ONE MORE TIME

ONE MORE TIME
(To tune of Who Will Buy by Lionel Bart from 1968 film Oliver, which was based on the 1960 London West End musical of the same name)

Who will end this horrible feeling?
Feel so bad, I swear I might die
Who will end the slaughter of our children?
So many guns out there to buy

By and by, one engineered for killing.
Does its job, the logic here defies
Children die and no one’s even willing
To challenge those gun-lobby guys

And when we’re looking in our mirrors
How do we face ourselves each day?
And who when finally meet their maker
Will hide those cards from NRA

There’s no time, another sad mass shooting
One more crime committed right here by
Those who sob inside remaining silent
Refusing to oppose the lie
Allowing anyone to buy
Another weapon one more time

Lyric © 2018 by Robert S. Steinberg
All rights reserved

WELCOME TO ABSURDUM

WELCOME TO ABSURDUM
(To original melody)

Welcome to Absurdum
A place they used to call America.
And if you’re coming to the USA
Best pack a bullet-proof vest.
All the crazies live here.
Loaded guns everywhere.
So you’d better steer clear.
God bless America.

Welcome to Absurdum
Now look who’s vying to be president.
An egomaniac with a coif.
A lady who wants to wear the pants.
Soon the crazies will vote.
“Open-carry” promote.
Privacy’s in the moat.
Liberty’s a game of chance.

Welcome to Absurdum
A place they used to call America.
Honest Abe’s restless grave.
Sees us fooled all the time.
Oligarchs plot and rule.
Lobbyists selling mule.
Try to live on a dime.
God bless America.

© 2016 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
All rights reserved

ISN’T IT A PITY?

This post speaks to the shameful failure of congress to enact even modest gun control legislation supported by a large majority of Americans.

ISN’T IT A PITY?
(To tune of, Isn’t it a Pity?” by George & Ira Gershwin)

 Here we are again
A task undone
Still any fool
Can buy a gun
Isn’t it a pity, that we can’t vote today?

 Join the NRA
They’re not ashamed
If he’s unarmed
The victim’s blamed
Isn’t it pity, that we can’t vote today?

To think of all those sessions wasted
All that cajoling
Telephoning, polling
The turkey’s basted
By the gun lobby
And us? We’re just a hobby.

 Send a message clear
Next time we vote
We have the cure
The antidote
But, isn’t it a pity, that we can’t vote today?

Lyric 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

THEY SAY IT’S WONDERFUL

THEY SAY IT’S WONDERFUL(To tune of, “They Say it’s Wonderful,” by Irving Berlin, from 1946 Broadway show “Annie Get Your Gun.”)

 Verses:
They say that owning a gun
Is wonderful,
It’s wonderful,
So they say.

And to be holding a gun
Is wonderful,
Wonderful,
So they tell me

 Bridge:
I’ve never pulled a trigger
My joys feel somewhat bigger
I’ve only heard those joining the NRA,
Say,

Verse:
“And if some people are killed
Though terrible, it’s wonderful
To be someone
With a gun.”

Bridge 2:
Say I’m a little dream-ish
Perhaps a bit too squeamish
But I believe this world can be good and grand
And 

Verse:
I’d rather live in a world
That’s beautiful, and wonderful
For everyone
With no guns

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

MY GUN

MY GUN
(To tune of “My Guy,” by Smokey Robinson, as recorded by Motown artist Mary Wells (1964))

Verses:
Nothing you can say
Could make me give away
My gun.
Nothing you could try,
However many die,
Love my gun.
Guns are everywhere
They’re as common as a toaster.
Everywhere I go with my gun
In my holster.
I’ll tell you where I stand,
What’s always in my hand?
My gun.

No mothering state
Will convince me to hate
My gun.
No president-elect
Could make me lose respect
For my gun.
I’ll give my wife a gun
On he day that we marry,
So a baby and a handgun
She can carry.
I’m telling you from the start,
I’m never long apart
From my gun.

Bridge:
Says so in the constitution
I have the right,
I can arm myself,
Armageddon’s in sight.
Buy an automatic weapon,
With a thirty-round clip,
Just another big shot
On an ego trip.

Verse:
Keep your Brady laws
And keep your claws
Off my gun.
Go around unarmed,
But I feel lucky charmed
With my gun.
I may not have much intellect
But when I’ m toting my Glock
I get respect.
And should I go berserk
I’ll shoot some folks at work
With my gun.

 Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

THE G-O-P PLATFORM

THE G-O-P PLATFORM
(To tune of “The Rain in Spain,” by Alan Jay Lerner & Frederick Loewe from “My Fair Lady”)

Verses
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The Ryan plan sounds great
All agree, all agree
There’s Medicare to hate
Pour the tea, pour the tea

The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
Tea partying feels nice
Pour the tea, some more tea
Todd Akin adds some spice
For the tea, for the tea

The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
All bring and share some guns
Sipping tea, sipping tea
Salute your right-wing sons
Over tea, over tea

The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
A toast to laissez-faire
Downing tea, foolish tea
The government strip bare
Over tea, over tea

Bridge
“What’s good about this tea?”
“You’ll be free, you’ll be free”
“If you mean poverty,
That’s not free, not to me”

Verses
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
Who’s healthy in their wealth?
Buying tea, right-wing tea
Who’s on their own for health?
Offered tea, bitter tea

 The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
A cold free market hymn
For the tea, brutal tea
And those who cannot swim?
Swallow tea, drown in tea

The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
Who’d rather sip and drink?
Numbing tea, mindless tea
Feels pleasant not to think
Pour the tea, pour the tea

The G-O-P platform is mainly tea
The G-O-P platform is mainly tea

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved

A COUNTRY THAT WORSHIPS THE GUN

A COUNTRY THAT WORSHIPS THE GUN
(To tune of “You Can’t Get a Man with a Gun,” by Irving Berlin, from Broadway Musical “Annie Get Your Gun.”)

Say It’s your right, that’s freedom
But tell me why you need ‘em?
All those Glocks aren’t free when done
Mourning folks go on paying
For gravestones that need laying
In a country that worships the gun

What’s feels godly or pleasant?
‘Bout killing a poor pheasant
As it climbs skyward towards the sun
Oh, the hunt’s very sporting
When the bird is not retorting
In a country that worships the gun

The sun beats, a hot one
Some moron loads a shotgun
On a dog day of summer, run!
From Oak Creek to Aurora
Could the logic here be poorer?
In a country that worships the gun

Love the gun, Love the gun
No one feels he’s a man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

A gun, handy when rural
On a city street’s immoral
Where a shooting is drive by fun
But they’re happy I’m guessin’
On the board at Smith & Wesson
In a country that worships the gun

And while one cannot stifle
A nut holding a rifle
And a grudge heavy as one ton
Though the devil hath charmed him
In the name of G-d, who’s armed him?
Just a country that worships the gun

Love the gun, love the gun
No one feels he’s a man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

In some states it’s no harder
Than acquiring bottled water
Want to buy ammunition son?
Whereby folks ordinary
Pack arms quite military
In a country that worships the gun

Much more than a hobby
The money-rich gun lobby
Touting sales, many a billion
Sloughs off loss everyone saw
Opposing every gun law
In a country that worships the gun

Love the gun, love the gun
No one feels he’s man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

Though the Second Amendment
Our high Court deems ascendant
There are standing militias none
Therefore citizens voting
Can attend the polls now toting
In a country that worships the gun

Mean on-screen chilling violence
And movie mogul silence,
There’s a crime that should be undone
What country says prayers, while it stares, through the crosshairs?
A country that worships the gun

Love the gun, love the gun
No one feels he’s a man with no gun
Love the gun, love the gun
In a country that worships the gun

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved