GOODBYE BOEHNER

GOODBYE BOEHNER
(To the tune of, “Goodnight Sweetheart,” by Ray Noble and Jimmy Campbell (1931))

Goodbye Boehner.
Thanks for at least trying.
Goodbye Boehner.
We won’t miss your crying

Compromising put you on the rack.
A right wing attack.
Cruz, the leader of the pack.

Goodbye Boehner.
Colleagues celebrating
are no saner
than that gang debating.

None will govern.
No one like George McGovern.
Goodbye Boehner.
Goodbye.

Goodbye Boehner.
Guess you’ve had one rough night.
Good luck Boehner.
You’re not far enough right.
Traitor, pagan.
Exhume Ronald Reagan.
Goodbye Boehner.
Goodbye.

Lyric © 2015 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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I’VE GOT TO GET AN OFFICE WITH A VIEW

What most concerned incoming freshman House representatives was getting a decent office location, preferably with large rooms and an impressive view.  Thus, lucky charms flashed at the Rayburn House Office Building where the lottery for the order of office selections was held the other day.

I’VE GOT TO GET AN OFFICE WITH A VIEW
(To the tune of, “I’ve Got a Lot of Living to Do,” by Charles Strouse & Lee Adams, from the Broadway musical stage show, “Bye Bye Birdie (1960))

Don’t ask me about immigration.
Most importantly, what I have to do.
On this day, to hell with the nation.
I’ve got to get an office with a view.

If they jam me into a closet.
Lobbyists won’t think, I’m somebody who
keeps his word after their deposit.
I’ve get to get an office with a view.

With a window and view
who won’t assume
I’m a big wheel?
A crucial rep for making a deal.

I must plan for my reelection.
Some prestige, could help me there too.
So I’ll need an envied selection.
What’s climate change? I haven’t yet a clue.
But I know I’ll need an office with a view.
Yes, I’ve got to get an office with a view.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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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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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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IF THEY ONLY HAD A HEART, BRAIN, NERVE

This post deals with the now apparent dysfunction of our entire government:  The House is held hostage by Tea Party anti-government zealots; the Senate has gone nuclear in changing the filibuster rules thereby aggravating already worn working relationships between the two parties; and, the President’s team screws up the health care launch while on foreign policy matters, he spurns speaking softly and carrying a big stick, but, instead, speaks loudly, then lays down his stick.

IF THEY ONLY HAD A HEART, BRAIN, NERVE
(To the tune of “If I Only Had a Heart,” “If I Only Had a Brain,” & “If I Only Had Some Nerve,” by Harold Arlen and E. Y. Harburg, from 1939 iconic film “The Wizard of Oz”)

In the House they’d do real working
Not obstructing, always shirking
Where pretending is an art.
They would act on immigration
‘Stead of fingering the nation
If the House just had a heart

And the Senate would not dither
Like it flitters hither, wither
Treating voters with disdain
There would be no need to muster
Votes to stop a filibuster
If the Senate had a brain

Oh, we the people here.
Vote to have our say.
Politicians take our vote away.
It’s the lobbyists whom they obey

And in the world we’d be respected
All our civil rights protected.
With more confidence and verve.
He would do a lot less talking
‘Bout red-lines, then backwards walking.
If the President had nerve.

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HOW LONG WILL VOTERS PUT UP WITH THIS CRAP?

HOW LONG WILL VOTERS PUT UP WITH THIS CRAP?
(To tune of, Suicide is Painless,” by Johnny Mandel and Mike Altman, the theme song from the movie and T.V. series M*A*S*H)

The sentinels of righteous right
are dangerous and too uptight.
Obstructionism’s losing sight
of what should light this country’s light

Governing’s not tactics.
It takes us only backwards.
How long will voters put up with this crap?

The House defunds Obamacare.
A futile effort, they don’t care.
A world grown skeptical of where
Democracy’s now very weird.

Governing’s not tactics.
They’ve got the whole thing backwards.
How long will voters put up with this crap?

Reform for immigration sits
As yet another good man quits.
For wise men congress is the pits.
So, leave it to the worst nitwits.

Republicans say “trust us.”
No mercy but swift justice.
How long will voters put up with this crap?

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM

RIGHT BACK WHERE WE STARTED FROM
(To tune of, “Right Back Where we Started From,” by Pierre Tubbs and J. Vincent Edwards (1975))

After all the beating of all the drums
We end up right back here where we started from
All that spent, those tidy sums
And we are right back here where we started from

Another great divide
The House and Senate will collide
Just like they did before and naught gets done
Politics impedes
Every bill the country needs
While on the next campaign they’ve all begun

After all the beating of all the drums
We end up right back here where we started from
All that spent, those tidy sums
And we are right back here where we started from

Obama won the vote
He’ll make an effort to promote
Some of his programs for the middle class
The House will just stand by
 Send to committee bills to die
Work of a crippling partisan morass

After all the beating of all the drums
We end up right back here where we started from
All that spent, those tidy sums
And we are right back here where we started from

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