OUR U.S.A.

(To tune of “New York, New York,” by John Kander and Fred Ebb)

Been hitting the booze
Since Trump took the helm
I fear he’ll make a wreck of it
Our U.S.A.

Proclaiming fake news
His threats overwhelm
He’s certain to make dreck of it
Our U.S.A.

A Constitution
To his thinking is just passé’
Believes insanely he’s King.
And all must obey.

Examine the clues
He’s out of his realm
He campaigned for the heck of it
A spoiled kid at play

Now lacking self-control
He might nuke the world to coal
Then Goodbye Trump
and U.S.A.
Our U.S.A.

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BAND ON THE RUN

BAND ON THE RUN
(To the tune of Band on the Run by Paul McCartney and Wings)

Ryan and McConnell,
Playing on their fiddles
Donald’s on the trumpet
Drummer’s Rand
What a band, mama,
What a band!

How’d we ever come down to here?
From admired to the garbage dump.
We sure hit a wrong note somewhere
The band leader was Donald Trump
How’d we ever come down to here?
All we needed was Donald Trump.

Well, the news resounded with a heavy thud
Heard what old Judge Moore had done?
Paul Ryan says to McConnell, hey bud
Are you still having fun?

We’re that band on the run.
We’re that band on the run.
Now the GOP’s Majority
Is poised to be undone
Love that band on the run,
Band on the run
Band on the run,
Band on the run.

Well, Trump was wailing up a health-care bop
But he brutalized the run
And Rand is drumming up another stop.
Tax Reform won’t see the sun
Love that band on the run,
Band on the run
A Trump White House, all cat and mouse
Mueller’s chasing not for fun.

They’re a band on the run
Band on the run

 

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TAX CUTS

TAX CUTS
(To the tune of :”Blue Skies,” by Irving Berlin)

Tax Cuts
Bestowed in a huff.
Ladle out tax cuts.
Trump wouldn’t bluff

Tax games
A Bill no one reads.
Praise the new Tax Law.
Nobody needs.

Voting for a change made in a rush
Congressmen hide. Senators blush
Embarrassing to learn nobody’s knows.
What’s in the bill, they’ve just proposed.

Tax gifts.
Corporate relief.
Another big wealth shift
More Middle Class grief.

Lobbyists are poised, ready to swarm
Capitol Hill. They’ll stir up a storm.
Benefits galore throughout the Code
And no one gives up their Motherlode

Tax cuts
Steal like a thief.
Helping You- Know-Who
Our Commander in Chief.

 
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My iPhone

My iPhone
(To the tune of “My Guy,” written by Smokey Robinson and recorded by Mary Wells)

Nothing I could buy, could make me put aside
My iPhone.
There’s not a book I need, everything I can read
On my iPhone.
My iPhone is my buddy, It belongs in my pocket
At night right beside me it’s charging in the socket.
I’m simply mad about, what I couldn’t live without.
My iPhone.

I google and I’m smart, but not when I’m apart
From my iPhone.
I only know to go, to find what I should know
On my iPhone.
I’m searching and I’m texting and I’m tweeting fast.
Get a screen-light high, my heart is beating fast.
In winter how I love, what I’m holding in my glove.
My iPhone.

Now scientists are finding phones can make you dumb
If you seldom use your brain and only use you thumbs.
Melania should inform President Trump
How his thumbs are getting larger
While his brain’s a stump.

My intelligence wanes, and the doctor explains
It’s my iPhone.
Few people I will meet, cause I rather would tweet
Them on my iPhone.
My iPhone’s an extension of who I am.
My humanity’s dying and I don’t give a damn.
Like an addict getting kicks, always itching for a fix
From my iPhone.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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GOODBYE COMEY

GOODBYE COMEY
(To the tune of “Goodnight Sweetheart,” by Ray Noble, Jimmy Campbell & Reg Connelly (1931))

Goodbye Comey.
On my nerves you’re grating.
Goodbye Comey.
Ends investigating.

Come tomorrow.
My new FBI.
Will bandage the sty.
Confirm my alibi.

Goodbye Comey.
Democrats are whining.
Goodbye Comey.
Who’d suspect bad timing?

Hate stiff Prussians.
Why can’t I love those Russians?
Goodbye Comey.
Goodbye.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg
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NORTH OF THE BORDER

NORTH OF THE BORDER
(To the tune of, “South of the Border,” by Jimmy Kennedy & Michael Carr and featured in Frank Sinatra’s 1958 Concept Album “Come Fly With Me.”)

North of the border from old Mexico.
Down where the Rio Grande lays out its hand
in gentle flow.
The Donald is building a wall soon to grow.
North of the border from old Mexico.

He’s spending a billion to seal-off the land
But he could spend a trillion and still not even understand
These people keep coming, where else can they go?
But North of the border from old Mexico.

In their eyes you can see desperation.
There is violence and chaos about.
And when people have reached desperation.
No silly wall will keep them out.

North of the border we’re really naïve.
Thinking a wall defends when in the end walls deceive.
In shutting them out, we’re shut-in you know.
North of the border from old Mexico.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THAT’S WHY THE COUNTRY’S IN DEEP SHIT

T’S WHY THE COUNTRY’S IN DEEP SHIT
(To the tune of, “That’s Why the Lady is a Tramp,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

Promising jobs that machines will usurp.
Thinks we’re Dodge City and he’s Wyatt Earp.
Doesn’t know Cairo from Prague or Antwerp.
That why the Country’s is deep-shit

Disavows reading, says he knows it all.
Waits by the hot-line for Putin to call.
Bridges are crumbling, he’s building a wall.
That’s why the Country’s in deep-shit.

Rash threats he’s aimed at mad Kim Jong Un.
That psychotic son.
Who spooks
With nukes.

The planet’s warming, with Trump coal’s a hit.
That’s why the Country’s in deep shit.

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OBAMACARE

OBAMACARE
(To the tune of, “Our Love is Here to Stay,” by George Gershwin & Ira Gershwin.)

Obamacare.
Thankfully here to stay.
Another year
Under the ACA

Republicans and the President
Promising to repeal and replace.
Suffered embarrassment.
All of them losing face.

Obamacare.
Mandates the right abhors.
But to be fair.
Millions that law insures.

Donald may grimace and grumble.
Not being humble.
But, “Health-care for all,” we say.
Obamacare
Hooray!

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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DON’T BELIEVE THE GOP

It is richly ironic that the GOP health care replacement bill for Obamacare is poised to sink in the House not because it fails to insure enough Americans but because the most ideological wing of the party believes it insures too many.

DON’T BELIEVE THE GOP
(To the tune of, “Do You Hear the People Sing? (Barricade Song from Broadway Show “Les Miserables,” by Alain Albert Boublil, Claude Michel Schonberg, Herbert Krtezmer & Jean Marc Natel).

Don’t believe the GOP
vowing to benefit your health.
It’s a tax-cut they’re proposing now
to generate more wealth.
Trust the truth inside your head
and not the balderdash you’re fed.
Know this legislation’s telling
you to drop dread.

The Republicans are saying
that your welfare is their aim.
Believe the game they’re playing,
you’ll have no insurance claim.

Don’t believe the GOP.
When have they ever kept their word?
Saying more people will be covered now.
The statement is absurd.
Trust the truth inside your head
and not the balderdash you’re fed.
Know this legislation’s telling
you to drop dead.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE PRESIDENT IS A TROLL

THE PRESIDENT IS A TROLL*
(To the tune of, “The Gentleman is a Dope,” by Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein II, from the Broadway Show “Allegro,” (1947) )

The President is a troll
Don’t take him at his word
He plays a game
But takes no blame
The spectacle’s absurd
The President is a troll
With power to provoke
Flooding the web with his nonsense
With mirrors and self-made smoke

The President loves to grope.
And chaos is his goal
He isn’t suave
No Romanov
He is, No he’s a mole.
The President is a troll
And Twitter is his drug
A trawler inside the world-wide-web
He’ll slime you in time, this slug.

He’s tweets are too crass to mention
He boastfully feels no shame
All done to gain more attention
Does he not know he’s smearing his own name?

The President is a troll.
And trolls are Nazi-Huns.
Taking aim
No guilt, no shame.
At vulnerable ones.
The President is a troll.
The lowest road he takes.
Demeaning the President’s office.
Not seeing how high are the stakes.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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*Post inspired by Amanda Hess article, “Click Bait,” (NYT Magazine, Sunday, March 5, 2017)