Wampum

Wow!!! Great stuff.

Posted by: JWC at January 29, 2004 06:34 PM

To the tune of Springtime for Hitler

Dubya was having trouble, what a sad, sad story
Needed a new victory to restore his former glory
Where oh where was he? Where could that man be?
We looked around, and then we found, the man for you and me,
And now it's ...

Springtime - Bin Laden is History,
Bushland is happy (not gay).
We're marching to a faster pace,
Look out, here comes the master race.

Springtime - Bin Laden is History
Winter for Kerry and Dean.
Springtime - Bin Laden is History
Come on, pundits, go into your meme

with sincere apologies to Mel Brooks

Posted by: Aeolus at January 29, 2004 06:48 PM

Nice job, Dwight! We need more satirical songs and poems in the blogosphere.

P.S. On an unrelated note, did you see this morning's NYTimes?

Posted by: Ross at January 30, 2004 09:16 AM

More satirical songs? Here you go!

Too Much for the Whistle

(To the tune of “Red River Valley”)

Now, it was Ben Franklin who told it, a tale from when he was a boy.
Bright pennies lay there in his pocket, when he spotted a wonderful toy.
A shiny, new whistle – he bought it – but his brothers told him with a laugh,
“You paid far too much for your whistle; you could have had it for half.”

Chorus:

Are we paying too much for our whistle?
It’s the question heard all ‘round the earth.
Are we paying too much for our whistle?
Is it costing us more than it’s worth?

When you see a car ad on your TV, “No interest, and no money down.”
Do you rush right down then and buy one, and drive it all over town,
Where you’re joined by all of those others, in long lines going nowhere?
Then think of the words of Ben Franklin, as you gasp for a breath of clean air.

Repeat Chorus

The president called him “a monster.” the president said, “He’s a threat.”
And, “We’ve got to invade them to save us,” from the weapons we haven’t found yet.
Our forces used “shock and awe” tactics, we rolled over their army with ease,
And took quick control of the oil fields we need to feed our SUVs.

Repeat Chorus

Copyright ©2003 Bob Clayton & Ed Drone

Posted by: Ed Drone at January 30, 2004 02:28 PM

And another one (tune undetermined so far; "Little Old Log Cabin in the Lane" seems to work):

Turn the Boat Around

Verse

Our leader landed on the deck for a killer photo op,
A banner hanging over him, the cameras ran non-stop.
But San Diego could be seen, there in the background,
So the order soon was given, “Turn the boat around.”

Chorus:

Turn the boat around, that’s what we say today.
The course our leader’s setting is exactly the wrong way.
The compass reads “disaster,” you’ve run us hard aground,
So someone tell the skipper, “Turn the boat around.”

Verse

He claimed that he’d found danger right there in white and black,
And the cause of all that danger was in far-away Iraq.
Weapons, terror, poison gas, newk-u-lar missiles, too,
All waiting, primed and ready to target me and you.

Chorus

Verse

So off we went, a-shooting, and we tore ‘em a new one.
With bought-and-paid-for press along, to show us all the fun.
We never found those weapons, the poison gas and such,
And the folks whose land we shot to hell don’t like us very much.

Chorus

Bridge:

And all the while he strutted ‘round in his soldier suit,
This man was selling off the land where so many died
To corporations dear to him and to his friends to boot,
Exclusive contracts with so much to hide.

Verse

This is the “ship of state,” not another “photo op,”
And when it gets to going, it’s damn-all hard to stop.
But if we can turn a carrier to try to fool the press,
Then we can turn the country ‘round, and get out of this mess.

Chorus

Copyright ©2003 Bob Clayton & Ed Drone

Posted by: Ed Drone at January 30, 2004 02:31 PM

*applause*

MadKane-worthy.

Posted by: Elayne Riggs at January 30, 2004 10:08 PM