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August 14, 2009
When the Joker Hits the Fan
Say, maybe this can be the marching song of the New Sons and Daughters of Health-Care Liberty...!
When the Joker Hits the Fan
by Dafydd ab Hugh
(Can be sung to the tune of "Bad Moon Rising")
I see Obama Jokers risin’
I see those posters all around
Sure seems politically surprisin’
Must mean approval’s hitting ground
Don’t think I’m the man
For your socialistic plan
When the Joker hits the fan
Health care is something quite important
Health care is something we all need
Town halls, if they’re a potent portent,
Folks hate ObamaCare indeed!
Don’t think I’m the man
For your socialistic plan
When the Joker hits the fan
Looks like quite a change in weather
Must be the winds of liberty
Liberals are blowin’ round like feathers
Town halls have speech that’s finally free
Don’t think I’m the man
For your socialistic plan
When the Joker hits the fan
Take back your governmental mandates
Taxes that sink us like a stone
Don’t think we’re all a bunch of ingrates
We just prefer to choose our own
Don’t think I’m the man
For your socialistic plan
When the Joker hits the fan
We don’t need government to guide us
We’re not just “public option” cogs
We don’t need senators to chide us
We won’t throw Granny to the dogs
Don’t think I’m the man
For your socialistic plan
When the Joker hits the fan...
When the Joker hits the fan
© 2009 by Dafydd ab Hugh
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November 3, 2005
The Partisan Game
You can sing this to the tune of that old Irish rebel song, "the Patriot Game." But only if you do not have a voice like a walrus in heat.
Watch your hat and coat.
The Partisan Game
And list while I crow,
For the rule of one’s party
Is a glorious show.
It banishes honor,
And fortune, and fame,
So let us all worship
The partisan game.
And I just won my seat;
My foe had a conscience,
That’s how he got beat!
His friends took positions,
And he took the blame;
I owe my election
To the partisan game.
It’s split like a hair,
‘Twixt the old apathetics
And the young who don’t care.
If the slime keeps on rising,
And DeLay fits the frame,
They’ll all cast their votes for
The partisan game.
Or heaven, or hell;
If it comes in a sound-bite,
You’ll buy what I sell!
We can lie, cheat, or steal,
If winning’s the aim,
And my seat’ll be saved by
The partisan game.
A year and some change;
Watch tyrants and bullies
The House rearrange.
With nothing to lose, and
A leader who’s lame,
We’ll spew out the mud in
The partisan game.
You’ll still pay the price –
For the census allows us
To load up the dice.
With a poll-built agenda
And no hint of shame,
We’re slouching towards Sodom
In the partisan game!
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