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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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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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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OBAMA, WHY’D YOU GIVE US HOPE?

The inauguration of President Obama spawned magic inspiration.  He’d promised hope.  His re-election after the Great Recession renewed that promise. Perhaps in his second term things would be different.  Perhaps the Republicans and Democrats would cooperate on the business of governing.  But the GOP has remained entrenched in its take-no-prisoners strategy of destroying the Obama presidency.   And, the President prefers to stay out of the trenches and seems at times rather aloof.  Congressional Democrats facing mid-term elections are worried about their own seats and are want to take risks for the administration’s legislative agenda.  Sadly, no one is terribly surprised by the continuous stalemate.  More sadly, great hope has turned to cruel disappointment.

OBAMA, WHY’D YOU GIVE US HOPE?
(To tune of, “I’ve Got Your Love to Keep me Warm,” by Irving Berlin)

My brain’s exploding.
Blind trust eroding.
These days I feel just like a dope.
Why, you might ask, I feel like a dope?
Obama, why’d you give us hope?

The blame is flying.
The facts they’re frying.
And I just sit around and mope.
Why, you might ask do I sit and mope?
Obama, why’d you give us hope?

Congress is partisan.
A fool would see.
No naïve artisan,
Can change DC

The sabotaging.
The truth massaging.
Anticipating this year’s vote.
Why, you might ask, should I even vote?
Before he won, we’d learned to cope.
Obama, why’d you give us hope?

 

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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PRAY FOR AN ASTEROID

PRAY FOR AN ASTEROID
(To the tune of “Cabaret,” by John Kander and Fred Ebb from 1966 Broadway show “Cabaret”)

Stuck with a congress that sits on its thumbs
We’ve grown beyond annoyed
What will it take to change D.C.?
Pray for an asteroid

One that would shatter and shock all the bums
Of ethics whom are devoid
What will it take to change D.C.?
Pray for an asteroid

Not one to maim,
No blood should spill,
But one to kill complacency there,
Shame a spark of decency there

We’ve tried with voting and beating the drums
Fought lobbyist gangs deployed
What will it take to change D.C.?
Nothing on earth can change D.C.
What will it take to change D.C.?
Pray for an asteroid.

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HE’S RIGHT AND SHE’S RIGHT

HE’S RIGHT AND SHE’S RIGHT
(To tune of “He Loves and She Loves,” by George and Ira Gershwin)

He’s right and she’s right
And they’re right, and we’re right
Righteous as right can be

If I’m right, then you’re wrong
And, what could be more wrong?
 Right is a fantasy

At Chris Columbus every cynic laughed and spat
Certain he’d sail right off a world completely flat
They told him

We’re right and you’re wrong
So, we won’t sing you’re song
For we love our certainty

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S Steinberg, Esquire
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE WISE MEN GONE?

WHERE HAVE ALL THE WISE MEN GONE?
(To melody of “Where have All the Flowers Gone” by Pete Seeger)

Where have all the wise men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the wise men gone?
I’d like to know
Where have James and Thomas gone?
Into books read by no one
We need them to return
We need them to return

Where have all the leaders gone?
Long time passing
Where have our great leaders gone?
I’d like to know
Abraham could lead us yon
Restore a once great spirit gone
We need them to return
We need them to return

Where have all the problems gone?
None is passing
Where have just solutions gone?
They never show
Where have honest people gone?
Not to Washington, not one
We need them to return
We need them to return

Where has this great country gone?
Some say passing
Where has this one nation gone?
Long time ago
Stood up men who sought to be
Men of high integrity
We need them to return
We need them to return

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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