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Wishing on Obama's Star

Posted by mrs paddy on Saturday, April 12, 2008 11:37:15 AM
All talk, no substance.  Stardust to the star-struck crowd.  Here's the latest parody for Obama, the guy for 'change'....whatever that means.  I predict higher taxes, less freedoms, a diminished military, and reparations for blacks a la Black Church Theology (tacked onto the huge pricetag for sending aid to Africa he has already pledged)
 
From Pinnochio.  I can hear Jimminy Cricket singing this "When you Wish Upon a Star"
 
When you grab Obama's star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires he'll say to you
 
If you listen to his dreams
You will see he's too extreme
When you catch Obama's star
As liberals do.
 
Change your mind
He comes not from above
No sweet fulfillment of
Your secret longings
 
Like most dolts out of the 'Blue'
He steps in with 'Change', you fool!
No more wishing on his star
Lest 'Change' comes true!
 
Tags: obama   change  
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Request from Curtal Friar

Posted by mrs paddy on Friday, April 11, 2008 4:39:07 PM
Wow....two requests this week.  Hope this does the trick!  Based on Saturday in the Park (Chicago)
 
Liberals in the dark
I think they hate the fourth of July
Liberals in the dark
I think they hate the fourth of July
Freedom leaching, over-reaching
A PAC selling favors
So much they know is wrong
Global warming, Al Gore Warning
Oil? won't dig it (but we should)
We've been wasting such a long time
For a new day.
 
Campaign trail, what's that say?
You'd think we'd all roll over and die
RINO Pol: John McCain
And Hilly and BO are a tie
Talking health care, really lying
They all sing the same song
Open borders all.
Will you help them change the world?
I don't dig it (No, I don't)
'Cause we're all waiting for a new Prez
Just to blame.
 
I wish we'd tell them 'Fly red, white and blue today"
The MSM still can spin stories their own way
Listen children, just weigh the cost
Just weigh the cost.
 
Everyday fight the dark
Hold onto the fourth of July
Knock the Libs, out the park
Hold onto the fourth of July
People teaching, people touching
And our soldiers fighting
Protecting us all
If we want it, really want it
Can we save it? (yes, we must!)
Don't go waiting such a long time
Seize the day.

 

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You Ain't Never had a Friend Like Me

Posted by mrs paddy on Thursday, April 10, 2008 12:36:18 PM
I cannot always honor requests, but this one was fun!   LOLO1 this is for you!  Based on You Ain't Never had a Friend Like Me from Aladdin. 
 
Now the Senate has more than forty thieves
And Ms Pelosi tells a thousand tales
But Massah you in luck 'cause up my sleeve
I got a brand of magic never fails
I got some power in my corner now
The heavy ammunition's in my face
I've got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how
See all I gotta do is play my race
And I'll say:
 
Just trust Obama, sir
What will your pleasure be?
Let me take your order
Jot it down
You ain't never had a friend like me.
No no no
 
I am your candidate
Just put your trust in me
C'mon and whisper what it is you want
You ain't never had a friend like me.
 
Yassah, I'll bring them to the table
Negotiate
With Kings and Shahs
Ask what you wish
I'll serve your dish
How about a little more Baklava?
 
I'll raise the income tax
Health care for all, you'll see
I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain't never had a friend like me.
 
Can McCain do this?
Can the Hill do that?
I'm gonna pull it all out of my little....hat!
I'll make them all go Poof!
Well looky here
I'll just go Abracadabra, let 'er rip
And make them suckers disappear!
 
So don't ya sit there slackjawed, buggy eyed
I might just institute some midday prayers
A liberal bonafide, certified
I'm gonna raise the roof y' old taxpayers!
I got a powerful urge to help you out
So Whatcha wish? I really want to know!
I've got a list that's three miles long, no doubt
Well all you gotta do is vote like so!  And OH!
 
Just trust Obama, sir, I'll grant a wish or two or three
I want the job, I'm your heart-throb
You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend
Never had a friend, never had a friend
You ain't never had a friend like me, HAH!

 

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Revolution

Posted by mrs paddy on Wednesday, April 09, 2008 11:14:32 AM
I actually love the Beatle's song Revolution as it is.  But here is my cut at it.  After reading Amanda Carpenter's article today about the Senate Payout for Builders....Can you say Crooked Polititians and Graft?  I think you can!
 
I say we need a revolution
Well, you know
It is time to change the pols
They say they back the Constitution
Well, you know
I'm not sure that graft's the goal
But when you talk about why I doubt
Here they come with another big bail-out
Don't you know it's gonna be a sight
A sight, a Sight!
 
They say they've got a real solution
Well, you know
They're just bound to raise the tax
They ask us for a contribution
Well, you know
We are trumped by all the PACs
But when you want money for people who failed to plan
All I can tell you is Brother, don't give a damn.
Don't you know it's gonna be a blight
A blight, A Blight!
Ah.
 
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah....
 
I say follow the Constituion
Well, you know
They all want to take our wealth
They should be in an institution
Well, you know
Now they want to subsidize your health
But if they continue to spend all our hard-earned dough
There won't be an engine in USA anymore
Don't you know I wish we could just indict
Indict, indict
Indict (X6)
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John McCain Ain't 'Right'

Posted by mrs paddy on Monday, April 07, 2008 12:19:06 PM
Thanks Billy Joel for inspiring the following parody.  Based on You May Be Right.
 
Fright'ning night he crashed our party
The next day we felt so sorry
Others dropped and hopes were dashed again
He's from Arizona's Sun
Wasn't hurting anyone
So the GOP selected John McCain
 
He's been stranded in a combat zone
Survived the Hanoi cell alone
Even though he's old we now have John McCain
And we told him not to run
'Cause his policies are dumb
And we said that only proves that they're insane.
 
(Refrain)
 John might be Right, Bush may be crazy
But it's just a good conservative I'm looking for
Turn out the light, don't try to change me
I may be wrong for all I know but McCain ain't 'Right'
 
Remember how he viewed the fence
With Feingold added more nonsense
And joined that nasty old gang of fourteen?
We were looking for a man
He said take me as I am
'Cause you might enjoy a RINO on the team
 
Now think of all the years we tried to
Find someone who might have a clue
Bush might be as crazy as you say
If he's crazy then it's true
Then that RINO John is too
And we really don't embrace his Maverick ways
 
(Refrain)
John may be Right, Bush may be crazy
But it's just a good conservative we're looking for
Turn out the light, on the old G.O.P.
I may be wrong for all I know, but McCain ain't Right
 
I may be wrong but McCain ain't right (6X)
 
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Obama played the Race Card

Posted by mrs paddy on Thursday, March 27, 2008 12:43:48 PM
To the tune of Stewball (Peter, Paul and Mary)
 
Obama played the race card, and he thinks that's just fine
He never drank kool-aid, just tells the party line
His tongue it is silver, He says he is bold
And the worth of his prattle will never be told
 
Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Obama was there
And the betting was heavy, that he'd beat Clinton's share
And a-way up yonder, ahead what a sight
Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' that old Reverend Wright.
 
I bet on the Clinton, I bet on McCain
If I'd a bet on Obama, I'd be a free man again.
Oh the race card is hollow, and he sure should have known
Now Obama's in trouble, and he's got to go home.
 
Obama played the race card, and he thought that was fine.
I bet he regrets now, that he drank Wright's 'whine.'

 

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Hillary's Sleep-Deprived?

Posted by mrs paddy on Thursday, March 27, 2008 10:33:14 AM
I love the explanation Hillary gave.  So here is Carly Simon's song, It's too Late, Baby, with a new twist.
 
Stayed in bed all morning, I was sleep deprived
There's something wrong here, there can be no denying
One of us sells Changing, But baby I might start crying
 
Is it too late, Baby, now is it too late?
You know I really did try to make it
I spun that Bonsia ride and I can't hide
I just tried to fake it.
 
It used to be so easy living there with Bill
Even though he's sleazy I could paddle through his swill
Now I am so unhappy, The Hill is like Jack and Jill
 
And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
'Cause Obama has legs to fake it
It's no swift-boat, it's lies that I can't hide
And he just might take it.
 
There'll be bad times ahead for me and you
Taxes growing 'cross the nation, and you'll feel it too
But I'm glad I still can do some more Senate Voodoo
 
But it's too late, baby, it's too late
Though I really did try to make it
I spun that Bosnia ride and I can't hide
I just tried to fake it.
 
It's B. Hussein, baby, it's down the drain, Baby,
or is it McCain???

 


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Hillary Say, Say, Say

Posted by mrs paddy on Wednesday, March 26, 2008 6:39:21 PM
Been neglecting Hillary lately.  Here is one to discuss her 'mis-spoken' line that ties into her teary eyes earlier in the campaign.
Based on McCartney & Jackson's 'Say, Say, Say'  As sung by Hillary.
 
I'll say, say, say what I want but don't 'spect you to run a fact-check
Take, take, take what you need, but don't let Barry write a blank checque
All alone I'll sit there by the phone waiting for 3 a.m. (a.m.)
Through your ears how can you stand to hear Obama's voters cheer?
You know I'm cryin' boo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Yeah
 
Go, go vote for who you want, but don't you see that I'm more clever
You you you say so long, but I've been campaigning forever
What can I do, now to get through to you
'Cause I want to win it (win it)
Standing here baptised by Clinton years, baby through the years
You know I'm cryin' boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
 
Ooh never ever worried, and I never shed a tear
You're sayin' that my words ain't real
Just look at my face, these tears ain't dryin'
 
You, you, you can never say that I'm not the one who earned it
I Pray, pray, pray every day that you will listen well and learn it
What can I do, now to get through to you
'Cause I need to (need to) win it (win it)
Standing here baptised in all my tears, Survived the Clinton years
You know I'm cryin', boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
 
Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
 
Say, say, say
Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
 
Boo, hoo, hoo, say, say, say (repeat)

 

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Obama "Call me Irresponsible"

Posted by mrs paddy on Wednesday, March 26, 2008 4:22:31 PM
To the tune of Call Me Irresponsible.
 
Say I have audacity - say it's perspicacity
Throw out it's mendacity too!
Do my foolish alibis bore you?
Well I'm just a Senator, sophomore dude!
 
Say I am articulate - Black folks I'll emancipate
Rainbow Coalition pursue
Tell me it's implausible that Wright wasn't audible
But it's undeniably true -I've got th'audacity to fool you!
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Eliot Sptizer's New York New York

Posted by mrs paddy on Monday, March 24, 2008 10:42:42 AM
Thanks ModMark for the idea for this parody.  Frank Sinatra's New York, New York  as sung by Eliot Spitzer

I’m there in the news, I’m leaving today
They say they want no part of me, New York New York
That prostitute’s list, Well, what can I say?
That client number nine is me, New York New York

I used to be a crusader ( a quantum leap!)
But now I’m there in the muck, not top of the heap

Those demo-state ‘Blues,’ are melting away
To scrutiny thought I was immune-in old New York
If I can’t make it there, we all are doomed I swear
Could not fool you, New York New York

New York New York
I used to wake up next to Kristen while my wife sleeps
And find I’m just number nine - down on the list
Who woulda thought
What a cruel twist!

Those Wall Street folks yell, they’re happy today
They’re glad to see me down and out, in old New York
And.....
This guy who used to be, An Emperor’s VIP
Has got to leave New York New York

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The Song in my Head This Morning

Posted by mrs paddy on Sunday, March 23, 2008 12:24:14 PM

Happy Easter to any who stop by today.  I often wake up with a song in my head.  Sometimes I even have lyrics to a new parody lilting there.  Today I woke up with the anthem "One Early Easter Morning" humming in my memory.  I wish I could provide the lyrics to this song, but I cannot recall all of them.  I do recall the end, though, and I will provide it to you today.  No parodies today.   

"At last the dawn came blazing across the eastern sky.

Thank God for Easter Morning when Christ the Lord rides by."

 

God Bless!
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Obama and Race (redux)

Posted by mrs paddy on Saturday, March 22, 2008 7:20:48 PM
Based on Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones
 
Barak Obama says his race is only Black
No White relations 'cause he wants to be called black
You see he doesn't want to walk in Whitey's shoes
He must identify himself or he might lose.
 
I listen to a preacher who is screaming hate
He's wearing fancy clothes as he gesticulates
I see the people rise and shout all their bodies sway
But Barry won't disown this hatred on display.
 
I look inside the church and wonder is it 'black?'
I see my nation and I hear them talking smack
Maybe this will fade away and we can just face the facts
It's not ever gonna change when it is 'white' or 'black'
 
No more will I believe this nation should be blue
I hate these liberal lies that racists think are true
If you look hard enough you might discern the lies
Obama seeks to shed this awful racist guise.
 
He sees our nation and he wants to take it back
Soon reparations will be in his taxing sack
I don't believe he has the audacity of hope
I have to just believe he thinks we all are dopes
Hmm Hmmm Hmmmm
 
He want us to be paying, paying back
Black is might, black his soul
He wants to see that we cannot argue his choice
He wants to see us paying, paying, paying, paying back!
Yeah!

 

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Bad, Bad, Bad Race Relations

Posted by mrs paddy on Saturday, March 22, 2008 6:20:12 PM
Latest parody re the brouhaha over Rev. Wright and Obama.  From the Beach Boys' Good Vibrations.
 
I....I see the colorful clothes he wears
And the way that Jeremiah jumps and swears
I would like the sound of a gentle word
Or the proof that makes me think Obama cares
I'm picking up bad vibrations
They're talking down my great nation
(Oom bop bop bad vibrations)
I'm listening to accusations
(oom bop bop accusations)
Bad, Bad, Bad, Race Relations
(Oom bop bop)
He's spouting more defamation
(oom bop bop defamation)
Bad, Bad, Bad race relations
(oom bop bop)
He's handing us obfuscations
(Oom bop bop obfuscations)
 
Close your eyes
Don't watch Obama now
Listen close, You know you must be blind
Look closer into his eyes
And you know he shares those racist ties
 
I'm picking up bad vibrations
The race card's in escalation
I'm picking up bad vibrations
(oom bop bop bad vibrations)
The race card's in escalation
(oom bop bop escalation)
Bad, bad, bad race relations
(oom bop bop)
 
He's handing us explanations
(oom bop bop explanations)
Bad, bad, bad race relations
(oom bop bop)
But it's just equivocation!
(oom bop bop equivocation)
AAAHHHHHH!
 
(Ah my my observation)
I don't know where but he should go there
(he is an abomination)
(Ah Christian impersonation)
(Ah my my What?)
 
Gotta keep my eye on Obama
He is panderin' to us
Gotta seek the truth when
 Obama is selling us 'no fuss'
Gotta hear those Obamanations are happening
AAAHHHHHHH!
 
Bad, bad, bad race relations
(oom bop bop)
(I'm hearing more 'damn the nation')
He's saying there's justifcation
(oom bop bop)
(Obfuscations)
Bad, bad, bad race relations
(Oom bop bop)
Just say Nah!....
 
Na na na na na
Na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na
No no no no no
No no no
No no no no no
No no no....

 

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Obama's ticket to ride

Posted by mrs paddy on Wednesday, March 19, 2008 11:01:00 PM
There is a great story by Uncle Remus about Brer Rabbit.  He got caught once, and talked his way into freedom by convincing his captor that he could take anything, as long as he didn't get thrown into the briar patch.  Of course, the briar patch was home, and by making it sound like the worst punishment ever, he tricked Brer Bear into giving him exactly what he wanted.  I see traces of this in Barak's speech when he tells us all that we can dwell on Reverend Wright (bad for him) or we can move onto things more important (forget it and let him go back 'home' to the campaign he wants to run).   Perhaps he'll convince everyone that it doesn't matter, but I think he has no briar patch (thicket) in which to hide.
 
This is based on Beatle's Ticket to Ride
 
I think it's gonna be bad
I think it's today, yeah
The candidate that we had
Is slipping away.
 
He's got no thicket to hide
He's got no thicket to hide
He's got no thicket to hide
And I don't care.
 
He said that listening to Wright
Was just the Black sound, yeah
How could he think it was right?
I think that's profound.
 
He's got no thicket to hide
He's got no thicket to hide
He's got no thicket to hide
And I don't care.
 
I know that he was ridin' so high
He ought to think twice
He ought to do right you see?
And now his votes are saying goodbye
He ought to think twice
He ought to do right you see?
 
I think the world has gone mad
I think it's today, yeah
Obama has to be sad
Wright gave him away
 
He's got no thicket to hide
He's got no thicket to hide
He's got no thicket to hide
And I don't care.
 
I know that he was ridin' so high
He ought to think twice
He ought to do right you see?
And now his votes are saying goodbye
He ought to think twice
He ought to do right you see?
 
Michelle said into the crowd
(It's brining him down, yeah)
That she had never been proud
Of the U.S.A.
 
They've got no thicket to hide
They've got no thicket to hide
Now they've no ticket to ride
And I don't care!
 
I really don't care, I really don't care (repeat)

 

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Barak's Glow

Posted by mrs paddy on Wednesday, March 19, 2008 12:09:52 PM
Thanks Michelle Malkin for the inspiration to write the following parody.  Based on the Mills Brother's song "Glowworm" original words by Johnny Mercer and Music by Paul Lincke
 
Barak is 'Globama', 'bama
Son of a white Mama? Mama?
Can we trust his face we wonder
Or is it just his race we ponder
Shine Obama, glimmer, glimmer
Although your star is getting dimmer
Take a stand for love and hope
Obama you're no dope
 
Glow Obama, man of races
Why should we worry you've two faces
Defeat the female of the Demos
You've got the message and the memos
Your star could use a little brightnin'
'Cause Reverend Wright is pretty frightnin'
When you gotta glow, you glow
Tell us what we should know.
 
How will you fix the damage, he caused?
No one believes you missed it because
If he has been your spiritual mentor
How can we think you'll take the center?
In this election season, season
Nothing has any rhyme or reason
We don't need more vitriol
Look to your nation's soul
 
Now we've all heard that hope's 'audacity'
There's not a doubt you have tenacity
You don't see Wright as a racist
But say your grandma has that basis
See how the campaign starts to darken
But to your voice the people harken
Just say the word and they will scream
Dream Obama, dream
 
One more pass to keep momentum
Brokered conventions happen seldom
Just tell us to stop and ponder
Clinton will not make us fonder
Don't worry Barry you can lick it
Ignore the facts now, that's the ticket
Just keep telling us to hope
That you're no misanthrope.
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