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)

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!!

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

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.

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)

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!

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)