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!