WE WILL OCCUPY

WE WILL OCCUPY
(To tune of “Two for the Road,” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer, from the film (1967) of the same name, starring Audrey Hepburn and Albert Finney.)

If you’re tired of all you see
Come occupy Wall Street with me
We’ll challenge corporate-ocracy
Protest its warped milieu

In New York, and Chicago, and L.A.
Wherever they promote the creed
Worshipping greed
And seeking wealth, beyond all need

 It isn’t that we’re anarchists
And no, we aren’t communists
But that the one percent persists
Wanting the whole darn pie

As long as money gets the nod
And profit is the end-of-all God
Then, we will occupy.

Refrain:
Until the system is more fair
And people once again earn their just share
We will occupy.

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg
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TAXES ARE HERE TO STAY

TAXES ARE HERE TO STAY
(To the tune of “Our Love is Here to Stay” by George and Ira Gershwin)

It’s very clear
Taxes are here to stay
Each day and year
We are the taxman’s prey

One hears that Congress cut spending
Of taxation ending,
By those presumed to know
After whose re-election
Wither their votes do go

And so I fear
Taxes are here to stay
Yet don’t despair
Reform is near they say

Obama’s health care may crumble
Tax brackets tumble
Tea Parties lead the way
But taxes are here to stay

Extra verse

So grin and bear
Taxes are here to stay
Unjust, unfair?
Tax is the price we pay

 For love of civilization
Freedom and nation
Here in the U.S.A.
Taxes are here to stay.

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg
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Previously published in American Bar Asssociation, Tax Section
News Quarterly, “Tax Bites,”  Vol. 30, No. 4, Summer 2011.

TWO MONTHS

TWO MONTHS
(To tune of “Tonight,” by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim from Broadway musical, “West Side Story.”)

All year long they’re inciting with the barbs
Fighting for their jobs in congress
Warring for rights of bragging in congress
All the problems go nagging, and congress,
Where is congress?
Fighting for spoils
While the populace toils and blood boils

Two months, two months
They’ve voted for two months
While claiming, “Here’s our great Christmas gift.”

Two months, two months
Who cares about two months?
The economy needs a big lift.

Two days, two years,
What will it matter?
With congress a Mad Hatter,
We need a plan for once.

We cope, we live
And when we need some hope
Congress gives
Two months.

© 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE WISE MEN GONE?

WHERE HAVE ALL THE WISE MEN GONE?
(To melody of “Where have All the Flowers Gone” by Pete Seeger)

Where have all the wise men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the wise men gone?
I’d like to know
Where have James and Thomas gone?
Into books read by no one
We need them to return
We need them to return

Where have all the leaders gone?
Long time passing
Where have our great leaders gone?
I’d like to know
Abraham could lead us yon
Restore a once great spirit gone
We need them to return
We need them to return

Where have all the problems gone?
None is passing
Where have just solutions gone?
They never show
Where have honest people gone?
Not to Washington, not one
We need them to return
We need them to return

Where has this great country gone?
Some say passing
Where has this one nation gone?
Long time ago
Stood up men who sought to be
Men of high integrity
We need them to return
We need them to return

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS
(To tune of “Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas” by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane, as performed by Judy Garland in film, “Meet Me in Saint Louis.”)

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
Soon we will adjourn
“You’ve done nothing so why bother to return.”

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
Here’s your new tax bill
“We’ve no jobs and so we’ll pay no taxes still.”

 Tis the season for merriment
To the Senate lend some elves
And to the house where smug members rent
Seats and represent themselves.

Come election we’ll vote to un-tether
What’s been a rich milk cow
Until then we’re stuck with this pathetic sow
And Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas now.

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg
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WHAT’S GOING ON?

WHAT’S GOING ON?
(To tune of “What’s Going On?” written by Renaldo “Obie” Benson, Al Cleveland, and Marvin Gaye performed by Marvin Gaye on album of the same name)

Thomas, Thomas
What’s happened to our government?
Washington’s divided
Like fissures in the monument

When did we lose our way?
Can we not compromise today?

Party whips
Who steer the ship
Play politics
While a time-bomb ticks

What’s going on?
Tell me, what’s going on?

Thomas, Thomas
Nothing’s getting done of late
In school they always taught us
We send them there to legislate

 We’ve got to find a way
To solve some problems there today

 A country wrecked
A DC sect
Who disrespect
The people who elect

What’s going on?
Tell me, what’s going on?

Thomas, Thomas
Are you turning in your grave?
Listen to the hucksters
Do they think we’re in a cave?

We see them clear as day
Hear every lying word they say

Lobbying
And bickering
Accomplishing
Not one useful thing

What’s going on?
Tell me what’s going on?

Thomas, Thomas
How can we make them feel our rage?
We must show our anger
Every voter who’s of age

You gave us the right way
To have our voices heard today

To wield some clout
No need to shout
We’ll vote them out
This worthless horde of louts

What’s going on?
They’ll see what’s going on

Lyric Copyright 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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MY GOD IT’S TOMORROW

MY GOD IT’S TOMORROW
(To tune of “Tomorrow” from Broadway musical “Annie” music by Charles Strouse and original lyrics by Martin Charmin)

The debt will come due tomorrow
And we’ll have no dollars left to borrow
To make do

Just thinking about the sorrow
You and I get poorer each tomorrow
Nothing’s new

When we’re stuck with a buck that’s muck and worthless
Know the rich will get richer
Come what may

Tomorrow, tomorrow
My god it’s tomorrow
Tomorrow is now today

The promises all were hollow
What a bitter pill to have to swallow
What dismay

Always said we could wait to pay the piper
Now the piper is here
And wants his pay

Tomorrow, tomorrow
My god it’s tomorrow
Tomorrow is now today

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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ANOTHER DAY IN D.C. TOWN

ANOTHER DAY IN D.C. TOWN
(To tune of “A Foggy Day” by George and Ira Gershwin)

Another day
In D.C. town
Another smirk
Another frown

The speaker is dumbing-
Down views to espouse
The Senate is thumbing
Its nose at the house

No optimism
Is in the air
The government’s shutting down
On a Tea Party dare

A circus town
Absurd the norm
Where Republican and Democrat
Unfunny clowns perform

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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A FINE CONGRESS

A FINE CONGRESS
(To tune of “A Fine Romance” by Jerome Kern and Dorothy Fields)

A fine Congress
With no conscience
A fine Congress
Too much nonsense
Each vote is always strictly the party line
They won’t give us the time
Isn’t the Congress fine?

A Fine Congress
That serves money
And rich lobbies
Who spread honey
Republicans and Democrats sound divine
Give them your vote, not mine
Isn’t the Congress fine?

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TAX AND SPENDING

TAX AND SPENDING
(To tune of “Love and Marriage” by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn, first performed by Frank Sinatra in 1955 television production of Thornton Wilder’s “Our Town)

Tax and Spending
Tax and Spending
Like a movie that is never-ending
Raise a few more dollars
And, “Now let’s spend it” someone hollers.

Tax and Spending
Tax and Spending
Leads to budget deficits ascending
Argue let’s be frugal
Then someone blows the spending bugle

Promote balancing the budget
Be a good liar
Next vote – Pass a bill to nudge debt
Yet even higher

Tax and Spending
Tax and Spending
Talk of change is poppy-cock pretending
Congress has no cheap seats
So in the end
The hogs un-penned
Will tax and spend away
To keep seats.

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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