I wrote a song about just how panic is used by the Bush administration to rush things through. So, all of my readers feel free to hum this one as you’re walking down the street, hell, make it your battle cry. I wish you all a full tank and a full belly.
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Ronnie Ray Jenkins
September 26, 2008
The Hurry Up Song
Said the banker and the broker to the President
Could you put a little fear in the residents?
Hurry up now and bail us out, without their tax dollars we carry little clout.
We’ve made billions from those little peons,
Bail us out, and we’ll rob them for eons.
Hurry up
Hurry up
Hurry up
Hurry up Senator– sign this and sign that,
We have to move quickly, straight to Iraq
Hey, while you’re at it, sign the Patriot’s Act
Hell, there’s no debate required, not even for that.
By the time anyone bothers to read
We’ll have already accomplished our dirty little deed.
Chorus:
Hurry…
Hurry…
Hurry up
Hurry…
Hurry…
Hurry up
Let’s make haste, we can’t wait
You’re term’s almost up, we need one last big slice of cake.
Hurry up.
Said the oilman to the president, times are tough
Millions of barrels, just ain’t enough,
Panic the people, and give us what we want,
Make them pay ten bucks a gallon right there at the pump.
We can drill anywhere if you listen to our pleas
And add to your resume another dirty deed
Repeat Chorus:
Said the NRA to Mr. McCain, let’s use the same fear,
That same stuff again.
We’ll fool all the people, like we did the last time
Make them think they’ll be unarmed, we’ll go over the line.
Hurry up.
Said the Homeland man to outspoken guy, I’m plucking your ticket,
Seems you’re a no-fly.
meant to be sung out loud and shared as often as possible.
a.m.
from Ronnie Ray Jenkins site HERE –
I never was a fan of politicians, and now, I’m even less of one. So, I felt rather “patriotic,” and decided to perform a song for all of my readers. Enjoy it, sing it, send it around, and this time around, I’m hoping people “think” before they vote.
The Ballad of Caribou Barbie
There’s something fishy in the mackerel sky–in the land of the midnight sun.
There’s a woman running loose wearing designer glasses, and touting a mighty big gun.
Now that much don’t scare me, or worry me none,
I don’t even care that she’s talking in tongue.
Say oily-oily –doo, dilly-dangle-diddy-wah
oily-oily-doo-dilly-arbee
She put a town in debt- in her short time as Mayor, and her name is Caribou Barbie.
She piles her hair high on her head and uses a bearskin to cover her bed
She claims to be an expert in foreign relations, cause she can see Russia from the window in her kitchen.
Say-oily-oily-doo-dilly-dangle-diddy wah
Oily-oily-doo-dilly arbee
Her hubby’s some dude, but his name isn’t Ken
Even though she’s Caribou Barbie
She tells the folks, she’s a decisive kind of gal,
And it makes me think of Bush, the “Decider”
Now, I’ve been around the block, and I’m nobody’s fool,
But I’m scratching my head wonderin
Why she went to six schools.
Sing Oily-Oily doo dilly-dangle diddy wah
Oily-oily-doo-dilly arbee
Four more years would be McBush again, along side Mc Caribou Barbie.
She might be a hockey mom to some, the leader of the PTA to others,
She might be a lipstick wearing pit bull to many
But taking a close look, she’s a lipstick wearing Cheney.
Sing, oily-oily doo,
Dilly-dangle-diddy wah,
Oily-oily-doo- dilly arbee
So, ends the saga it’s short and it’s sweet, like the career of Caribou Barbie.
This is a song about Sarah ” Caribou Barbie ” Palin.
This song totally pales in comparison to the news that Caribou Barbie was blessed by a Witch Hunter, but it’s a nifty tune all the same and deserves lots of attention
I write stories about Werewolves that cheat at cards and stories about Funeral Directors who get buried alive and Devils that ride buses to work in the morning.
However,
had I written something like this
no one would have believed it and I would have drawn a red slash right across each and every page and started over again: