Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Blue Hawaii (Blew Hawaii)

"Washington (CNN) -- President Barack Obama is considering at least a short delay to the start of his holiday vacation in Hawaii so he can try to work out a deal with congressional Republicans on the Bush tax cuts that expire December 31, CNN has learned.

Two senior administration officials tell CNN the White House has been getting signals that the lame duck session of Congress could drag on past December 18, when the president is scheduled to depart for Hawaii.

Obama has privately said he is willing to stay in Washington until Christmas Eve if necessary to finish the contentious debate over taxes, the officials said.

While administration officials do not expect that Obama will have to stay in town until Christmas Eve, which he did last year because of health care reform, they believe there could be a delay of at least a couple of days."


Blew Hawaii (Made famous by Elvis)
A Paddy Whack

Just for you, I blew Hawaii
Those mid-terms now are past
And Lame-Duck's chappin' my ass

Just for you, I blew Hawaii
Now it is my last chance
To nail things down.

Don't you see, they should all consider me
Why should we... delay our plans?

Just for you, I blew Hawaii
Just one more DREAM will do
And then I'll fly
to HI
it's true.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

AMERICA

Original AMERICA Written by: neil diamond

AMERICA
a Paddy Whack

Far
We're not travelling far
TSA's wrong
I think I'll take the car

FREE
We no longer live free
All our liberties lost
Bye American Dream

In the fields and on the planes
It's coming to America
Losing what we fought to gain
It's coming to America

Home, now it seems so far away
No one traveling there today
It's the eye of the storm
It's the eye of the storm

Rome, once a new and shiny place
Of its grandeur not a trace
Coming here so be warned
Coming here so be warned

Everywhere around the world
They're laughing at America
Terror Lemmings of the world
They're laughing at America

Got a dream I'd like to share
We must preserve America
To fight the Left I pledge and swear
We must preserve America

We must preserve America
We must preserve America
We must preserve America
We must preserve America
Today, Today, today, today, today

My country's liberty
(today)
Now under tyranny
(today)
Of thee I sing
(today)
Let Freedom Ring!
(Today)

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Bend At the Spine, If you Decline














Johnny Cash's I WALK THE LINE

Bend at the Spine, If you Decline!
A Paddy Whack

They keep a close watch on this airport line
They keep their eyes wide open all the time
And if you Opt Out TSA's guideline
Bend at the spine, if you decline.

Our Constitution makes this very clear
No search and seizure! Fourth Amendment here!
Who is the cause of all this strife and fear?
At the airline, freedom resign.

As sure as liquid's wet and files are sharp
No comfort food or tools, they must depart
Take off your shoes because they aren't so smart
Bend at the spine, if you decline.

If you are Arab, or wear a hijab
You are exempt, it's not the screener's job
Napolitano's orders are macabre
Bend at the spine, if you decline.

They keep a close watch on your private parts
And if you opt out frisk and search will start
Two hours to clear the line til you depart
Bend at the spine, if you decline.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Here we come a Wassailing - a parody

Here We Come A Borrowing
a Paddy Whack


Here we come a-borrowing
Because we are so 'green'
Here we come a squandering
The A-mer-i-can Dream.


Debt for all comes to you
Tax for all your children too
And we'll rob you, and send you
Where Rome has gone before
Vote us out or we will be back for more.


Here we come a-cowering
Free speech is in our sights
Here we come a-glowering
At the 'extremist' Right.


Debt for all comes to you
Tax for all your children too
And we'll rob you, and send you
Where Rome has gone before
Vote us out or we will be back for more.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Because of You

BECAUSE OF YOU

Original Artist: Tony Bennett
Billboard # 1 for 10 weeks in 1951-52
Original Words and Music by A. Hammerstein and D. Wilkinson
From the 1940 movie "I Was An American Spy"

BECAUSE OF ME
(As sung by Obama, Pelosi and Reid)
A Paddy Whack

Because of me our health care's in decline
Because of me there's a new party line
Because of me the dye is cast
Free land of Liberty is past
Those cars now, those czars now are mine.

You'll only live with the power I decree
No paradise now, No land of the free
Because of me the USA's in debt
And you can bet,
Because of me


------ instrumental break ------

You'll only live with the power I decree
No paradise now, No land of the free
Because of me the USA's in debt
And you can bet,
Because of me

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

the Bonanza Theme

A Paddy Whack!
The Bonanza Theme

We count the days
Til we erase the phrase
Obama!
Now we can Hope
To overthrow this joke
Voting for Liberty

Voters high
Vengance nigh
Soon they'll lose their seat!
No more Lies
Freedom Flies
When they taste defeat!

Here we stand
At the crossroads for our grand
Old Nation!
If we don't
Send the message: No We Won't
We'll lose our Liberty

Don't hesitate
Marxists waiting at the gate
Remember!
Get out and vote
I am done with Barry's Hope
Preserve our Liberty!

Thursday, September 30, 2010

For the One Nation March

From the Finale ONE A Chorus Line

[One Nation Marchers]

One March upon our nation
No more baby-step mistakes
One March for we Progressives
We'll do all that it takes
One March On Washington, We're here to see it through
You know Those TEA Party marches were just Doo-Doo

He walks into a room
And you know
He's uncommonly bright, healthy physique
His teleprompter will help him to speak
He walks into a room
and you know from his
Arrogant pose, mouth in a curl
He's the Duke of Hurl
Bowl-ing,
Can't, Help,
All of his qualities bemoan-ing.
Where is his charisma when he's a
Tax Money-laundering, socialist gambler?

One moment with Obama
And we're sure he'll pass the test
And we'll soon restrain the rest
No Guns! Son!

Ooooh! My! Communist intention
Do I really have to mention?
He's the One?!

[TEA Party]

One? What a silly notion
We've been marching all year long
One? such a big commotion
To bad they are all wrong!
One March and suddenly they think we'll all agree
One March and they think their coffee's as good as TEA!

One! Moment left for Congress
'Cause we think they failed the test.
Voting day will put to rest
EACH ONE
Son!

Oooh! Sigh! They have our attention
Do...I...really have to mention?
He's No 'One?
'


Saturday, September 25, 2010

Circle of Life Parody: Our Great Liberty

From my book! Try it, you'll like it! Parody of Circle of Life (Lion King) Elton John and Tim Rice

Our Great Liberty
A Paddy Whack

[chant]
Come on our life is just so sweet here
Oh yes, the USA's a leader
(repeat)

[begin music]
From the day we arrived in this nation
Where from many, we became One
We've loved liberty and equality
To defend our home has got to be done!

There's too much at stake to surrender
For defense, we must remain strong
Hold your banners high
Say "Live Free or Die"
Raise your voice in pledge and in song!

We enjoy living free
And it lifts us all
From despair and hope
With faith and love
Til a beacon we'll be
The whole world yearning
For our Freedom!
Our Great Liberty!

We enjoy living free
And it lifts us all
From Despair into Hope
With Faith and Love!
Til a beacon we'll be
The whole world yearning
For our Freedom!
Our Great Liberty!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

ROCK THE VOTE!

Rock the Vote
From: Hues Corporation #1 Hit "Rock the Boat"

A Paddy Whack

So we'd like to show that, we have emotion
So we'd like to show that, we have the notion

To Rock the Vote, we'll rock the vote baby
Rock the vote, we'll tip the Dems over
Rock the vote, we'll rock the vote baby
Rock the Vo-oh-oh-oh-ote!

Ever since the U.S.A. began
We've fought to keep this strong and prosperous land
She has been our hope from sea to shining sea
Our strength is in our nation that will set you free
Our country needs our love and devotion
We must halt the loss of liberty that is now in motion!

So we'd like to show that, we have emotion
So we'd like to show that, we have the notion

To Rock the Vote, we'll rock the vote baby
Rock the vote, we'll tip the Dems over
Rock the vote, we'll rock the vote baby
Rock the Vo-oh-oh-oh-ote!

Our ship of state has sailed through every storm
And we want someone who'll steer her safely from now on
Oh we need to keep her strong and bold and free
Don't let it drift away, you hear? When TEA Party is YOU.
Our Country needs our love and devotion
We must halt the loss of Liberty that is now in motion!

So we'd like to show that, we have emotion
So we'd like to show that, we have the notion

To Rock the Vote, we'll rock the vote baby
Rock the vote, we'll tip the Dems over
Rock the vote, we'll rock the vote baby
Rock the Vo-oh-oh-oh-ote!





Monday, September 20, 2010

Try in November





Music: Harvey Schmidt
Lyrics: Tom Jones
Book: Tom Jones
Premiere: Tuesday, May 3, 1960


Try In NOvember
A Paddy Whack

Try in November, it's time to remember
When We were Free. No Flags were Yellow
Try in November, it's time to remember
When we all drank that Kool-Aid Jello
Try in November, It's Time to Remember
When all we elected that shallow fellow
Try in November, and if you remember
Then Swallow.

Swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow Swallow, swallow, swallow swallow.

Try to remember, that vote last November
That made us weep into our pillow
Try to remember, that Vote last November
That Dream of Hope a peccadillo
Try to remember the kind of November
When Tea Was a Party about to Billow
Try to remember ! Drink TEA this November
And Swallow!

Swallow (repeats)

Seek this November, we all must remember
Although you know B.O. Will 'foller'
Seek in November, we all must remember
Without a vote we all must 'swaller'
Seek in November a kinder December
And Fire the Pretender that made us 'holler'
Seek this November
We all must Remember
And swallow!




Friday, September 17, 2010

A lullaby for my friends.

Based on Little Surfer Girl by the Beach Boys
Written especially for Jen, Justin and Jack on the occasion of Jack's birth.

Precious Little One (a lullaby)


Welcome precious little one
Made our hearts come all undone
Welcome precious, welcome little one
(little one, our precious little one)

I have waited for so long
Just to find this love so strong
Welcome precious, welcome little one
(little one, little one)

We're gonna face the world together
Mom and Dad, while you grow
In my arms I will hold you
Always so you'll know

So I say from me to you
You are like a dream come true
I Do Love You, love you little one
(little one, my precious little one)

I love you, ah-ahh (repeat)


Friday, September 10, 2010

Teleprompter Song


Here is a rework of a song parody from my book.

Teleprompter Song (the Wichita Lineman/Glenn Campbell)

I am Obama's Teleprompter
I'm the brain that you seek
You would laugh if you could hear
Obama, actually speak

You see he is a dandy liar
Prepared answers rule the day
And this great Teleprompter
Tells him what he has to say!!

He never takes me on Vacation
And that suits me just fine
This part-time job is fine with me
I don't need lobster and wine

And I go to every meeting
I stand tall and lead the way
And this Great Teleprompter
Tells him what he has to say!!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

This Old House


This Old House (Original hit by Rosemary Clooney)

THIS OLD HOUSE

A Paddy Whack


This old House once stood for Freedom
This old House once stood for Life
This old House was once a Beacon
On a Hill once filled with Light
This old House once rang with Honor
This Old House heard many shouts
Now it hurls us into darkness
While Pelosi walks about

CHORUS:
Ain’t a gonna need this House No Longer
Ain’t a gonna need this House No More
Ain’t it time to fix the scandals?
Ain’t it Time to Mop the Floor?
Ain’t it Time to dump Pelosi
And some Sanity re-gain?
Ain’t a gonna need this House no longer
We’re gettin’ ready to end the pain


This Old House is a-gettin’ shaky
This Old House ain’t in control
This Old House spends all our money
This Old House has lost its soul
They say readin’ bills is silly
Just you wait: you’ll feel no pain
And they saddle We the People
With a debt we can’t sustain
CHORUS

This Old House is afraid of red-necks
This Old House is afraid of guns
And Pelosi cries and trembles
When the People say we’re done
This Old House supports Obama
This Old House is on the stomp
Just like him for Socialism
But we’re ready to drain the swamp
CHORUS

This Old House thinks we are sleepin’
They don’t know they’re out the door
Else they’d stop their crazy bail-outs
When the people say no more!
But their evil ways are over
We’ll repeal Obamacare
And elect some better people
Whose philosophy we share!
CHORUS

Friday, August 13, 2010

And I Guess That's Why They Call it the News

Original song: Elton John, Davey Johnstone
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

I Guess That’s Why they Call it the Blues

I Guess That’s Why they Call it the News

A Paddy Whack


They Dish it Today
They look at it like they are so clever
Between you and me they Can’t honestly say
Left Wings will rule us forever

Just smile for today
Just put those demons aside
And it won’t be long before liberty runs
To that place in our hearts where it abides

And I guess that’s why they call it the news
Time we demand we hear truth from those boobs
Drafting our Children, Living off Others
Trashing reporters that go under cover!
And I guess that’s why they call it the news.

Just spare us some grace
Picture our fate in your hands
Cling to the Second without hesitation
And never forget our great Land

Our U.S.A.
Dies in the night without help
Now more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that’s why they call it the news
Time we demand we hear truth from those boobs
Drafting our Children, Living off Others
Trashing reporters that go under cover!
And I guess that’s why they call it the news.

[harmonica interlude]

Our U.S.A.
Dies in the night without help
Now more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that’s why they call it the news
Time we demand we hear truth from those boobs
Drafting our Children, Living off Others
Trashing reporters that go under cover!
And I guess that’s why they call it the news.

And I guess that’s why they call it the news.

And I guess that’s why they call it the news.

And I guess that’s why they call it the news.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

There are no Strings on Me

From Pinocchio Harline/Washington
A reprint from my book. Page 299-300

OBAMA:
I've got no strings
That make me dance
They feed me Lines, Give me a Chance
IF I had strings
They'd bury me
You'll see no strings on me

Hi Ho I'm Barry O.
I'm a puppet don't you see?
I want the world to know
Naught should ever worry thee
You'll see no strings
To make you frown
To tip my hand, with-hold my crown
I have wings
And you will see
Those angel wings on me!

DUTCH PUPPET:
I see no strings
To worry me
We love you by the Zuider Zee
Ya Ya Ya
the Germans too
We're in the tank for you.

FRENCH PUPPET:
I see no strings
Qui parle pour vous?
Les Francais voient votre jeu
Je vois des cordes
Juste entre nous
Qui D'autre parle pour vous?

TERRORIST PUPPET:
We in Al Qaeda know
How to make war ebb and flow
We'd like the world to know
Barry should win place and show!
(Chorus)

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Reprise from my Book: Get You Some Victimhood!

From the song "Little Red Riding Hood" by Sam the Sham and the Pharohs (Ronald Blackwell)

Get You Some Victimhood!
A Paddy Whack©

Owoooooo!
Who's that we see talkin' victimhood?
Why didn't you think that Barry would?
Hey there get you some victimhood
Those prospects look real good
You're everything a big bad liberal could want
Listen to me!

Listen to Hollywood
They all think that Jimmy Carter's good
He's walking to see Mahmoud and Hamas alone
Owooooo!
What big ears you have
The kind of ears that Dumbo has
Why don't you tune in; not cop out
If you won't listen maybe then we'll shout.

What loose lips you have
You hang around with some who're bad
So before you place more Cracker Shame
I think you ought to embrace your middle name!

Some bitter folks have guns to tote
We will need them for our vote
'Cause we don't trust you'll leave our Second Amendment alone.
Owooooo!

Grab you some victimhood
Like the Black Panthers say you should
But we might think they aren't so great so we won't!
Owooooo!

What a big eyes we have
The better to see you plan
Barry Obama-man,
Black or White?
To me you're Tan.

Go on and see naught but race,
Slander us to our face
Maybe you have won the race
But you are a White House disgrace!

Hey there Grab you some Victimhood
Hope sure is sounding good
You're everything that a big bad liberal could want
Owoooo!
I mean Bah!!!!

BAAAAAHHHHH!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Puttin' Down the Ritz






Shabazz says he hates Crackers and thinks they should kill all cracker babies. He faced no punishment from his billy club intimidation at the voting polls. Where is justice today? This is unadulterated racism and it is all coming from Mr. Shabazz and his ilk. Crackers? Ok. Well Call Me RITZ!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OG3PnQ3tgzY This is Taco's Puttin' on the Ritz (with the infamous blackface uncensored) From the original song by Irving Berlin.



A Paddy Whack©
Puttin' Down the Ritz!

If you're through
And want to vote
You might want to
Just take a Note
Black Panthers sit
Puttin down the Ritz

Different types
With billy clubs
Profiling Whites
Ain't that the rub
A 'Racist' fits
Puttin' down the Ritz

Dressed up like a poll watching Invader
Trying hard to look just like Darth Vader
Master Baiter

Come, let's fix
Where Panther-fellers
Walk with sticks
Those vote repellers
In their mitts
Puttin' down the Ritz.

Have you seen the voters run?
Billy clubs are like a gun
Taking notes all based on race
Intimidation on their face
Black tams and narrow minded
White folks to them they're blinded
This is not small-time
Shouldn't this be a crime?

If you're through
And want to vote
You might want to
Just take a Note:
Black Panthers sit
Puttin' down the Ritz

Panther types
With billy clubs
Profiling Whites
Ain't that the rub
A 'Racist' fits
Puttin' down the Ritz

Dressed up like a poll watching Invader
Trying hard to look just like Darth Vader
Master Baiter

Come, let's fix
Where Panther-fellers
Walk with sticks
Those vote repellers
In their mitts
Puttin' down the Ritz.

---music & Tap dancing----

Dressed up like a poll watching Invader
Trying hard to look just like Darth Vader
Master Baiter

If you're through
And want to vote
You might want to
Just take a Note:
Black Panthers sit
Puttin' down the Ritz


Puttin' down the Ritz (repeat)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Another One under the Bus

Queen's Another One Bites the Dust

Another One Under the Bus
A Mrs. Paddy Whack ©

B.O. Walks on down the street
With his limp wrists and his coat
Ain't no sound but the click of his feet
Teleprompter ready to go
Are you ready, are you ready for this
And a photo-op with Joe for a treat!
Over New York's Air Force One
But no Pix are released!

[Pop Pop Pop]
One more under the Bus
[Pop Pop Pop]
One more under the Bus
And another one's gone, and another one's gone
One more under the Bus!

Hey he's gonna get you too!
Another one's under the Bus!
How do you think we're gonna get along?
But it's True! He's all wrong!
He's taken us for everything that we had
And tricked us all along!
Make you happy? are you glassy-eyed?
How long can you stand the creep?
Out of the White House no leadership
Just a Carter Repeat!

[Chorus]
Another one Under the Bus
Another one Under the Bus
Another one Under the Bus
Another one Under the Bus

There are plenty of ways we can save our land
And take away his crown!
We can whack him, attack him, we can take a stand
Believe me he's a clown!
And I'm ready, yes I'm ready for this
I'm ready to deploy the fleet!
Out of the White House new Leadership
We need a corps d'elite!

[Chorus]

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Kalamazoo

http://www.realclearpolitics.com/video/2010/06/07/student_sitting_behind_obama_falls_asleep_during_commencement_address.html
Kalamazoo
A Paddy Whack©

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I'm gonna speak in Kalamazoo
I'm gonna boast
Because I'm the most in Kalamazoo
(zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

Tears they will cry
my my I'm a boob
Soon he's asleep
Does he think I'm a 'bleep'
in Kalamazoo?
(zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

My teleprompter's wired, but I'm just a liar
Like everyday
Is he snorin'?
Secret Service warnin'
"Wake up, Mr. Student" Everything's OK,
A-L-A-M-A-Z-O
Oh, what a speech! a real pile of poo
I'll put a lid
On that sleepy-faced kid
I know what to do

I'm goin' to lie again
I'll be the biggest Hit in Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo) (Zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo)

K (K) A (A) L-A-M-A-Z-O
(Oh, oh, oh, oh what a speech, a real pile of poo)
(I know I'm a bore but don't let that kid snore in Kalamazoo)
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
(Kalamazoo)!!




Friday, May 21, 2010

McNamara's Band


From my book: a Parody of McNamara's Band made famous by Bing Crosby, with a few modifications.

His Names' Barack Obama
a Paddy Whack©

His name's Barack Obama, and he thinks he's something grand
Although he's now the President he came from Lincoln Land
He uses teleprompters and with them he sounds a treat
But when he stumbles off the cuff, he chews on his two feet.

Oh he speaks of change, freedom he'll exchange
and our nation he'll kill with TAX
Pelosi, Reid, they sing his tune, while Barry crowds attracts
And then when he guarantees oodles of loot
that Obamacare demands
A debt to all Americans is the Obama Plan

Right now he's still rehearsin' for some very tough campaigns
A Liberal celebration, the Progressives call for change
When he campaigns for others it is such a sight to see!
They Say, "I never thought Obama'd lose this race for me!"

Oh, he speaks of change, Freedom he'll exchange
And our nation he'll kill with TAX
Pelosi, Reid, they sing his tune, while Barry crowds attracts
And then when he guarantees oodles of loot
that Obamacare demands
A debt to all Americans is the Obama Plan.

Oh remember Jeremiah, it's from Trinity he came
He rants and raves, Obama gave him up to his great shame
And everyone from Rezko to Bill Ayers and Dorhn are crooks
Obama's friends, and in the end, it's him that cooks the books

Oh he says he'll save the planet and with Gore he wears the green
Now Cap and Trade is tailor made for deficits obscene
And then when our energy goes through the roof
We'll blame those bureaucrats!
But, by Jiminy I don't want to be his proletariat!

Oh, he speaks of change, Freedom he'll exchange
And our nation he'll kill with TAX
Pelosi, Reid, they sing his tune, while Barry crowds attracts
And then when he guarantees oodles of loot
that Obamacare demands
A debt to all Americans is the Obama Plan.



Thursday, May 20, 2010

Defeat Goes On


Poster courtesy of Juana Moreau!

Sonny & Cher's The Beat Goes On

Defeat Goes On!
A Paddy Whack©

Chorus:
Defeat goes on,
Defeat goes on
Voters sent incumbents down the drain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Pennsylvania heard the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
Coakley, Deeds, are not the thing, uh huh
Specter, Corzine, no more kings, uh uh

Chorus

The voters now are super smart, uh huh
Revolution's got its start, uh huh
The 'angry mob' is marching as to war
Politically the TEA folks say "No More!"

Chorus

Protests, campaign chests, you get the gist
TEA support for Marco and dumping Crist
The liars keep talking faster all the time
Obama says "hey buddy, lyin' ain't a crime"

And Defeat goes on!
Defeat goes on!
Voters sent incumbents down the drain
la de da de de, la de da de da

Thursday, May 6, 2010

How Much is that Doggie in the Window?



Ann Coulter's article today painted a great picture of Obama's lap-dog posture with regard to Islamists and other foreign leaders who are not our friends.

It inspired this parody. Thanks Ann.

Patti Page's How Much is that Doggie in the Window?

Now, Who Put Obama in the White House?
A Paddy Whack©

Now, who put Obama in the White House? [arf, arf]
The One Rush says he wants to fail?
Now, who put Obama in the White House? [arf, arf]
I do hope Obama derails.

He just took a trip to California
He dropped by the Delta as well
If he had been Bush they would be screamin'
That oil spill is beyond the pale

Now, who put Obama in the White House? [arf arf]
The One Rush says he wants to fail
Now who put Obama in the White House? [arf, arf]
I do hope Obama derails.

I read in the paper 'bout Obama [cough, cough]
And how he said we are to blame
With redistribution his agenda
Our country will ne'er be the same.

I don't want Obama in the White House
I don't want apology tours
I don't want his bowing- it's disgraceful
And the cash that I earn is not Yours!

Now, who put Obama in the White House? [barf, barf]
The One Rush says he wants to fail
Now, who put Obama in the White House?
I do hope Obama derails.




Monday, May 3, 2010

Arizona

Arizona by Mark Lindsay

Arizona
A Paddy Whack©

They must have read the Constitution
They must have heard us say
Shoutin' that we need a sovereign border
Illegal entrance stay
They say they believe in Jefferson and Madison
And Laws with no trace of gray
And all they can do is laugh at her
Profile immigrants is underway!

Arizona, shake off Obama's rage
Arizona, have another look at the world, my myyy
Arizona, step up those alien raids
Arizona, close down that old highway

Mmmmmm Tip off the Feds
They're failing to protect the nation, Isn't that wild?
'cause legal they ain't
it's not 'race' just a little constraint!
Arizona, They scoff at what you do
Arizona, Shut down that old highway!

(Instrumental)

Follow their lead in California
Let Brewer guide the way
Take a strong stand on every border
It's time to have our say
We do all believe in doin' good and brotherhood
And opportunity's our way
But we want our immigrants to do it Legal
Don't you break our laws to stay ay ay

Arizona, shake off Obama's rage
Arizona, have another look at the world, my myyy
Arizona, step up those alien raids
Arizona, close down that old highway

Hey, Arizona, They scoff at what you do
Arizona, we are happy you took the stand, my myyy
Arizona, Shut down invasion blues
Arizona, Shut down that old highway, Go on, hey,
Arizona, shake off Obama's rage...(repeat and fade)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

New Tattoo

Blue Bayou Linda Rondstadt

New Tattoo
A Paddy Whack©

I feel so bad I got a sore behind
I’m so tender; lost my mind
Since I sought a parlor this time
Called New Tattoo

Shaving tickles my behind
Working where the sun don’t shine
Tattoo artist says I’ll be fine
At New Tattoo!

I’m goin’ back someday
Come what may
To New Tattoo
Where the inks are blue
Green and yellow too
They’ll tattoo you
Some have broken hearts
On their body parts
If I could only see
What I put on my bum
I feel so dumb
Oh what could it be?

Wonder what I thought would be right?
When I stumbled in there tonight
Drinking beer and shooters’ a blight
At New Tattoo

Shaving tickles my behind
Working where the sun never shines
Really think I blew it this time
At New Tattoo

I’m going back someday
Come what may
To New Tattoo
Gonna find the shot
That his camera got
Of my ass too!
When I find the truth
I got at that booth
I hope I’ll be relieved
That it isn’t obscene
Maybe just a dream
No permanent deed

[musical interlude]

I just hope I find
A bare behind
No tattooed moon
Or a heart applied
Or some sweet day
Gonna take away
This tattoo I hide
Well now I’m warning you
Don’t you be blue
‘bout New Tattoo

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Read It!

"Beat It" Michael Jackson had a hit with Beat It. In the wake of all the Unconstitutional legislation and the 'pass the bill so we can find out what's in it." Here's my version, as a warning to all those running for office.
Read It!
A Paddy Whack©

[1st verse]
We told them don’t you ever vote Obamacare
Don’t wanna ‘socialize,’ you’d better lend an ear!
The fire’s in our eyes, and our words are real clear
Just Read it, Just Read it!

[2nd verse]
You’re gonna run? You better listen right here
We want a Patriot, no freedoms disappear!
The fire’s in our eyes and our words are real clear
Just Read it, th’Constitution, Man!

[chorus]
Just Read it, (read it), Read it, (read it)
Don’t you make us all repeat it!
Showin’ you Flunky! Wrong isn’t right.
It doesn’t matter who’s Left or who’s Right
Just Read it
Just Read it
Just Read it
Just Read it

[3rd verse]
We’re out to get you, better leave while you can
Don’t be Obama’s toy and push his Marxist plan!
You wanna survive, Better do what you can
Just Read it, Just Read it

[4th verse]
You need to show us that you’re fully prepared
You’re playing with our lives, this ain’t no truth or dare
They’ll trick you, and they'll bribe you,
Then they’ll tell you it’s fair
So Read it, th’Constitution, Man!

[chorus]
Just Read it, (read it), Read it, (read it)
Don’t you make us all repeat it!
Showin’ you Flunky! Wrong isn’t right.
It doesn’t matter who’s Left or who’s Right
Just Read it, (read it), Read it, (read it)
Don’t you make us all repeat it!
Showin’ you Flunky! Wrong isn’t right.
It doesn’t matter who’s Left or who’s Right
Just Read it (echo)
Read it, read it, read it
Read it, read it, read it
(repeat Chorus)

Monday, March 29, 2010

If I Had a Stammer

IF I HAD A HAMMER (The Hammer Song)
words and music by Lee Hays and Pete Seeger

If I Had a Stammer
A Paddy Whack©

[Ever notice how Barry Stammers without his teleprompter? Here’s the latest]:

If I had a Stammer
I’d stammer in the Morning
I’d stammer in the Evening
All over this land
I’d stammer out Health Care
I’d stammer Global Warming
I’d stammer out Hope and Change, my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a bong
I’d smoke it in the morning
I’d smoke it in the evening
While I hatched my plans
I’d huff and puff for ego
I’d huff and puff for power
I’d huff and puff that I’m the One, the hope and change you’re needin’
All over this land

If I had a Plan
I’d plan it like Alinsky
I’d plan with Cloward-Piven
All over this land
I’d plan to end freedom
I’d plan to tax your earnings
I’d plan to bring a Marxist State to you and all your children
All over this land

Now I’ve got a stammer,
And I’ve got a bong,
And I’ve got a plan to bring
All over this land.
It’s the stammer of Incompetence
It’s the bong of Arrogance
It’s the plan to bring a Marxist State to you and all your children
All over this land

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Ravin'


TheRaven by Edgar Allan Poe

The Ravin’ by Mrs. Paddy

Once upon a Congress clearly, while we marched on weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious Patriot-begotten shore,
While we chanted, singing, clapping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone fiercely rapping, rapping on their chamber door.
‘Tis some Patriot,’ they muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door-
Only fools, and nothing more.’

Ah, distinctly I remember it was from that bleak November,
And each Democratic Member wrought their will upon the poor.
Painfully I glimpsed the morrow; - vainly we had sought to borrow
From our Land surcease of sorrow – Standing on the Nation’s floor.
From the base and ignorant maiden, who is Nancy, Barry’s whore.
Shameless there for evermore.

And Obama, sought to woo us, sought his way and looked right through us
Pained us – Changed us with fantastic errors never seen before;
So that now, to keep repeating, Patriots began entreating
Speaking loud and oft repeating, beating on the Chamber doors-
Like inquisitors repeating, ‘Read the Constitution, or-
You’ll be gone,’ and nothing more.

Presently our ire grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
‘Sir’ said I, ‘or Madam, truly your attention I implore;’
But the fact is we were napping, and so gently laid your trapping
And so boldly you were scrapping, scrapping all we loved before,
That I scarce believed you’d do it – Shred the Constitution more!
But you have, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, watching die the dreams our children dream no more.
And the silence was unbroken, and the sleeping stayed un-woken,
And the only words there spoken were behind the chamber doors!
Reid and Nancy and Obama murmured back ‘Free? Nevermore’
Only this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, Patriot soul within me burning,
From a riled and angry nation, soon I heard a loud commotion,
‘Surely,’ said I, ‘Surely hear us, you should know you need to fear us;
Tyranny is not a notion, geared to fill us with devotion-
If you’ll stop and think a moment! Hear our pleas are not emotion-
‘Tis our Right, and nothing more!

Listen now, no need to stutter, We’re not riff-raff from the gutter
We are here a last assembly to preserve our nation’s soul
We don’t owe you our attention; you must fail in your intention
To destroy our hallowed nation, Bankruptcy is your clear goal.
We will fight you, we’ll remove you, think you clear of anger’s toll?
You’ll be gone, and something more!

When our Liberty is reeling, and sick hubris you are feeling
By the graves of founding Fathers’ and the Constitution swore
‘Though our battle is but started, soon from your seat you’ll be parted’
Ghastly law to serfdom send us, but we’ll yield you nothing more.
Tell me how you’ll face your nation, all your souls sold like a whore?
List’ the People: “Nevermore!”

I marveled at the stinking process and discourse you sought to boss us
Listened not unto your people – little relevance we bore;
Made no difference that we phoned! We faxed and marched! Will you atone?
We the People have lost patience with the Congress on the Floor
House and Senate both imperial; both corrupt unto the core
Liberty cries; “Nevermore.”

But the Congress and Obama, press upon us one more drama
As if one-sixth of our nation isn’t big enough to score
Sitting with his fingers steepled, ramming healthcare on the people
Setting up a monster program; geared to gut us to the core
A hundred and ten new bureaus forming, taxing all we have and more
Only Tax: and Nothing more.

But Obama sits there smiling, Democrats their vote beguiling
Another loss of freedom stripping, stripping from the nation’s core
And he spits upon our freedom, thinks no bill of rights we’re needin’
And the Patriots see their future, filled with promise nevermore
See the empty days before us, As we sing in dreadful chorus
USA is Nevermore.

Startled at the stillness broken by the word so aptly spoken,
‘Doubtless,’ says he, ‘what you utter is just hype and nothing more’
‘I will be your lord and master. It is not a great disaster
I just hope to change you faster! Faster than the Bush of yore.’
And with melancholy faces, Change is here. And hope? No more.
Liberty is Nevermore.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Deem a Little Scheme this Week

So, the latest manoever is to 'deem' the bill passed with amendments that nobody has seen (Nan says we have to pass it first; then we can see what's in it!) thereby skipping that pesky routine of actually voting! Of course, a vote would put everyone on the record for this POS legislation that will destroy our liberty and hand 1/6th of our economy to the government. Not to mention, of course, the absolute control they will have over every aspect of your life and health.

This is one of those times I wish I could sound like Obama when I sing. Please imagine his voice with this one.

From Mama Cass' hit "Dream a Little Dream of Me"

Deem a Little Scheme this Week
a Paddy Whack©

Stars shining bright above me
I must admit the liberals love me
Bribes added to the bill that we seek
Deem a little Scheme this week

Say Yes We Can and hold tight
We surely can disable the Vast Right
With Nancy on her arm-twisting tour
We can deem the bill for sure!

Sweet Deem, what a wonderful notion
No voting we’ll need
I’m thinking they’re filled with devotion
Rahm, Nan and Reid!

My legacy is nearing
I’ll get my way without any hearing
Obamacare will do what we need
Deem a little scheme indeed!

[Musical interlude]

Sweet Deem, what a wonderful notion
No voting we’ll need
I’m thinking they’re filled with devotion
Rahm, Nan and Reid!

Just deem the bill, I’ll sign it...
I’ll put the force of my name behind it
No Tea Party will undo the deed
Deem a little scheme Indeed!

Friday, March 12, 2010

We're a Couple of Libs

Famous song by Judy Garland and Fred Astaire: We're a Couple of Swells

A Paddy Whack ©
"We're a Couple of Libs"

We're a couple of Libs
We're real good at telling Fibs
But no one sees the knife before we stick it into your ribs
We're a couple of Nuts
We joke about spending Cuts
But bankruptcy will fell you just as well as an uppercut
The Patriots all have sent us lots of Tea
But we don't take deliv'ry no siree
No siree!

We would drive up the Deficit, so we're printing up more Cash
We would add to the Deficit, and predict a Wall Street Crash
We would tax for the Deficit as your credit line we Smash
Then we'll lie 'bout the deficit
Then we'll lie 'bout the deficit
Yes we'll lie while the deficit we amass.

G.M. Motors are we
We push you to Bankruptcy!
Your CEO is fired so you hand all the keys to me!
We're the favorite Tops
We're expert at photo-ops
We'd like to show you Air Force One but you'll have to bring the cops!
The Patriots all are marching in the streets
But we don't care to listen in the least
In the least!

We would yell at Republicans, but they haven't got the ears
We could call on the Democrats, but they've been corrupt for years
We would look for a Patriot, but it's risky to be Joe
So we'll Chalk up the Deficit
Yes we'll Chalk up the Deficit
Yes, we'll Chalk up the Deficit to B.O.!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Keester Parade!


Just in time for the holidays!

A departure from the original Music: Easter Parade

by Irving Berlin, Lyrics: Irving Berlin, Book: Moss Hart,

Premiere: Saturday, September 30, 1933.

Could any political symbol be more apros pos than an A$$ (my family always said "keester") for the Democrat party? Keester is a variant of the word Keister which means satchel or in slang: Buttocks. Either meaning works for me. They are all a bunch of carpet-baggers, including some of the RINOS in the GOP.

Having trouble with the tune?


"Keester Parade"

Never saw pols look quite so ditzy before
Never more impressed! Teleprompters and more!
When they aggravate, or commentate their lotus-eater warnings
Are they out of touch? Think we aren't keeping score!
For....

When they all astonish, and everyone admonish
Their Propaganda-laden words! A Keester Parade!

They'll be all a flutter, and say the Right's a nutter
But all those words they utter are just Keester Tirades!

On the Avenue,
Penn. Avenue
The photographers will snap them
And you'll find B.O. likes to spread his manure

Oh I could write a ditty
About how he's not witty
And add the Congress to the list! The Keester Parade!

[Alternate chorus]
All the bark and show!
Isn't just B.O.!
With a teleprompter handy
The newsmen will swoon as they hype this buffoon

Oh, I don't mind the Wagyu
My beef is how they Gag you
And call it Fairness Doctrine!
It's the Keester Parade!

Monday, March 8, 2010

I Can't Say Whoa!

From the musical Oklahoma: I Cain't Say No (Rodgers & Hammerstein)
Here's wishing our representatives would say WHOA as the current administration and Democrat-led House and Senate are driving us over a cliff. GOP and Blue Dogs, this song is for you.

A Paddy Whack©
I Can't Say Whoa!

It ain't so much a question of not knowin what to do
The Constitution spells it out quite clear!
But now I'm here in Washington, and what you hear is true
About how Reid and Nancy bend your ear
I know Big Government should be reject!
But when I'm near Obama
I forget!

I'm just a fool who cain't say whoa
We're in a terrible fix!
I always say, "Go with B.O."
Just when I oughta say Nix
When a person tries to trick the state
I know we oughta foil that sneak attack!
But just one look at Barry's face
And somehow I forget to watch your back!

I'm jist a fool, I like B.O.
I think the man is a saint
Why give him any constraint?
He is so cool I might Faint!
I cain't say Whoa.

What ya gonna do when a feller plays dirty?
And don't he talk purty?
What ya gonna do?
S'posin that he says that a car czar is hired?
The CEO's fired!
What ya gonna do?

S'posin that he says th' Right's meaner than mean,
That Chicago machine won't die!
What ya gonna do When the Marxists Say
"Mao is our guy!" ?

I hate to be the "party of no"
Labels like that are not right!
Goin' along like dominos,
Has landed me in this plight!

Other politicians bow and scrape
And all those others get the pork and power!
When we had that vote to stimulate
I must admit it warn't our finest hour!

With every teleprompter speech
I'm taken in by B.O.
Wherever he tells me I'll go
Gallop to win, place and show!
I cain't say Whoa!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Warnin' the U.S.A.

Based on Bruce Springsteen's 'Born in the U.S.A."

A Mrs. Paddy Whack ©
Warnin' the U.S.A.!

Worn down by old Tinseltown
And next time I look the prez is just a clown
I'm working like a dog just to pay my tax
My check is cut in half! And that is the fact!

Warnin' the U.S.A., I am warnin' the U.S.A.
I am Warnin' the U.S.A., Warnin' the U.S.A.

We got a little homespun plans
So I put a picket in my hand
Feels like I'm in a foreign land
To force their will on m'fellow man

Warnin' the U.S.A. I'm Warnin' the U.S.A.
I'm just Warnin' the U.S.A., Warnin' the U.S.A.

Come on folks it's so clear to see
Impeach the One if it was up to me
The Constitution is on the line
And I won't sell out for some dollar signs!

(music)

I have a notion to hang on
Fighting them like an Amazon
Keep the faith, til he's gone

(music)

I'm just a woman but what's goin' on
You get the picture it's like Babylon!

(music)

Down in the trenches is the Party for Tea
Marchin' on the corners for our Liberty
In four years giving reign to the One
Nothing will be left ain't got nowhere to run

Warnin' the U.S.A. I am Warnin' the U.S.A.
Warnin' the U.S.A. I'm a song writin' Paddy in the U.S.A.
Warnin' the U.S.A. Warnin' the U.S.A.
Warnin' the U.S.A. I'm a fool mockin' Paddy in the U.S.A.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Ghost Writers Spin His Lies

Due to the mysterious nature of the writer behind the Teleprompter, I have decided to re-write my parody to Ghost Riders in the Sky. Enjoy! (Original by Johnny Cash)

A Paddy Whack©
Ghost Writers Spin his Lies

Obama's makes a bee-line for his Teleprompter space
The media takes photos of the Dear Obama's face
Just like a tennis match he swings his head from left to right
A-reading telepromptered words, and sounds like Reverend Wright

We wonder who is writing out the pablum that he spiels
Without his crutch he can't say much he's just a big schlemiel
A bolt of fear runs through us as he hypes the falling sky
Economy is fading fast,
He must save us or we'll die!

Yippie Yi Ohhhh!!!
Yippie Ki Yaaay!!
Ghost Writers Spin His Lies

Reporters swoon, they sing his tune, no proclamation vet
No matter if he breaks his word, his promises forget
'Cause they want to hide their heads, no random questions for that guy
The Teleprompter is their friend
And they help him spin his lies.

As the writers fed his prompter I believe I heard my name
If you want to save yourself you need to generate a brain!
Reporter change your ways today and challenge what he tries
Behind his telepromptered words
You'll recognize the lies!

Yippie Yi Ohhhh!
Yippie Ki Yaaayy!
Ghost Writers Spin His Lies!
Ghost Writers Spin His Lies!
Ghost Writers Spin His Lies!

I Only Have Lies for You

Here's my parody based on the song "I Only Have Eyes for You" by the Flamingos (one of the best shoo-op songs EVAH!)
(Thanks Jack!)
I wish Paul Shanklin would do his Obama voice and sing this one!

I Only Have Lies for You.
A Paddy Whack©

My Gov Don't need a spine, Gov
I can say anything, it's true!

(Shoo bop shoo op! Shoo bop shoo op!)
(Shoo bop shoo op! Shoo bop shoo op!)
(Shoo bop shoo op!)

Are the czars out tonight?
I don't know if they're doughty or bright
I only have lies for you. Dear

(Shoo bop shoo op! Shoo bop shoo op!)

The debt may be high
But I think I'm the King of Brunei
I only have Lies for You.

If GITMO prisoners get a pardon
I'm quite safe at Penn Avenue

OOOH.
(Shoo bop shoo op! Shoo bop shoo op!)
I am here
I'm not shy
Maybe proof of my birth I deny
But they've all disappeared from view!
'Cause I Only Have LIES
For You.

(Shoo bop shoo op! Shoo bop shoo op!)

SIGNS of the Times




There was a controversy in Port St. Lucie, FL between the local Tea Party group and the City Council. This occured on 4 July at (ironically) Freedomfest. We had a presence in the parade, and had a booth set up with free copies of the Constitution and Declaration of Independence. We also provided information about our organization and the opportunity to sign petitions if folks were interested in doing so.

If you are interested, here is a video of the sign and what led to the controversy.


So here is my version of the 1970 hit 'Signs' original music and lyrics by
© 1970, 2002 Five Man Electrical Band Original "Signs"

Signs
A Paddy Whack©

And the sign said The City of PSL does Not Endorse
Nor does it Condone nor even Support what we had to say, of course!
So they pounded that sign right into the ground, and it wasn't a random choice
So I guess it's true they don't want to see the Constitution or to hear our voice!

Signs, Signs, everywhere there's signs
Talking 'bout our Liberty; Speaking our Mind
Do this, Don't spend that, Can't you read the signs?

And the sign said We believe in Liberty. And We'll Not be MuteSo they withheld support, denied we were strong, but don't you see it ain't the truth?To make a defense that they 'did not know,' or that it was a 'dumb mistake'
If God and Patriots are to be feared, I think it's time for a station break!

Signs, Signs, Everywhere there's signs
Talking 'bout our Liberty; Speaking our Mind
Do this, Don't spend that! Can't you read the signs?

Bridge:

Now Hey Obama! Can't you read? You've got to have a birth certificate to lead!
You can't even talk, no you can't speak! You ain't supposed to be here!
Sign said you got to be a citizen, Pard, so you're denied! Uh!

And the sign said Liberty or Tyranny: Your choice, Make it Today
But if we don't see how we're not living up to what the Constitution has to say
We've got us this precious paper, and if we follow it we'll all be fine
Thank you Founders for our Liberty, I believe it stands the test of time!

Signs, Signs, Everywhere there's signs
Talking 'bout our Liberty; Speaking our Mind
Do this, Don't spend that! Can't you read the signs?
(repeats)

Monday, March 1, 2010

White House Blight

From the Beatles' song "Hard Day's Night"
Written with help from Jack! Thanks Jack

White House Blight
a Paddy Whack©

He's in the house that's white
He took more time to select a dog
He's in the house that's white
He keeps us living in a fog
And when he gets done with you
You'll see his words are un-true
And he'll still blame the Right

When I yawn
Everything seems to be right
Sleep is gone
Wake to Obama in sight! Blight! Yikes!

He's in the house that's white
His teleprompter is by his side
He's in the house that's white
And soon he'll blame it and say It Lied
But when he gets done with you
You're gonna feel black and blue
And wish we'd turn back right.

(repeat)

Countin' Cowards on the Mall

The Statler Brothers had a hit with this Eric Heatherly song: Countin' Flowers on the Wall

A Paddy Whack©
Countin' Cowards on the Mall

I keep hearing 'bout returns to 'misery index'
Carter years were long ago and we forgot, I guess
All those RINOS in DC say 'don't you worry, none'
Wait until the next election, We'll unseat the One

Countin' Cowards on the Mall
Don't it bother you at all?
Playin' politics til dawn, while they riot in Tehran
Taxing Cigarettes, and Flushing Money down the Loo
Now don't tell me, They care about you.

When we watched those cell-phone pictures coming from Iran
Barry ran the other way, an ice-cream trip to plan
Resolutions in Support of Freedom from Congress!
But Obama only makes Apologies, I guess

Countin' Cowards on the Mall
Don't it bother you at all?
Playing politics til dawn, while they nuke-up in Iran
He smokes cigarettes and adds more Czars up the Wazoo
Now don't tell me, he cares about you!

Well, pay attention to this guy, I think you'll get a fright
Watching all the laws he breaks as if he has the right
Cap and Trade and soon Health Care will join to bring us down
And those newsmen all providing cover for this clown

Countin' Cowards on the Mall
Don't it bother you at all?
Playin' politics til dawn, Telling us he is 'the One'
Ridin' private jets and eatin' beef they call Wagyu
Now don't tell me, he cares about you.
Now don't tell me, he cares about you.

They Call Him Bumbling Barry

From Mel Brook's theme from Blazing Saddles
He Rode a Blazing Saddle

A Paddy Whack©
They Call Him Bumbling Barry

They call him Bumbling Barry,
No more a shining star
Without his teleprompter,
He'll need a language Czar!
He promised Hope and he promised Change
He read every word from the glass!
But now his teleprompter has bit the dust at last.

When BailOuts fail the test,
And fear fills the land
With Cap & Trade, and more Foreign Aid,
Now Health Care is his plan
We don't need a Czar or a state run Car,
Big Brother is not what we need!
But now one and all we'll descend on the mall
We'll March 'cause we're TEA'd,
Yes March! We're all TEA'd

We call him Bumbling Barry,
No more a shining star!
Corrupt Administration has put us where we are.
With BailOuts here, and more BailOuts there
He turned our Might to Foul Play
But no more Bumbling Barry!
It's Independence Day!

Green, Green, Baby

Al Gore, Obama, Money....they're all "Green!"

Roy Orbison's "Dream Baby"

Green, Green, Baby
A Paddy Whack©

Green, Green baby
Green, Green baby
Green, Green Baby
I'm wrong but I'm green.

Green baby, Cap and Trade I'm screamin' the whole day through
Green baby, With my teleprompter. I've no clue!
I'll tax you and remove your freedom, that's what I do
Green baby I'll just spend more green 'uns, Green for me but not for you.

Green (sha-da-da-da) Green (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da)(sha-da-da-da)
Green (sha-da-da-da) Green (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da)(sha-da-da-da)
Green (sha-da-da-da) Green (sha-da-da-da) baby (sha-da-da-da)(sha-da-da-da)
I'm (sha-da-da-da) Wrong (sha-da-da-da) But I'm Green!

Green baby UHC I'm screamin' the whole day through
Green baby GM cars and my Czars, Congress too!
Al Gore Lies! Climategate is busted! Stupid-move!
Green baby! I'll just spend more green 'uns, Soylent Green may soon come true.

Aww, sweet green baby (green baby ah-huh-huh)
Yeah-eh-ah, sweet green baby (green baby ah-huh-huh)
Sweet Green Baby! (green baby ah-huh-huh)
I'm wrong but I'm Green!
Sweet Green baby (green baby ah-huh-huh) (repeats & fades)

Tricks!

Paul Revere and the Raiders: Kicks

Tricks!
A Paddy Whack©

Well, you thought you found the answer when Ted’s Massachusetts seat went ‘Right’
But when we woke up in the mornin’ the Blair House Project’s in sight
Well, there’s nothin’ that B.O. Ain’t tried
To raise Obamacare ‘Denied’
But if he don’t back down there
I bet he’ll pay the price

CHORUS:
(Oh don’t it seem like)
Tricks Just keep growin’ larger? We find
That all those tricks ain’t givin’ me peace of mind
Someday you’ll find out it’s too late,
Tricks just infuriate!

No, we don’t like tricks
We don’t want ‘help,’ Gov!

Well he seems to think that we all need what we don’t want:
Obamacare
But it ain’t happened yet, And it won’t!
All Patriots swear
Don’t you see no matter what you try
It’s We the People see the Lie
And if you keep on pushin’
You’d better say a prayer

[repeat chorus]
Bridge:

No, we don’t like tricks
And you’d best heed the words we say
Your road goes nowhere
Freedom and the Truth is what we love
We’re here to stay!

[repeat chorus and fade]

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Obamacare summit: Send in the Clowns

Send in the Clowns (A Little Night Music)

Send in the Clowns
A Paddy Whack©

Isn't this rich?
Please grow a pair!
We want to pull this bill down
No Obamacare
But you are clowns.

Listen to this!
We don’t approve!
When We the People expound
You are unmoved.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns

Just when we thought health care was dead
Finally knowing you had heard our voices instead
Taking a compromise seat with his Obamacare
Talking his line
No, don’t you dare!

Don’t you love fools?
Our fault I fear
We thought that they’d hear what we want
We’ve yelled all year!
But where are the clowns!
Quick send in the Clowns.
Don’t bother, they’re here.

Are you not fools?
Playing his game
You're all incredible tools
And we think you're lame
But we’ll dump you clowns
We don’t want more clowns
Well maybe, next year.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

He is Your Friend

He Is Your Friend
(Music: James Taylor “You’ve Got a Friend”)
(From my Book with a few modifications)
Mrs. Paddy©

When you’re down and troubled,
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, no nothing is going right
Close your eyes and say a prayer
He always will be there
To lighten up even your darkest night.

You just call out His Name
And you know, whenever you do
He will listen, (oh yeah, brother)
He will see you through.
When you need help from your fall
He will answer if you call
And He’ll be there, yeah yeah yeah
He is your friend.

If the world around you
Seems so dark and full of doubt
And you think that nobody sees or knows
Bow your head in silence
And call His name out low
And behold He stands knocking upon your door.

You just call out His Name
And you know He’ll listen and care
All your burdens He gladly will share
In your doubt pain or despair
He will listen to your prayer
And He’ll be there, yeah yeah yeah
Now til the end.

Hey ain’t it good to know
That you’ve got a friend
When people can be so cold?
He won’t hurt you; He won’t desert you
And He’ll save your soul if you let Him
So why don’t you let Him?

You just call out His Name
And you know He’ll listen and care
All your burdens He gladly will share
In your doubt, pain or despair
He will listen to your prayer
And He’ll Be There, Oh yes He will
Now til the end

He is your friend
Ain’t it good to know He is your friend
Ain’t it good to know He is your friend
He is your friend.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Mamas, Don't let Your Babies Grow up to be Liberals

For Lura.
Waylon Jennings’ “Mamas, Don’t let your Babies grow up to be Cowboys”

“Mamas, Don’t let your Babies grow up to be Liberals”
A Paddy Whack©

Liberals ain’t easy to love, though their hearts are like gold
They’d rather take all you earn and increase what is owed
Cinch your belt buckles, and stock up your pantry
Prepare for the fight every day
If you don’t pay attention, an’ put him in charge,
Your freedom he’ll take away.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Liberals
Don’t let ‘em put down those who drive an old truck
Tea Party People, or Christians and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Liberals
‘Cos they hate our fair home, and think we must atone
Che and Mao are what they love.

Liberals like spreading the wealth and think they are progressive
They don’t like our Founders and think our Republic’s not right
If you get to know him you really won’t like him
And if you do please buy a clue.
He’s wrong, he’s misguided, and his side won’t let you
Keep freedoms that God gave to you.

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Liberals
Don’t let ‘em put down those who drive an old truck
Tea Party People, or Christians and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be Liberals
‘Cos they hate our fair home, and think we must atone
Che and Mao are what they love.

Friday, February 5, 2010

For Freedom!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od037pVWZZ4

I'm 'n Enemy of the State, I Am

From my book, a parody of Herman's Hermits' I'm Henry the Eighth, I Am
with a few modifications~

I'm an Enemy of the State, I Am
A Paddy Whack©

I'm 'n enemy of the state, I am
Enemy of the state, I am, I am
I got Harry and Pelosi to score
They'll do anything I want, and more
And every one is an enemy
I wouldn't trust my cabinet nor Rahm
I'm Obama Yes! and your enemy
Enemy of the State, I am I am
Enemy of the State I am

[Second verse, is worse than the first]

I'm 'n enemy of the State, I am
Enemy of the State, I am I am
Don't you wonder why I've opened the door
To Islamists and that bloke, Al Gore?
'Cause every one is your enemy
They don't believe in freedom or our land
I'm Obama, Yes! and your enemy
Enemy of the state I am I am
Enemy of the state I am

Yes, I am.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Graft!

Isaac Hayes' SHAFT
I know, it is mostly about the music on this one, but...

GRAFT!
A Paddy Whack©

Who's the black Commander in Chief
That looks like Congress; just a thief
GRAFT!
Ya damn right!

And where's he found
With influence peddlars all around?
GRAFT!
Can you dig it?

Who's the cat that won't drop out
No matter how the people shout?
GRAFT!
Fight on!

They say that GRAFT is a bad mother
SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
I'm talkin' about GRAFT!
THEN WE CAN DIG IT!

He's a Teleprompter fan
And no one understands him, but we're lookin'
Found GRAFT!

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

It's Not About Me!

Ever notice how often Obama says, "It's not about me..." Inspired by David Limbaugh's column today on Townhall.com

I Gotta Be Me (Sammy Davis, Jr)

It's Not About Me (as sung by Barack Obama)
A Paddy Whack©

Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find a place in your heart
My message is strong
It’s not about me, It’s not about me
What else do you see now I’m the one?

No matter the polls, I know I’ll survive
And I won’t take any blame for the fall
I’ll keep Health care alive
It’s not about me, It’s not about me
The schemes that you see make me what I am

That sweet Nobel Prize, A world at my feet
They’re waiting on me, and I have it all!
You all settle down! Just settle for less!
Remember that Hope and Change will be my curtain call!

I’ll do it alone, you all must trust me
It won’t be done like the things in the past
No more “Land of the Free”
It’s not about me, It’s not about me
All blame I’ll deny, Obama’s your guy
It’s not about me! (repeats)

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Forty-One, Forty-One

So much for the 60 vote super-majority in the Senate. Now we have 41 to slow them down. A year ago, would you have taken a bet that Kennedy's seat (the People's seat!) would go to a Republican? Interesting times!
New York, New York by Frank Sinatra

Forty-One, Forty-One
A Paddy Whack©

Scott Brown’s in the news
They’re reeling today!
He has the people’s seat to fill
For us! Forty-one!

That Kennedy chair
Belongs now to us
He’ll step right in the thick of it
For us! Forty-one!

I saw we 'Woke Up' in a bastion
Of Liberal votes!
To find him riding his truck-Oh!
Feeling his oats!!

My Teddy-town blues
Are melting away
Gonna make a brand new start of it
He’s Forty-one!
If we can win it there!
We’ll make it anywhere!
It’s up to you! Scott Brown
Forty-One!!!

Forty-One!!! Forty-One!

We want to wake up that old city
That’s filled with crooks!
To take on kings of the Hill
Cooking the Books
Seats can’t be bought!
Just stop the deals!

My Washington Blues
Are melting away
We’re gonna make a brand new start of it
With Forty-One!
If we can stop it there
We’ll save our dreams I swear!
Come on, come Through! Scott Brown!
Forty-One!
Forty-One!!!!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Blame it on the Cosa Nostra

Original song: Blame it on the Bossa Nova
(Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil)

Blame it on the Cosa Nostra
A Paddy Whack©

Barry took a chance, on an alibi
Standin’ on his own Bush to crucify
He began his reign, blamin’ Bush and Rove
And soon I knew he’d never let it go

Blame it on the cosa nostra Barry’s magic spell
Blame it on the cosa nostra that he weaves so well
Oh, It all began with chants of hope and change
But USA he plans to rearrange
Blame it on the cosa nostra
Barry’s plan for Gov

(Now was it a goon?)
No, no, the cosa nostra
(Or a velvet glove?)
Oh no, the cosa nostra
(Laws in the back room?)
Yeah, yeah, the cosa nostra
(His plan for Gov)

[instrumental organ]

Now I’m glad to say Barry’s on the wane
And the USA’s gonna rise again!
And when our kids ask how it came about
I’m gonna say to them without a doubt

Blame it on the cosa nostra Barry tipped his hand
Blame it on the cosa nostra woke a sleeping land
Oh It all began with chants of hope and change
And planning USA to rearrange
Blame it on the cosa nostra
Barry’s plan for Gov

(Now was it a goon?)
No, no, the cosa nostra
(Or a velvet glove?)
Oh no, the cosa nostra
(Laws in the back room?)
Yeah, yeah, the cosa nostra
(His plan for Gov)

[repeats and fades]

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

MUST WATCH! Hooooo RAH!!!!!

http://vimeo.com/8726386

You Gotta Have Hoax!

From Damn Yankees! Original by Eddie Fisher
You Gotta Have Hoax
A Paddy Whack©

[spoken]
See, boys, that’s what I’m talking about! Obamacare is only one half the agenda, the other half is Climate Change…But it’s all the same!

[sing]
You’ve gotta have….Hoax! All you really need is Hoax!
When the right is sayin’ it’s all a lie
That’s when we deny it folks!
You gotta be smart! Just aim right for people’s heart!
Nuthin’s half as bad as we make it seem,
But our crisis scheme is smart!
When they say the climate study’s
Filled with fraud and lies galore
Don’t you worry ‘bout it buddies
We can blame it on Al Gore
(At Copenhagen, Hopenhagen)
You’ve gotta have Hoax!
Miles and miles and miles of Hoax!
Sure we’d kind of like to add some more tax
But who cares the facts are just a joke?
First you gotta have Hoax!

Global warming, we haven’t got!

Polarbears dying, we haven’t got!

A health care crisis? We haven’t got!

What have we got?

We got Hoax!
Soon we’ll tax their breathing folks!
When the pundits say that it’s a big scam
We don’t give a damn, no joke!
We’ve got lies
We can spin ‘til they comply
Not a solitary dime do we yield
‘cause this is our field of lies.

We’re so happy that we’re hummin’

MMMM MMMM MMMM

Just like school kids for Barack

Hmm Hmmm Hmmm

‘Cause we know that change is comin’

Hoo Hoo Hoo

Freedom’s life is on the clock

Boo Hoo Hoo.

We’ve got Hoax! Miles and Miles and Miles of Hoax!
Sure we’d kind of like to add some more tax
But who cares the facts are just a joke?

So let’s just keep on lyin’

Why should we not?

We control the message….

….and the nation’s shot

And to add to it:
We’ve got HOAX! We’ve Got HOAX! We’ve Got HOAX!