THIS GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN IS REALLY BAD NEWS

THIS GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN IS REALLY BAD NEWS
(To the tune of “Learnin’ the Blues,” by Delores Silvers and recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1955)

The airports are crazy
Those lines are abysmal.
The president’s smiling
His compassion is dismal.
Glad I’m not wearing
The president’s shoes.
This government shut-down
Is really bad news.

Whose pockets are empty?
Those workers without pay
Trump’s pockets have plenty.
What does he know about pay?
He’s still been tweeting
Same garbage he spews.
This government shut-down.
Is really bad news

When Trump’s at home alone
He’ll build a wondrous Lego wall.
And just as Humpty-Dumpty fell.
You know right off of that wall he’ll fall.

The people grow angry.
And feeling deserted
The president’s happy?
With his polls now inverted?
Prayers of impeachment
Are heard in the pews
This government shut-down
Is really bad news

Reprise
He won’t back-down now
His ego would bruise.
But this government shut-down
Is really bad, really bad, really bad news.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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PLEASE MISTER PRESIDENT

PLEASE MISTER PRESIDENT
(To the tune of “Matchmaker, Matchmaker” by Jerry Bock & Sheldon Harnick from the Broadway Musical Fiddler on the Roof (1964) and film adaptation (1971))

Please Mister President
Please no more lies
We are not fools.
You can’t disguise.
What isn’t true simply saying is true
Just look at your beady-eyes.

Now Mister President.
You still have time.
Almost two years.
To upward climb.
Out of the gutter and into our hearts.
Assuming you’ve done no crime.

For George learn to be a leader.
For Honest Abe to be wise.
For Thomas become a reader.
Your ignorance leaves you to fantasize.

Please Mister President we’re so afraid
With Satan we fear a deal has been made.
To get elected a deal like with Faust
And with all our souls you’ve paid.

Lyric © 2019 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TRUMP’S WAY

TRUMP’S WAY
(To the tune of “Witchcraft,” by Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh as recorded by Frank Sinatra (1957))

There’s rationality.
And there’s civility.
Then there’s stupidity.
That’s Trump’s Way.

(Extra verse not in original song)

Most people whom you meet.
Who think and are discrete.
Would not insult by tweet.
That’s Trump’s Way.

Lord knows he’s reprehensible.
His Side-show’s indefensible.
Follows no comprehensible rule.

And that’s Trump’s Way.
That’s just Trump’s Way.
And that way is to behave so uncool.

Who knows where he is leading us.
Baloney he keeps feeding us.
But soon he will be needing us. You’ll

Not feel like one big chump.
To have elected Trump.
Next go-round when we dump this fool.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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