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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WHAT’S SO GOOD ABOUT THE NEWS?

WHAT’S SO GOOD ABOUT THE NEWS?
(To the tune of “What’s so Good About Goodbye?” by Smokey Robinson as recorded by The Miracles)

What’s so good about the news?
All it does is give me the blues.
Read how Trump can get elected
and how Putin is suspected.
Tell me, what’s so good about it?*
I could have done without it.*
What’s so good about the news?

In the Wall Street Journal today.
Read they’ll take my health plan away.
Though I’m healthy, I’m not wealthy.
And I can’t afford miscues.
Tell me, what’s so great about it?
I’d be OK without it.
What’s so great about the news?

Be like Trump and never read.
What a sheltered life I would lead.
Thinking ignorance is blissful
But that man is just abysmal
Tell you what’s so good about it?
We’d all be dumb without it
That’s what’s good about the news.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg except starred (*) lines verbatim from original song.
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YOUNG AND HEALTHY

For the Affordable Health Care Act to be viable from  a cost standpoint, enough young and healthy persons must enroll to offset the higher costs for the elderly and severely ill enrollees with preexisting conditions.

YOUNG AND HEALTHY
(To tune of “Young and Foolish,” by Albert Hague and Arnold B. Horwitt (1954))

Young and healthy
We need you to enroll
Young and healthy
You bring some cost control

Without all the uninsured
Who won’t be sick or ill
Obamacare becomes a poison pill

Because you’re healthy
We profit on you more
Unlike the wealthy
Whose wealth can self-insure.

To balance out the aged
To average out the cost
If we don’t have the young and healthy
We’re lost.

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THEY’VE TOLD ME I MUST CHANGE MY PLAN

THEY’VE TOLD ME I MUST CHANGE MY PLAN
(To tune of, “I Guess I’ll have to Change my Plan,” by Arthur Schwartz and Howard Dietz)

They’ve told me I must change my plan.
The one they said that I could keep when this began
Obamacare has changed the landscape
For every woman, every man

Now I must buy maternity
Though I’m a male and giving birth is not for me.
For some it saves, for others premiums soar
When common sense walks right out the door
And now I’m simply boiling mad
I want to keep the plan I’ve had

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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CRUZ AND RUBIO

CRUZ AND RUBIO
(To tune of, “Here Comes Santa Clause,” by Gene Autry and Oakley Halderman)

Cruz and Rubio
Cruz and Rubio
Pulling another stunt
Filibustering.
Phony Blustering,
as party leaders grunt.

Sounding like two candidates
pretending to be friends
Come the ’16 great debates
they’ll show us how a friendship ends

Cruz and Rubio
Cruz and Rubio
Far right’s brightest pair
Plain folks don’t mean a thing.
Money’s everything.
Brazenly they dare.

“Let’s close the government,” they shout
to make a pointless point
Instead they both should mellow out,
Smoke a medically prescribed strong joint

Cruz and Rubio.
Cruz and Rubio.
Argue who’s more right.
Stop those Mexicans,
some call Texicans.
Deport them out of sight

Even Boehner shakes his head.
They’re way, way off the scales.
Not careful how they make their bed,
they’ll end up sleeping on sharp nails

Cruz and Rubio
Cruz and Rubio
Think they’re Obama’s bane
So unrealistic,
and narcissistic,
Says Senator McCain

If one became the President
the middle class would smart.
Don’t want a right-wing President,
another tin-man there without a heart.

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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THE GOP STRATEGY

THE GOP STRATEGY
(To tune of traditional children’s song, “She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain”)

Shall we vote on immigration?
No, we shan’t.
Shall we vote to fund the nation?
No we can’t.
No, we’ll spend good time on drama,
flaunting health care and Obama,
cause our right-wing delegation
wants to rant.

Shall we go on with obstruction?
Yes we shall.
Keep that R&D deduction
for our pals?
We think Rubio is dreadful.
Of baloney he’s a head full.
But we hate Obama, that’s our
rationale.

Lyric © 2013 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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COME LIVE IN FLORIDA

What does Florida’s Stand-Your-Ground madness say about us? 

COME LIVE IN FLORIDA
(To tune of, “People Will Say we’re in Love,” by Rodgers and Hammerstein from Broadway show “Oklahoma”)

Come live in Florida
We don’t fund mental health
We flaunt monumental wealth
We spend our money on guns

People in Florida
Love dropping names too much
Love violent games too much
We spend our money on guns

We hate Obamacare
Our governor, fed money shuns
Come film, your crime drama here
We spend our money on guns.

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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