FEELS LIKE A MARX BROTHERS SHOW

FEELS LIKE A MARX BROTHERS SHOW
(To the tune of “Almost Like Being in Love,” by Frederick Lowe & Alan Jay Lerner (1947))

Trump has crowned himself King
Groucho’s one-liners zing
Well this feels like a Marx Brothers show.

With our rights being shorn
Harpo’s honking his horn.
Yes, this feels like a Marx Brothers show.

What dark humor we found in Duck Soup.
Trump and Bannon reprise that old Troupe.

And with this vaudeville clown
Came the circus to town.
Now it feels like the Marx Brothers
Reels like the Marx Brothers
Feels like a Marx Brothers show

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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AND SO IT ALL BEGAN (NO MORE WAR)

AND SO IT ALL BEGAN (NO MORE WAR)
(To tune of “And I love You So,” by Don McClean (1970)).

God created Man.
With free-will from above.
And Man created war.
The opposite of love.

And so it all began.
His finger touched the ground.
So hard to see the plan.
When peace nowhere is found.

And so I ask the heaven’s up on-high.
Do children have to die?
Though I try to comprehend.
And God, you know, we’re all at your command.
You’d need but raise a hand.
And all war would surely end.

God created man.
Oft-times I ask, “what for?”
To hate and to make war?
That cannot be the plan.

The truth would be sublime
Light given from above
God would not waste His time.
And not believe in love.

And so I ask the heaven’s up on-high.
Do children have to die?
War is hard to comprehend.
And God, you know, we’re all at your command.
You’d need but raise a hand.
And all war would surely end.

No more war, it has to end.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

A PLAGIARISED LOVE SONG
(To original melody)
Though it often seems too trite, whispered in the night
under starlight beaming bright.
I’ll say right then.
“I love you.”

Yet it can’t be thought as wrong, repeating in this song
what won’t take me very long.
To say again
“I love you.”

Clichéd phrase –
delivered through the ages
written down on pages
by dead poets in dull rhymes.
Yet always –
lovers vow and swear it
and never tire to hear it
said to them a million times.

So I’ll look into your eyes, and crystallize the words
boldly written on my heart.
At that moment of pure bliss, as our lips strain to a kiss
when you’ll know they’re really true.
As I plagiarise again the well-worn words
“I love you.”

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TAKING US ALL FOR FOOLS

TAKING US ALL FOR FOOLS
(To tune of “Taking a Chance on Love,” by Vernon Duke & John La Touche (1940))

Here they go again.
Wanting the tax rates low again.
Pipelines flow again.
Taking us all for fools.

Greed un-spools again.
Attacking public schools again.
Spare Wall Street rules again.
Taking us all for fools.

The blame it on immigration
Big job loss scapegoat.
And welcome more automation.
Those machines, they’ll never vote.

No surprise again.
Whose wealth is sure to rise again?
Best hurry, and get wise again.
They’re taking us for fools.

Reprise
Who’s content again?
You guessed, the one percent again.
They own the president again.
Taking us all for fools.

Coal is in again.
And climate change a sin again.
And we’re supposed to grin again?
They’re taking us all for fools.

The billionaires have their own club
Trump’s Cabinet it’s called.
You’d better go find your own bub
Cause from theirs you are blackballed.

Tempers flare again.
Hard to believe they’d dare again.
Denying us health- care again.
Taking us all for fools.

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THE GREAT EXPLAINER

Watching Sunday’s Meet the Press, I was amused by Vice President Pence’s slick effort at trying to explain President Trump’s latest faux pas. Do you wonder what Pence is really thinking?

THE GREAT EXPLAINER
(To the tune of “The Great Pretender,” by Buck Ram as recorded by Tony Williams
and The Platters (1955))

Oh yes, I’m the great explainer
Explaining for President Trump
When he’s uncouth.
And offends the truth.
With a straight-face I rescue the chump.

Oh yes, I’m the great explainer.
When our president’s making no sense.
Then I alibi.
Sidestep and deny.
Trump relies on his friend Mr. Pence.

His mouth is as wide as his ego and pride.
His head thick as lead, does a brain dwell inside?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, I’m the great explainer
Defending what can’t be explained.
His outrageous flair.
Leads to my blank stare.
By the end of the day I feel drained.
And fearing my future is stained.

His mouth is as wide as his ego and pride.
His head thick as lead, does a brain dwell inside?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, I’m the great explainer.
I humor that billionaire snob.
For within my reach.
Should the gang impeach.
Lies my path to the world’s greatest job.
And you thought I’m a sycophant gob?
Well, no minion am I to that slob.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE WORST IS YET TO COME

THE WORST IS YET TO COME
(To the tune of The Best is Yet to Come, by Shannon Greene and Todd N. Terry)

Out of the candidates, we’ve selected the rump.
The words stick in my throat saying President Trump
And now I fear, right here, the worst is yet to come

The worst is yet to come, that’s becoming quite clear
I’m so afraid the harm will be more than I fear

Issuing orders every day.
Brewing un-needed fights.
Closing our borders come what may.
Stepping on precious rights.

The worst is yet to come, cloaked the devil arrives
The worst is yet to come, pray the country survives.

Pray this land survives
He’s certain to go too far.
We used to care about lives.
Let’s not forget who we are.

The worst is yet to come, meaner than it now seems.
The worst is yet to come, out to steal your dreams.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esq.
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