THAT’S NOT FOR ME

Re. The GOP CNN debate

THAT’S NOT FOR ME
(To tune of “But Not for Me,” by George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin)

This was no great debate.
This was a farce.
And I can only state
Trump is an arse.

I’m just not in the mood
for people crass and crude.
Prefer my solitude
to what they parse.

Once Douglas and Lincoln
were not a joke.
They did some deep thinkin’
before they spoke.

Though some folks liked this show.
Ten schmoozers and one schmoe
revealed what they don’t know.
That’s not for me.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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KICKING THE CAN ON DOWN THE ROAD – 2015

Congress is back in session.  We can expect a lot of can kicking.  The immigration reform can; the tax reform can; the highway funding bill can, the debt limit can to name some.

KICKING THE CAN ON DOWN THE ROAD
(To tune of “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, Oscar winning song from 1969 Best Picture movie, “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,” starring Robert Redford and Paul Newman)

Kicking the can on down the road
When responsibility becomes a heavy load
Congress won’t decide
They just kick that old can again a little bit further

Because, to make a decision takes a stand
And taking a stand when an election’s near is banned
Campaign suicide
So, they just kick that old can again a little bit further

But they must surely know
They’re putting on a show there
And we know here
A country kicking cans is heading nowhere

Because, kicking the can on down the road
Is just like the hopping of a narrow-minded toad
Feeling satisfied
But toads never make it to the end of a long road
Your feet are free
Kick them out of DC

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BIDEN MY TIME – 2015*

BIDEN MY TIME – 2015*
(To tune of, “Bidin’ My Time,” by George Gershwin & Ira Gershwin)

I’m Biden my time.
To hesitate is no crime.
That Clinton’s lead is shrinkin’
S’ got me thinkin’
Biden my time.

I’m Biden, I’ll say.
There’ll be no ‘nouncement today.
While other Dems are frettin’
Out vote-gettin’
I’m Biden my time.

Next month, next month.
I might be decidin’
This month, this month.
Laid-back, I’m just Biden.

Biden is my name.
I’m only doin’ the same.
Got no Trumped-up ego.
Not this amigo.
I’m Biden my time.

Next month, next month.
I might be debatin’
This month, this month.
I’m here cogitatin’

And Biden my time.
Though some folks say its high-time.
Not runnin’ and not quitin’
But just fence-sittin.
Biden my time.

Next month, next month.
I might be campaignin’
This month, this month.
Rumor it keeps rainin’

I’m Biden my time.
But don’t be bettin’ your dime.
No one could ever hush me.
And they won’t rush me.
I’m Biden my time.

Next month, next month.
I might throw my hat in.
This month, this month.
I’m the lamb they fatten.

Biden my time.
No rush to roll in the slime.
Campaigns get so ugly.
That sleeve won’t tug me.
I’m biding my time.

Next month, next month.
I might jump in fightin’
This month, this month.
Sidelines feels invitin’

For Biden my time.
You know the kind of guy I’m.
Some fishin’ and some waitin’
And ruminatin’
Biden my time.
Biden my time.

*Also see “Biden My Time” post of October 14, 2012

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