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.

Lyric © 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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HATE OBAMA

The Republican Party, now the majority in Congress, has pushed the same agenda as when it was in the minority. But, is hate an agenda?

HATE OBAMA
(To the tune of “Oklahoma” by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, from the Broadway Show of the same name).

Hate Obama
is the mantra of the GOP.
“He’s a communist.”
“He’s on our list.”
For Republicans, an enemy.

Hate Obama
in the congress when he gives a speech.
‘Stead of loud applause
you’ll hear guffaws
when he says solutions are in reach.

You knew if we woo the fat cats
naturally we would loath Democrats.

And so we state: (“There’ll be)
“No intelligent debate.”
“Compromise is off the plate.”
We’re out to scuttle Obama,
for Obama we – H-A-T-E, H-A-T-E.
Obama we hate.

 

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THAT’S NOT ALRIGHT WITH ME – 2015

Congress is back in session.  What? No shouts of Hooray?  The reaction one hears is more like:

 Here we go again
The circus is in town
Congress is in session
Pick your fav’rite clown.

(To tune of “Catch Us if You Can,” by Dave Clark and Lenny Davidson of the Dave Clark Five.”

The problem is that our duly elected guys and gals by and large don’t measure  up to the task at hand. Yes, the GOP is the new ringmaster; but, not one act has changed since I first posted this lyric in 2012.  I republish it now with minor modifications.

THAT’S NOT ALRIGHT WITH ME
(To tune of “It’s Alright with Me,” by Cole Porter)

They’re the wrong gang
For a grim task
All those politicians
Wear a thin mask
And so I ask
Why the hypocrisy?
That’s not alright with me.

How they court us
And adore us
Then when we elect them
They ignore us
They’re not for us
We can’t move D.C..
That’s not alright with me

This is one more congress I’d like to forget
What strange disenchantment I feel
With Super Pac money, what they want they’ll get
And we’re all left with bitter lemons to peel

Maybe I’m right
Maybe you’re right
Maybe we’re both wrong
And yet we all fight
But we just might,
Solve the problems we see
If we’d find some harmony
And that’s alright
That would be alright with me.

Lyric © 2015, 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS (2014)

CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS (2014)
(To tune of “Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas” by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane, as performed by Judy Garland in film, “Meet Me in Saint Louis.”)

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
With a last Hurrah!
Sounds familiar: Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
What a spending bill.
Stuffed with so much pork it’s smelling like road-kill.

Tis the season of merriment
To the Senate send some elves
And to the house where smug members rent
Seats and represent themselves.

Next year we will have another congress.
An angry one, and-how!
We may come to wish for this pathetic sow
And Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas now.

Reprise
Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas.
Isn’t Chutzpah bold?
They’ve upped campaign funding limits by ten-fold.

Why three-cheers for the candidates?
In all fifty states? What for?
Millionaires have selected them.
And elected them. What’s more –

Next year we will have another congress.
A better one? No – how!
We may come to wish for this pathetic sow
Your congress wishes you a Merry Christmas now.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg
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GOODBYE CONGRESS

GOODBYE CONGRESS
(To the tune of, “Goodnight Sweetheart,” by Ray Nobel & Jimmy Campbell (1931))

Goodbye Congress,
ends another session.
Goodbye Congress,
Midterms have you guessin’.

You’ve done nothing,
the while you were here.
So, go off somewhere.
Somewhere and please stay there.

Immigration
sits while you purport to,
serve the nation.
If we could deport you,
There’d be,

No more voting.
No more endless self-promoting.
Goodbye Congress.
Goodbye.

© 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg,
Esquire All rights reserved.

 

SUE! IMPEACH HIM!

SUE!  IMPEACH HIM!
(To the tune of “Love and Marriage,” by Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen, made popular by Frank Sinatra (1955))

Sue!  Impeach him!
Sue! Impeach him!
Hear a lesson from the House to teach him
No black rules this nation.
They’d revisit segregation.

Sue! Impeach him!
Sue! Impeach him!
What a brilliant bit of dirt to reach him.
Those in fear of borders
Abhor Presidential orders.

Ask why, every law’s impeded?
Your congress, a dear friend.
Ask what, what is sorely needed?
A swift kick, in their rear end.

Sue! Impeach him!
Sue! Impeach him!
Even democrats we’re told beseech him.
With the midterms looming
What Senate chances is he dooming?

Ask why, compromise is dead here?
Political tactics.
Ask what’s going on to dread here?
Cynical theatrics.

Sue! Impeach him!
Sue! Impeach him!
What else can they do cause they can’t bleach him?
Plays like a teenage drama.
How they sabotage Obama.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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LET’S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF – 2014

Pat Buchanon recently said that immigration could split the USA into two countries.  Immigration is but one of many issues that spark partisan outbursts that grow increasingly strident.

LET’S CALL THE WHOLE THING OFF
(To tune of “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off” by George and Ira Gershwin)

Intro
Things have come to a great impasse
And the blame flies “tit for tat”
The Republicans want one thing
But the Democrats don’t want that
Oh I fear a sad end we’ll see
Will democracy fall flat?
This great nation born, no longer one
Something must be done.

Verses
You’d cut spending, with budget axes
I’d trim spending, and edge up taxes
Spending, taxes, budget axes
Let’s call whole thing off

I say public, and you say private
You’d kill health care, and I’d revive it
Public, private, kill re-vive it
Let’s call the whole thing off

Bridge
But oh, if we call the whole thing off
Then we might start to think
And oh, given proper thought
We might do what we ought

Verse
Cut big spending, and raise some taxes
Stop pretending, to grind no axes
Feed-up, knowing
To hell the country’s going,
The people call the politics off
Let’s call the whole thing off

Additional verse
You’re against, Latin immigration
I say immigrants, build a nation
Immigration, build a nation
Let’s call the whole thing off

Bridge 2
For oh, lest we call the whole thing off
We might just fall apart
And oh, if we fell apart
Well that would break my heart

For this nation’ founders, were wise and dreamers
But their dream flounders, when used by schemers
Fed up, knowing, to hell the country’s going
People call the politics off
Let’s call the whole thing off

Lyric: © 2011, 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg
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OBAMA, WHY’D YOU GIVE US HOPE?

The inauguration of President Obama spawned magic inspiration.  He’d promised hope.  His re-election after the Great Recession renewed that promise. Perhaps in his second term things would be different.  Perhaps the Republicans and Democrats would cooperate on the business of governing.  But the GOP has remained entrenched in its take-no-prisoners strategy of destroying the Obama presidency.   And, the President prefers to stay out of the trenches and seems at times rather aloof.  Congressional Democrats facing mid-term elections are worried about their own seats and are want to take risks for the administration’s legislative agenda.  Sadly, no one is terribly surprised by the continuous stalemate.  More sadly, great hope has turned to cruel disappointment.

OBAMA, WHY’D YOU GIVE US HOPE?
(To tune of, “I’ve Got Your Love to Keep me Warm,” by Irving Berlin)

My brain’s exploding.
Blind trust eroding.
These days I feel just like a dope.
Why, you might ask, I feel like a dope?
Obama, why’d you give us hope?

The blame is flying.
The facts they’re frying.
And I just sit around and mope.
Why, you might ask do I sit and mope?
Obama, why’d you give us hope?

Congress is partisan.
A fool would see.
No naïve artisan,
Can change DC

The sabotaging.
The truth massaging.
Anticipating this year’s vote.
Why, you might ask, should I even vote?
Before he won, we’d learned to cope.
Obama, why’d you give us hope?

 

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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KICKING THE CAN ON DOWN THE ROAD – 2014

Were congress a car it would have only one gear – political overdrive – no neutral, no reverse, and certainly no work-on-governing drive. With mid-term elections looming near and 2016 positioning already begun, congress is in lock-down.  Immigration reform, tax reform and other serious issues languish while our glorious constitutional institution kicks the can on down the road some more.  I’m republishing a 2011 post, with minor editing changes, to show how some things never change.

KICKING THE CAN ON DOWN THE ROAD
(To tune of “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” by Burt Bacharach and Hal David)

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 in an election year 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

Lyric © 2011, 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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