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Fun Fun Fun

From the Beach Boys again.  Fun Fun Fun  (In view of Obama's stance on guns - not thinking people should own them, nukes - he thinks we should abandon all of them, terrorists - people we can legitimize and meet without pre-conditions, poverty - we should spend more money through the UN to feed the nations of the world, taxes - we need more to fund his Socialist/Marxist ideas, environment - turn down the thermostats and do with less, etc. etc. etc.....If he is elected, we'll wake up with even more of our precious liberties gone.
 

Beach Boys FUN FUN FUN

Well they got Obama’s fans

And they cruised through the delegates, and how!

Seems they forgot all about those two Clintons

And the Re-pub’s old man now

And from more Trinity Smashing

Goes running just as fast as he can now

And we’ll have fun fun fun til Obama takes our freedoms away

(fun fun fun til Obama takes our freedoms away)

Well the Right can’t stand him

‘cause he walks, talks and panders to race now

(he panders to race now, he panders to race)

His wife makes Mrs. Clinton look like a gal that’s loaded with grace now

(she’s loaded with grace now, she’s loaded with grace)

Those other guys couldn’t catch her

But she’s leading her own wild goose chase now

And we’ll have fun, fun, fun til Obama takes our freedoms away.

Well you knew all along

Soros might be pushing for Obama

(Soros is right behind, waiting behind)

And since we lost a chance at Keyes

We’ve been thinking that Conserve’s are all through now

(We wish we had Keyes, don’t you wish we had Keyes?)

But you can come along with me

Cause there’s nothing left for us to do now

And we’ll just run run run when Obama takes our freedoms away.

(Repeat and fade)

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Mr. Obama, Dance

I've seen comments that compare Trinity's recent guest speaker to a Minstrel show.  Others that they want to see Obama dance.  I sort of think he is dancing.  I want to know who is calling the tune.  He's either a useful idiot and puppet, or he is a total snake in our midst.  Either way, we must not let this man in the White House.
 
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band: Mr. Bojangles
 
I knew a man Obama and he'd dance for you
With worn-out views
No silver hair, a tidy shirt, and empty suit
He's just a fool
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Who is guiding this clown?
 
Schmidt pointed to a failure in New Orleans
As a litmus test
And how McCain will give the eyes of age
And his way is best.
But he's taking sides, sides we hate
He clicked his heels and stepped left!
 
You know the name Ms Clinton and she takes her licks
Across the chops
Obama? Seems like the MSM always takes his side
Gets more photo ops.
He let go his church, let go his church
And now he is White House bound.
 
Barry Obama, Barry Obama
Barry Obama, Change!
 
His campaign is a minstrel show at those county fairs
Throughout the land
He speaks a treat how his Senate seat of two short years
Made him 'the man'
He promises Hope, But what is Hope?
After four short years will we grieve?
 
He says he's sure now his hands are pure for Honky's votes
He Hopes for Change
But most the time he drops a dime on his friend and foes
And those down-range
I shake my head, and as I shake my head
Won't the voters ask please!?
 
Please!!!!
 
Bury Obama, Bury Obama
Bury Obama's Chance

 

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Heigh Ho!

From Snow White Heigh Ho!  To...wait for it....Barry O!  Just wish all the digging was a bigger hole for Obama to be unable to climb out of.  (sorry, poor grammar, but you get the point)
 

He digs digs digs digs digs digs digs with a mind that don’t think through

Those digs digs digs digs digs digs dig’s what Barry likes to do

It ain’t no trick to get your vote

All he needs to say is 'Audacity of Hope

It is Mine! It is Mine! [It is mine! It is mine!]

Can't you see the stars Align?'

He digs digs digs digs digs digs digs from early morn til night

He digs digs digs digs digs digs digs up every guilt from whites

He digs up delegates by the score

With a thousand voters, sometimes more

But we don’t know what they dig him for

They’ll make us all guinea pigs

[music interlude / steam whistle]

B OH!

B OH!

B OH![ B O!]

B OH!

[Chorus]

B O, B O

Off to DC he goes

[whistle]

B O, B O, B O

B O,
B O

The Emperor has no clothes

[whistle]

B O, B O

[Whistle]

B O, Why Don't

He go - Below

Don't you Smell that

B O Hummmmm?

[Chorus three times]

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No BO

Thanks to the Beach Boys 'Barbara Ann'...again.  Just Say No to BO.
 
No No No No-no BO
No No No No-no B O
No No No No-no B O (Barry Oh oh oh)
No No No No-no B O (Those Minstrel Shows)
No No No No-no B O (Barry Oh oh oh)
You got 'em rocking and a reelin'
Someone stop that feelin' Barry-O
No No No No-no B O
Jeremiah's dance, lookin' for his chance
Saw Barry O, all the voters think romance
Barry-O, (No No No B O) Barry-O (No No No B O)
You got 'em rockin' and a rollin'
Delegates are stolen, Barry-O.
(No No No-no B O)
 
No No No No-no B O
No No No No-no B O
No No No No-no B O (Barry-Oh oh oh)
No No No No-no B O (Change Barry-O)
No No No No-no B O (Barry-Oh oh oh)
You got us hyped up on your changin'
What you re-arrangin'? you B.O.?
No No No No-no B O
 
(guitar riff)
 
Tried Hilly-bob, Edwards made me sob,
Then I saw Al Gore And I knew he was a slob
Barry-O, (No No No Barry-O)
Barry-Oh oh oh (No Barry-O)
You think from Trinity you're missin'
But whose butts you kissin' Barry-O?
No No No-no B O
 
No No No No-no B O
No No No No-no B O (Barry Oh oh oh)
No No No No-no B O (Those Minstrel Shows)
No No No No-no B O (Barry Oh oh oh)
You got 'em rocking and believin'
Somehow you are seasoned Barry-O
No No No No-no B O
Barry-Oh, Barry-O
Barry-Oh, Barry-O
(repeats & Fades)
You gotta change into believin'
'Change' will bring us grievin' Barry-Oh
 
 
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Get Back Honky

Well, the angry Hillary supporter really hit a nerve when she said that she was tired of being called 'White' when she couldn't call Obama 'Black.'  Made me think of when I was growing up and many times heard the term 'Honky' (see an old episode of All in the Family or the Jeffersons).  So, here is  Elton John's Honky Cat...reworked for Obama.
 
When we look back
Boy, he must have been green
Hopping cross the country
And the voters screamed
Looking for an answer, tryin' for color-blind
Until we saw your Reverend Wright
Honey, we was blind.
 
He Said Get Back Honky Cat
Better get back from our 'hood'
You should quit your clinging to those redneck things
and oh, mmmmmmm oh the Change is gonna do you good.
 
They said Get Back Honky Cat
Voting for Obama is where it's at
You're just trying to find truth in a guilty mind
It's like, not so very risky, Oh buy into my whine.
 
Well I
read some books and I saw some magazines
About that big debacle down in New Orleans
And all the Democrats well, said I was a tool
They said,  Don't you think that Bush is just a bigger fool?
 
Get back Honky Cat
Better get back from our hood
You should quit your clinging to those redneck things
And Oh, mmmmmmmm  Oh the Change is gonna do you good.
 
(Piano riff)
 
Get back Honky Cat
Better get back from our hood
You should quit your clinging to those redneck things
And Oh mmmmmmm Oh the Change is gonna do you good.
 
They said go back home
Boy, our campaign's full of charm
Living History ain't enough, Hill has bought the farm
But how to vote Yea, when our heart says NO
How can he get our vote when he's just BO?
 
Get Back Honky Cat
Better get back from our hood
You should Quit your clinging to your Redneck things
And oh, aaahhhhhh Oh the Change is gonna do you good.
 
You'd better Get back Honky Cat
Voting for Obama is where it's at
You're just trying to find truth in a guilty mind
It's like, not so very risky, oh just buy into my whine!
 
Get Back Honky Cat, Get Back Honky Cat, Get Back  OOOOOO!
(repeat)

 

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BO Leaves Trinity

Well, after 20 years, B.O. has seen the light.  If I wasn't so cynical, I might even believe he was sincere.  However, his carefully worded statement only indicates to me that he doesn't want to be painted by the same brush as his controversial church...not that he doesn't agree with it.  So, using one of my favorite parody tunes (Suicide is Painless/MASH theme) I offer the following.
 
Did you hear what he said today?
B.O. is going to walk away
To Trinity he says farewell
He's not a part of what they sell.
 
For Twenty Years he listened
But Scrutiny's spotlight glistened
And now his resignation's on the way.
 
And though he says it makes him sad
He must think all of us are mad
Can we forget they played a part
In molding B. Obama's heart?
 
For Twenty Years he listened
Til Scrutiny's spotlight glistened
And resignations don't take that away
 
With those big ears I think he must
Have got the gist, believed the thrust
Of what those Reverends had to say
And only now he walks away?
 
For Twenty Years he listened
Til Scrutiny's spotlight glistened
And resignations won't wash that away
 
How stupid does he think we are?
Does he intend to raise the bar?
Or can he only bob and weave
Which? He or Trinity believe?
 
For Twenty Years he listened
Til Scrutiny's spotlight glistened
And distance doesn't make that disappear.
 
It almost seems as if he must
Protect his church from scrutiny's thrust
He wants that spotlight all on him
That O' Messiah bit's grown dim
 
For B. Obama's running
And I think he is cunning
He knows the voters will forget and cheer
 
I guess we'll find out in another year.
 
 
 
 
 
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The man who shot Liberty Valance

This one has been percolating for a while.  Finally found the 'right' words to go along with this music from The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance by Burt Bachrach.
 
When Barry Obama rode into town the voters saw his pride, his pride
When Barry Obama talks about the things he wants to try
But to 'cling to our God and to guns' is not the only things he don't get
When it comes to taxes, and the terrorists, Both his ears are wet!
 
From out of his church a preacher came, the Good Book in his hand, a man
The kind of a man to stir up hate within a troubled land
But a rule made of gold was among the laws that preacher mis-understood
When it came to honor the U.S.A....that preacher was no good.
 
Many a fool could seek my vote, and many a fool would fall
The men who vote: Barry Obama, that vote: Barry Obama
They are the stupidest of all.
 
The love of acclaim can make a man stay on when he should go, stay on
He's tryin' to build a resume that says he's filled with Hope
But the hope in our hearts cannot hide the side where Marxist Barry stands
When it comes to choosing right from left, the nation's in our hands.
 
Alone and afraid I pray that we our nation's course can right, awwww upright!
When nothing we say can keep our freedoms, Gracie, say 'Goodnight!'
From the moment the left gets to be full-blown the very first thing we know
When no one makes the case for sovereignty, Welcome Mexico-O-O-Oh.
 
Everyone has a vote for life, a life in Liberty's Hall
But the men who vote, Barry Obama, Who'll vote Barry Obama
They are the stupidest of all.

 

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Knick-knack PaddyWhack

I love songs that have my 'name' in them...So, here's the latest parody to Obama, based on the children's song "This Old Man"
 
B.O. man, he plays one
He plays knick-knack and he's dumb
With a knick-knack, Whack Iraq
Bring the soldiers home
Is his head just solid bone?
 
B.O. man, he plays two
He plays knick-knack, now we're screwed
With a knick-knack, Whack Iraq
Give Iran a bone
B.O. wants the soldiers home.
 
B.O. man, he plays three
Is his mind just 'absentee'
With a knick-knack, whack Iraq
Give A.Q. a bone
B.O. wants the soldiers home.
 
B.O. man, he plays four
Gives immigrants revolving doors
Not a kick-back, send 'em back
Use a microphone
B.O. gives illegals home.
 
B.O. man, he plays five
Thinks dead soldiers are alive
With a knick-knack, what a hack
Give Matthews a bone
Why should his gaffes stand alone?
 
B.O. man, he plays six
Thinks that Reverend Wright's a pip
With a knick-knack, holler back
BLT's his crowd
B.O. has a wife who's proud.
 
B.O. man, he plays seven
Does he remember nine-eleven?
With a knick-knack, we fought back
But B.O. is sure
Hope will keep us safe right here.
 
B.O. man, he plays eight
Weather Underground's not great!
With a knick-knack, listen Jack
Terrorists are bad
Look at all the friends he's had.
 
B.O. man, he plays nine
He says Change will be sublime
With more kick-backs, some for Blacks
Reparations soon?
B.O. needs a better tune.
 
B.O. man, he plays ten
He's Jimmy Carter o'er again
With a knick-knack, whack Iraq
Sit down with A-jad
He's our U.S.A. jihad.

 

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Who's a Bully?

Well, Burt Prelutsky, thanks for the inspiration again.  From Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs...Don't you just love that name!?  Wooly Bully!
 
Uno, dos, one, two, Nine-Eleven
(Hey! Who's a bully? Watch it! They're gone! They're Gone! watch it now!)
Ahab told A-jab
About those guys they hate
Then came B.O.
To negotiate
Who's a bully? Who's a bully?
Who’s a bully? Who’s a bully? Who’s a bully?
 
Ahab told A-jab
"Let's don't take no chance!"
"Remember Nine-Eleven,
They will learn our dance"
Who's a bully? Who's a bully?
Who’s a bully? Who’s a bully? Who’s a bully?
[watch it now, watch it! watch it!]
(Sax Riff & scream)
 
Ahab told A-jab
"That's the thing to do."
"They'll get B. Obama,
To play the fool for you."
Who's a bully?  Who's a bully?
We're a Bully!  We're a Bully!  We're a Bully!
(Watch out! Watch it now! Take off!)
 
 
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Obama, NO!

From Van Morrison's song: Domino
 
I think we'd discuss it!
I don't buy his call for change
You may get disgusted
And think I'm strange
Hangin' out with Weather Underground
Wright and all the rest
Never has he worried
About what is worst and what is best.
 
Oh, Obama, No!
Poll me over Oh No No
There you go
Lord have mercy
I said Oh, Obama No!
Poll me over, Oh No No
There you go
Say it again
I said Oh Obama No
I said Oh Obama No
 
He's a phony candidate
He's no candidate at all!
And all that you will hear from him
It's just Hope he'll make the 'call'
Or vice versa
Votes depend on where ever you're 'at'
And if he never hears from me
That just means I think he's a rat.
 
I said, Oh Obama No!
Poll me over: Oh NO NO
There you go
Lord have mercy
I said Oh, Obama, No
There you go
Say it again
I said Oh Obama No
I said Oh-oh-oh-oh Obama, No!

 

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B-I-N-G-O

From the children's song B-I-N-G-O.
 
1)
There's a candidate who made a gaffe
And B.O. is his name-oh
We Don't Like B. O.
We Don't Like B. O.
We Don't Like B. O.
And B. O. is his name-oh.
 
2)
There's a candidate, a real Bozo
And B.O. is his name-oh
(clap) Don't Like B. O.
(clap) Don't Like B. O.
(clap) Don't Like B. O.
And B. O. is his name-oh.
 
3)
He's an appeaser and that's true
It stinks just like B. O. -oh.
(clap, clap) Like B. O.
(clap, clap) Like B. O.
(clap, clap) Like B. O.
It stinks just like B. O.-oh!
 
4)
He says we don't need God or Guns
'Cause Hope will overcome-oh
(clap, clap, clap) B. O.
(clap, clap, clap) B. O.
(clap, clap, clap) B. O.
'Cause Hope will overcome-oh.
 
5)
When he is oval office-bound
We, in despair will say- OH!
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) OH!
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) OH!
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) OH!
We didn't want that B. O.!
 

 

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This one's for Chris Matthews

Thanks Ann Coulter for the inspiration.  Reminding me of the tingles down Chris' leg led me to think of That Old Black Magic by Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen.  For you, Ann.
 
That Old Obama has them in his spell
With th'same old stories Jesse Jackson tells
Those old left-wingers that can't find their spines
The same Obama Chris says is sublime
The same old tingle as we start the ride
And then that roller-coaster starts to glide
And down and down we go, round and round we go
Now we have nowhere else to hide
 
He should fade away, but what can we do?
They hear his name, there's more acclaim!
A man with such a need to appease
Can't we just find better candidates, please?
 
Is he the savior we've been waiting for?
The POTUS that this land was slated for?
But every time his lips opine,
 darling,
Down and down we go, Round and Round we go
He's a clown, he needs a dressing-down,
I wish that old Obama'd step down.
 
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Obama, Naturally

After Obama's speech where he 'saw' dead people on Memorial day, I just had to write the following parody based on Vic Mizzy's theme from The Addams Family.
 
He's creepy and he's spooky
Delirious and goofy
He's altogether stooop-id
Obama, Naturally.
 
When speaking for Memorial
Did he sound Senatorial?
He needs a new tutorial
Obama, Naturally.
 
(Gaffe)
(Chaff)
(He's daft)
 
So while he is campaigning
Where did he get his training?
He's losing all he's gaining
Obama, Naturally.
 
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Memorial Day (From an email message to me)

  A timely reminder with Memorial Day coming up.
 

It is the

VETERAN
,

not the preacher,


who has
given us freedom of religion.

It is the
VETERAN
,

not the reporter,
who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the
VETERAN
,

not the poet,
who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the
VETERAN
,

not the campus organizer,
who has given us freedom to assemble.

It is the

VETERAN
,

not the lawyer,
who has given us the right to a fair trial.



It is the

VETERAN
,

not the politician,
Who has given us the right to vote.



It is the

VETERAN

who
salutes the Flag,



It is the

Veteran


who serves
under the Flag,



ETERNAL
REST GRANT THEM O LORD,
AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON
THEM.
 


We can be very proud of our young men and women in the service no matter where they serve.


God Bless them all!!!
 
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Pop! Goes the Weasel

From the famous and familiar...Pop! Goes the Weasel.  I was particularly disturbed by Nancy Pelosi's comment the other day to say that Hillary is wrong to demand a revisit to the elimination of the votes in Michigan and Florida, and using the term 'coin of the realm' to describe our electoral process.  I found that to be a magnificently revealing phrase, as Nancy, as well as others in office, obviously feel they are royalty and above the little people.
 
Whether or not you like Hillary, and whether or not you want them to change rules in the middle of the election, it is obvious to me that our system is turned upside-down when only a fraction of the country selects our eventual candidates for the highest office in the land.  It was wrong to tell Florida and Michigan that they could vote, but they wouldn't be counted (to which I say, why bother?), just as it is wrong that we have a GOP candidate that received less of the popular vote than even Ron Paul! 
 
I thought this was a representative government...but daily I see this concept given no more than lip service.  I don't feel I have a voice.  I don't feel we have a choice.  And I don't know when we handed the keys to the kingdom over to the pols like Pelosi et al.  I am disgusted by the continual back-door deals to try to slip amnesty into our system.  The American electorate has made it plain (70%?) that we DO NOT WANT AMNESTY for illegals, and yet the pols continue to ignore the 'little people.'
 
Sorry for the soapbox....I'm just angry.  NO MORE INCUMBANTS
 
Round and round they all insult Bush
Obama and the Geezer
The voters think it's all in fun
Pop! Pols are weasels!
 
A penny for a subsidy
More money for their coffers
That's the way the money goes!
Pop! Pols are weasels!
 
A fifty bill to fill up my tank
More ethanol is silly
Attack Big Oil and say it's a vice
Pop! Pols are weasels.
 
Up and down the Campaign road
But whose votes will be counted?
Nancy says just 'coin of the realm'
Pop! Pols are weasels.

With Greenies I've a thing to remark
Your laws make us pay double
We need to drill and nuclearize
Pop! Pols are weasels.
 
I've no time to plead and pine
With Voters I'll not wheedle
Kick them out until they're gone
Pop! Pols are weasels.
 


 
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