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

Lyric © 2011, 2014, 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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WE HATE OBAMA

A Political cartoon in the Miami Herald (Sunday, 11/9/14) depicts the GOP agenda as “Hate Obama.” Actually, there is a second prong to its agenda: repay the special interests that donate cash to GOP campaigns.

WE HATE OBAMA
(To the tune of “We’re in the Money,” by Harry Warren & Al Dubin, from the film “Gold Diggers of 1933”) )

We hate Obama.
We hate Obama.
To hell with governing
No help from us he’ll get.

We know our role now.
Who’s in control now?
Think special interests?
Brother, that’s a sure bet.

When money is the story.
There’s a payback soon due.
Think things are honky-dory?
Use your common sense.
That’s influence.

We hate Obama.
We hate Obama.
Here in the Capitol
It’s capital we love.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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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.

 

IVE GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO DISGRACE

IVE GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO DISGRACE
(To tune of, “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face,” by Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe, from the 1956 Broadway Show and 1964 film “My Fair Lady)

I’ve grown accustomed to disgrace
from what is broken in DC.
I’ve grown accustomed to the noise
of politics, the ploys,
No highs, just lows.
Embarrassing, but shows

Are what’s expected up there now
Can one respect dishonesty?
Who had declared our independence
were extraordinary men.
Sorely we could use a
Thomas Jefferson again.

But he is nowhere in that place.
There’s none like him around.
So, I’m accustomed to disgrace.

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

 

CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS – 2013

CONGRESS WISHES YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS – 2013
(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 no Food-Aid bill
Next year you’ll be hungrier than ever, still

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
Best keep out of sight.
You may be deported right on Christmas night

So upset are Tea Partiers
That their party is, on ice
And the Dems get so haughty then.
Being naughty and, not nice

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas.
Better plug the dikes.
Flood insurance premiums are due for hikes

Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas.
Another session’s done
Next year won’t be better but you’ll have your gun

(Extra verse)
Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas
Out of work? Life’s hard?
No more monthly benefits, your Christmas card.

Should be the season for merriment.
To the Senate send, some elves.
And, to the house, where smug members rent
Seats and represent themselves.

Next election let’s vote to un-tether
What’s been a rich milk cow
Until then, we’re stuck with this pathetic sow.
And, Congress wishes you a Merry Christmas now.

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE THE HOUSE

THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE THE HOUSE
(To tune of “There is Nothing like a Girl,” by Rodgers and Hammerstein from the Broadway show and movie, “South Pacific.”)

There is no place like the House
Nothing’s like the House
Need a venue to delouse
There’s a thriving nest in the House

Nothing else can make us grouse
Like that noble House
Hearing muck that they espouse
We’d be better off with no House

Nothing irks like the House
Has more jerks than the House
Never votes like the House
Self-promotes like the House

There’s not a thing that’s wrong in the country here
That’s not made worse when they interfere
That greedy, arrogant
smugly partisan,
House

There is no place like the House
Sitting in D.C.
In a bar with patrons soused
Hear more wisdom than in the House

There is no place like the House
With complacency self-dowsed
Light a fire in there to rouse
Elected imbeciles of that House

Nothing lies like the House
Then denies like the House
No place smells like the House,
Reason quells like the House

Who’s spent 40 votes on Obamacare?
Where obstruction’s all that members dare
That servile, petty and
gross incompetent
House

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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