SO-WONDERFUL, DC.

SO-WONDERFUL, DC.
(To tune of “S’ wonderful,” by George and Ira Gershwin)

Intro:
How’d this sad day come?
From a grand intent
Get congress off its bum. 
No one ever meant
Sequester to occur.
But madmen see not sun.
Loud blamers do aver,
And argue who has won.
Why should we fain to be surprised?
In D.C. victory is prized

Verses:
Democrats,
Republicans,
Still battling in
D.C.

Senators, and
Congressman,
“You play to win,”
Agree.

Bridge:
They’ve made DC so partisan.
Like cats and dogs there’s just no parting them.

Verse:
A President
Too hesitant
Who’s looking out,
For me?

Bridge 2:
Big heads have turned rock-hard again.
Fashion’s an Archie Bunker cardigan.

Verse:
Correction-proof,
Election-proof,
Unchanging as,
The sea.

Bridge 3:
They’ve wrought blood-letting politics.
Unnerving as those awful horror flicks.

Verse:
So, “those with pull”
So, full-of-bull
So-wonderful,
D.C.

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HOW DO YOU MAKE A CONGRESS GOVERN?

HOW DO YOU MAKE A CONGRESS GOVERN?
(To tune of “How Do you Keep the Music Playing,” by Michel Legrand and Alan and Marilyn Bergman)

How do you make a congress govern?
How do you make it work?
How do get them to do the job they shirk?

How do you keep your optimism?
When it’s a cynic’s town
How do you right a system turned upside down?

I thought they’d surely have to bend to sequestration
They‘ve played with fire and now I’m so afraid
They’ll put the party line above a nation
God help the nation!

If we would choose the best of people
Who’d work for us not gain
Then we might see real compromises there,
No self-made crises, when,
Our voice is heard again.

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg
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THE FISCAL CLIFF

THE FISCAL CLIFF
(To the tune of “Charade” by Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer from film “Charade” (1963))

Stand on the fiscal cliff
Fate of own imposing
Big budget cuts
No ifs or buts
Due to a stubborn rift

Breathe in the fouling whiff
Campaign mud decomposing
“Sequester” is lame
A dumb high-jinx game
Pray that the winds will shift

When the economy
Needs some help, a nudge
One hears but brinkmanship
Neither side will budge

Plays like some dream-worn riff
Song of a just-supposing,
“Both sides shook hands
Heard our demands”
Fantasy’s grandest gift

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