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!!

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]

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!

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)

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!