervor feels nice
But wish that would feel it
For half of the price
It’s like you’d offer a meal
But not if you feel
They would hog the whole ham
You put a buck in your pocket
And give one to Uncle Sam

Where’s it all going?
The government keeps growing
It just grows and it grows
We keep on sowing
Without ever knowing
Where it all goes

Well that does it Steve
The post office is closing
And I’ve got to leave
Thanks for the cheer
I probably will see you
This time next year
That is assuming that I’m
Not serving some time
If I get in a tax jam
Put a buck in my pocket
And give none to Uncle Sam.

You put a buck in your pocket
And good luck with Uncle Sam

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