BAND ON THE RUN

BAND ON THE RUN
(To the tune of Band on the Run by Paul McCartney and Wings)

Ryan and McConnell,
Playing on their fiddles
Donald’s on the trumpet
Drummer’s Rand
What a band, mama,
What a band!

How’d we ever come down to here?
From admired to the garbage dump.
We sure hit a wrong note somewhere
The band leader was Donald Trump
How’d we ever come down to here?
All we needed was Donald Trump.

Well, the news resounded with a heavy thud
Heard what old Judge Moore had done?
Paul Ryan says to McConnell, hey bud
Are you still having fun?

We’re that band on the run.
We’re that band on the run.
Now the GOP’s Majority
Is poised to be undone
Love that band on the run,
Band on the run
Band on the run,
Band on the run.

Well, Trump was wailing up a health-care bop
But he brutalized the run
And Rand is drumming up another stop.
Tax Reform won’t see the sun
Love that band on the run,
Band on the run
A Trump White House, all cat and mouse
Mueller’s chasing not for fun.

They’re a band on the run
Band on the run

 

Lyric (except for title) © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE WORLD IS FLAT

THE WORLD IS FLAT
(To tune of “I’m Moving Out,” by Billy Joel)

Governor Romney says the rich are your friend
Such friends never pay the kid’s college
Vote for him now, and he says you’ll have a job
Though facts he will never acknowledge.
And if you believe in that
If you believe in that
Soon he’ll be telling you
The world is flat

Congressman Ryan is a heck of a guy
Measure the choice Mitt selected
For Medicare he has a better idea
Trust him if he gets elected
But what’s underneath his hat?
If you believe in that
Soon he’ll be telling you
The world is flat

Refrain:
I fear where these two are at
And if you don’t smell a rat
If you still believe in that
The world is flat

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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MITT AND RYAN

MITT AND RYAN
(To tune of “Love and Marriage” by Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen)

Mitt and Ryan
Mitt and Ryan
Form a ticket that is awe inspirin’
Hear them as they grandstand
Shouting slogans straight from Ayn Rand

Mitt and Ryan
Mitt and Ryan
“Trickle-down” they’re selling but who’s buyin?”
Kneel and pray to Reagan
And if you won’t they’ll call you pagan

To them needing help is weak, “you’re
Lazy, if idle”
Mitt’s foot is always in his mouth
He needs a good bridle

Mitt and Ryan
Mitt and Ryan
Poised to be the bane of plain folks tryin’
To end a hard-times trauma
We don’t need them
We don’t need them
We don’t need them
Elect Obama!

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