WHEN YOU NEED A DOCTOR

WHEN YOU NEED A DOCTOR
(To tune of “Some Enchanted Evening,” by Rodgers and Hammerstein from Broadway show and later film, “South Pacific).

When you need a doctor.
You don’t call the doctor.
Now ‘days first you call The
Insurance Company.
And speak to a clerk
whose diagnosis
determines if they pay
or you pay, for this.

When it’s really painful
from a broken ankle.
Hop ‘round on one foot, The
Insurance Company
tells you while you wait.
And here is the gist.
The doctor whom you want
is not on their list.

Once had a doctor
who looked after me.
Now I pay a comp’ny.
Who looks out for me?

When I need a doctor.
I don’t have a doctor.
Now I only have The
Insurance Company
examine the costs
watch its bottom line
And make all decisions
for its health, not mine.

Once had a doctor
who looked after me.
Now I pay a comp’ny.
Who looks out for me?

ic © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?

CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?
(To tune of “Can’t We be Friends,” by Kay Swift and Paul James)

Why can’t we people just get along?
Right what’s wrong?
Let’s begin to make amends.
Now, don’t you think it’s time?
People, can’t we be friends?

Why only seek solutions in war?
Why? What for?
One begins as soon as one ends.
You’d think we’d learn one time.
People, can’t we be friends?

I say I’m right, still I don’t want to fight.
Imagine we could disagree, and that’d be quite alright
with me.

Why quote the bible chapter and verse?
Then go curse
someone in your eyes who offends.
Say, don’t you think it’s time?
People, can’t we be friends?

Your home’s divine, while a thimble is mine.
Why should I care, feel despair? Climb that jealousy
vine?

Why can’t we learn to live and let live?
To forgive
if somebody’s rude or pretends?
I think it’s about time.
People, can’t we be friends?

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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LET’S GO AND JOIN THE IS

The Islamic State, also known as the IS or ISIS (Islamic State in Iraq & Syria) is reported to have recruited thousands from Tunisia, the star of Arab Spring uprisings.  Why do they go to follow the IS?

LET’S GO AND JOIN THE IS
(To the tune of “Let’s Get Away from it All,” by Matt Dennis & Tom Adair, made popular by Frank Sinatra, first with the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra, and later in the iconic Capitol Records “concepts album,” “Come Fly with Me.”)

Let’s jet away from Tunisia.
Democracy’s a big stress.
Wacko’s it stifles.
Pack up the rifles.
Let’s go and join the IS.

In London we’re hated as Muslims.
Assimilation’s a mess.
Brits don’t like bombing.
Iraq is calming.
Let’s go and join the IS.

We’ll get there on a boat or plane.
To Syria we’ll go.
Tell mom and pop we’ll soon explain.
Watch for our video.

Sisi’s too hard on the Brothers.
In Sinai we’ll cause him distress.
Let’s feed the crisis.
Be-heading for ISIS.
Let’s go and join the IS.

They’ve promised us a gun and wife.
Some kidnapped female slave.
And if perchance you take her life.
Allah will know you were brave.

Taking a dose of the Stupids.
Taxing our brains so much less.
We’ll follow the Prophet.
For somebody’s profit.
Let’s go and join the IS.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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ONE SMILE

ONE SMILE
(To original melody)

One smile can change the day for a person
who feels that smile beaming their way.
And all that gloom and doom inside puts on the brakes.
Sometimes a smile is all it takes.

One smile can change the mood of a nation.
Small pebbles dropped into weary streams.
Spread ripples out from rivers to oceans.
One smile can spark a million new dreams

Nothing you feel, will lift the funk you’re in.
Along comes a stranger, with an irresistible grin.

One smile can turn on those good emotions
that lead you to a much better place.
So, let go of worries, you might just change the world.
Just let a smile take over your face.
Just let a smile take over your face.

© 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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P.S. WE’LL BOMB YOU

Forty-seven GOP Senators sent a letter to the Iranian leadership telling them that the nuclear negotiations will result in no binding deal unless the Senate votes to approve one.  Here’s a parody of their letter in song.

 P.S. WE’LL BOMB YOU
(To the tune of “P.S. I love You,” by Gordon Jenkins & Johnny Mercer)

Thought we’d drop a line to say
Obama’s wrong, he has no sway.
We’ll decide what we should do.
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Thought you had the perfect deal?
Until we vote, nothing’s for real.
Lest you haven’t got a clue
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Write to the Pres – tell him that you’d adhere to
whatever deal you’d approve.
Though you’re secret sites, you will let no one near to.
We think a bomb, or two’s the right move.

Guess there’s nothing more to tell.
Except that you, can go to hell.
Hope this message doesn’t calm you.
P.S. We’ll bomb you.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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DEAR PRIME MINISTER

I previously posted a song (Mr. President) Prime Minster Netanyahu might sign to President Obama after speaking to congress.  This is my imagined response song from President Obama to Prime Minster Netanyahu.

 DEAR PRIME MINISTER
(To the tune of, “Mr. Wonderful,” by Jerry Bock, Larry Holofcener  & George David Weiss, from the 1956 Broadway show of the same name)

What’s your hurry
to attack?
Why such worry
when we’ve got your back?
Now I sing to you responding to your song,
Dear Prime Minister, “You’re wrong.”

I’ve been working
on this deal.
A solution
at least that is real.
Military options won’t delay them long.
Dear Prime Minister, “You’re wrong.”

And more sanctions imposed with aplomb
Wont’ discourage them from working towards a bomb.

Be pragmatic
Realize
we’re good friends
and steadfast allies.
Twin democracies together we’ll stand strong.
Dear Prime Minister, “You’re wrong.”

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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MR. PRESIDENT

This is what Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu might sing to President Obama if invited to perform at the White House after addressing congress.

MR. PRESIDENT
(To the tune of, “Mr. Wonderful,” by Jerry Bock, Larry Holofcener & George David Weiss, from the 1956 Broadway show of the same name)

Why this rancor?
Why this gloom?
Why this fear of an impending doom?
I’ll be here and then I’ll be flying home.
Mr. President, “Shalom.”

Why our worry
‘bout Iran?
Well, they’d nuke us
as soon as they can.
The Ayatollah mocks your hopeful tome.
Mr. President, “Shalom.”

Do you really believe that Iran
will abide by your dear peaceful plan?

They’ve been stalling
biding time.
Centrifuges meanwhile
whistle and chime.
So I’ll leave you with this one simple gnome
Mr. President, “Shalom.”

 

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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