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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TAX CUTS

TAX CUTS
(To the tune of :”Blue Skies,” by Irving Berlin)

Tax Cuts
Bestowed in a huff.
Ladle out tax cuts.
Trump wouldn’t bluff

Tax games
A Bill no one reads.
Praise the new Tax Law.
Nobody needs.

Voting for a change made in a rush
Congressmen hide. Senators blush
Embarrassing to learn nobody’s knows.
What’s in the bill, they’ve just proposed.

Tax gifts.
Corporate relief.
Another big wealth shift
More Middle Class grief.

Lobbyists are poised, ready to swarm
Capitol Hill. They’ll stir up a storm.
Benefits galore throughout the Code
And no one gives up their Motherlode

Tax cuts
Steal like a thief.
Helping You- Know-Who
Our Commander in Chief.

 
Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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KICKING THE CAN ON DOWN THE ROAD – 2014

Were congress a car it would have only one gear – political overdrive – no neutral, no reverse, and certainly no work-on-governing drive. With mid-term elections looming near and 2016 positioning already begun, congress is in lock-down.  Immigration reform, tax reform and other serious issues languish while our glorious constitutional institution kicks the can on down the road some more.  I’m republishing a 2011 post, with minor editing changes, to show how some things never change.

KICKING THE CAN ON DOWN THE ROAD
(To tune of “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” by Burt Bacharach and Hal David)

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 in an election year 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 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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4 MILLION WORDS

The U.S. Internal Revenue Code (Code) is said to contain 4 million words (See, “Taming the tax doe beast,” by George Will, Washington Post). There are 884,421 words in Shakespeare’s 43 works (www.opensourceshakespeare.org/stats/).  Which is more worthy of its wordiness?  Tax reform is sorely needed.

4 MILLION WORDS

(To the tune of folk song, “500 miles,” by Hedy West, recorded by many including The Journeymen and Peter Paul and Mary)

Try to read the Code my son
You’d be dead before you’re done
It would take a life to run
4 million words

Words that no one understands
Try and you’d throw up your hands
No one begged for or demands
4 million words

4 million words, 4 million words
To enact 4 million words
Breeds a fact that is absurd
4 million words

What brings dread? What brings fear?
I would rather read Shakespeare
Must we deal with every year?
4 million words?

With each tax return you file
Words are added by the mile
Stir that cauldron of tax bile
4 million words

4 million words, 4 million words
Do we need 4 million words?
Nay, ‘twas politics that spurred
4 million words

Lyric © 2013 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TAXPAYER RELIEF

TAXPAYER RELIEF
(To the tune of “Learning the Blues,” by Delores Vicki Silvers, made popular by Frank Sinatra in 1950s)

Verses
Some thought it was good news
Tax rates aren’t rising
Not so for the well-off
Who are now realizing
They’ll pay the piper
And the pain won’t be brief
And that’s what they’re calling
Taxpayer relief

But even the workers
Will notice their net-pay
Decline from a tax-hike
From the party they’d let play
Mean fiscal war-games
‘Gainst the Dems and the chief
Who’ve passed what they’re calling
Taxpayer relief

Bridge 1
The AMT should never touch
The middle class no-how
So, when they pass a patch we
Shouldn’t need
How dare they take a bow

Verse
To add to the insult
You’ll lose your exemptions
And all those deductions
Will phase-out, need I mention
On your investments
A new tax pours on grief
And this they are calling
Taxpayer relief

Bridge 2
And tax reform’s a word we’ve heard
That always seems to vex
For every time they say reform
The Code grows more complex

 Verse
And now they’re preparing
To forge the next battle
On spending and budgets
Loudly sabers will rattle
Always repeating
Same old crime like a thief
Till congress reforms though
We’ll get no relief

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TAXES ARE HERE TO STAY

TAXES ARE HERE TO STAY
(To the tune of “Our Love is Here to Stay” by George and Ira Gershwin)

It’s very clear
Taxes are here to stay
Each day and year
We are the taxman’s prey

One hears that Congress cut spending
Of taxation ending,
By those presumed to know
After whose re-election
Wither their votes do go

And so I fear
Taxes are here to stay
Yet don’t despair
Reform is near they say

Obama’s health care may crumble
Tax brackets tumble
Tea Parties lead the way
But taxes are here to stay

Extra verse

So grin and bear
Taxes are here to stay
Unjust, unfair?
Tax is the price we pay

 For love of civilization
Freedom and nation
Here in the U.S.A.
Taxes are here to stay.

Lyric © 2011 by Robert S. Steinberg
All rights reserved

Previously published in American Bar Asssociation, Tax Section
News Quarterly, “Tax Bites,”  Vol. 30, No. 4, Summer 2011.