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Tue Mar 10, 2015 at 03:01 PM PDT

The Ballad of John Boehner

by PsychoSuperMom

Reposted from PsychoSuperMom by brae70

. . . because tragic figures deserve epic ballads . . .


Which of Boehner's frequently mocked idiosyncracies do you find most sophomorically amusing?

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Reposted from PsychoSuperMom by brae70

I'm posing this musical question to the tune of a song that is about the same age as his target audience:


Fri Feb 27, 2015 at 12:07 PM PST

Scott Walker's Theme Song

by Kelroy

Reposted from Kelroy by brae70

To the tune of Sam Cooke's, Wonderful World:

Don't know much about history
Or how I flunked out of university
Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the classes I allegedly took

But I do know, President I want to be
And I know that if you vote for me
What a wonderful world this would be

Don't know much about budgetry
Don't care much for unions, you see
Don't know much about civility
Don't know how to answer simple questions posed to me

But I do know, one and one is three
And if I can please the GOP
What a wonderful world this would be

Now I don't claim to be an 'A student'
And don’t want to be
Because all those ‘A students’ baby
Are the re-al dum-mm-ies

Don't believe in taxing the wealthy
Don't believe in Global Warm-ing
Don't like the way poor people look
Don't know how much from the Koch Brothers, I took

But I do love the money I make
From being on the take
What a wonderful world this be

La ta ta ta ta ta ta ah
Hmm mmm mmm
La ta ta ta ta ta ah
(Science book)
Hmm mmm mmm, yeah
(Money I took)

But I do know one and one is three
And if would vote for me
What a wonderful world this would be

Reposted from Mopshell by brae70

Over the years, Weird Al Yankovic has given us humorous parodies on many a popular song (who can forget Eat It to the tune of Michael Jackson’s Beat It?) but this time he’s outdone himself.

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Tue Feb 25, 2014 at 05:18 AM PST

A Song for Arizona

by Johnga

Reposted from Johnga by brae70

To the tune of "Big Iron" By Marty Robbins

To the town of Scottsdale Phoenix rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly talked to folks around him, he was looking for The Gay
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger had been sent there on a bigot minded trip
Bigot Minded Trip!

It was early in the morning when he rode in to the town
He came sporting "family values" as he slowly looked around
No one dared to hoist a rainbow, no one stood with hand on hip
For the stranger had been sent there on a bigot minded trip
Bigot Minded Trip!

In this town there were two snowbirds by the name of Joe and Fred
They had dreamed of getting married, before they both were dead
They had flown in from Chicago, where the blizzards often strike
They had come to play some tennis, and to maybe ride a bike
Maybe ride a bike.

Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona lawman, and he knew what’s going down
He had come to stop the sinning, as his good Book truly said
And the sinners he was after had the names of Joe and Fred
Names of Joe and Fred

Wasn’t long before he found them, getting treatments at the spa
They were holding hands in public, in violation of the law!
Back home it seemed so normal, but out here it was a slip
Cause these Arizona lawmen were on a bigot minded trip
Bigot Minded Trip!

The morning passed so quickly, and the heat was getting grim
Joe and Fred had finished tennis, so they went to take a swim
If their suits were too revealing might the Lord just strike them dead?
No. they both wore extra layers so their skin would not turn red
Their skin would not turn red

There was forty feet between them when the lawman made his play
Stand up for Christian freedom, they were obviously gay!
Though the men did not wear leather, their attitude was flip
And the Arizona lawmen were on a bigot minded trip
Bigot Minded Trip

It was over in a moment, and the folks all stopped and looked
Fred and Joe repacked the suitcase,the trip had been rebooked
Oh they might have spent a bundle, but the state had made a slip
When they tried to outlaw love on their bigot minded trip
Bigot Minded Trip!

Reposted from MoonlightGraham by brae70

Maybe Bill Nye should have opened with this one.  

Maybe we should sing this every time the clods from Westboro show up, at every GOP fundraiser, every teabagger event, ... the list goes on.

Play it, sing it, to drown out the noise of each bigot / racist / sexist / homophobe who twists any scripture or mythology to justify their hatred.

For anyone who wants to sing along with Mr. Cab Calloway (click here), one of those who portrayed Sportin' Life in Porgy and Bess, the Gershwin lyrics are below:

It ain't necessarily so / It ain't necessarily so
The t'ings dat yo' li'ble / To read in de Bible,
It ain't necessarily so.

Li'l David was small, but oh my ! / Li'l David was small, but oh my !
He fought Big Goliath / Who lay down an' dieth !
Li'l David was small, but oh my !

Wadoo, zim bam boddle-oo, / Hoodle ah da wa da,
Scatty wah ! / Oh yeah !...

Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale, / Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale,
Fo' he made his home in /Dat fish's abdomen.
Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale.

Li'l Moses was found in a stream. / Li'l Moses was found in a stream.
He floated on water / Till Ol' Pharaoh's daughter,
She fished him, she said, from dat stream.

Wadoo ...

Well, it ain't necessarily so / Well, it ain't necessarily so
Dey tells all you chillun / De debble's a villun,
But it ain't necessarily so !

To get into Hebben / Don' snap for a sebben !
Live clean ! Don' have no fault !
Oh, I takes dat gospel / Whenever it's pos'ble,
But wid a grain of salt.

Methus'lah lived nine hundred years, / Methus'lah lived nine hundred years,
But who calls dat livin' / When no gal will give in
To no man what's nine hundred years ?

I'm preachin' dis sermon to show, / It ain't nece-ain't nece
Ain't nece-ain't nece / Ain't necessarily ... so !

Reposted from Bring more on by brae70

I don't like bullies, and I especially do not want a bully elected to national office.  I wrote and recorded the following song parody so I, and maybe others, can laugh a little when we are tempted to get overtaken with anger.  The recording can be heard on my Reverbnation page by following this link.  It's the top song on the page.

If interested, follow me over the jump to see the lyrics.

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Reposted from jpmassar by Quicklund

Let me tell you the story
Of a man named Snowden
On that tragic and fateful day.
He put secrets in his pocket,
Kissed his girl and family
Took a ride to Hong Kong Bay.

Charlie handed in his ticket
At Oahu Station
And he changed for Moscow Town
When he got there the KGB told him,
"Nyet, Hacker!"
Charlie couldn't get out of that lane.

Did he ever return,
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearn'd
He may live forever
near the gates of Moscow
He's the man who never returned.

Now all night long
Charlie sits amongst the gates
Saying, "What will become of me?'
'How can I email
My sister in Chelsea
Without the NSA reading
what the KGB wants them to see?'

Charlie's girl goes down
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window
She hands the NSA a PGP key
As the agents comes rumblin' through.

Now you citizens of Russia,
Don't you think it's a scandal
That the people have to pay and pay?
We keep Snowden fed and clothed,
We keep Snowden in our airport,
Just to fight with the USA!
Let him fly to Venezuela
Let him fly to Bolivia
Just get poor Snowden out of Moscow today!

He'll never return,
No he'll never return
And his fate will be unlearned
He may live forever
near the gates of Moscow
He's the man who never returned.
He's the man who never returned.
He's the man who never returned.


Charlie on the MTA


Mon Jul 22, 2013 at 08:50 AM PDT

Battle Hymn of the Republicans

by jmcmeans

Reposted from jmcmeans by brae70

I wrote these lyrics back in 2006 and promptly forgot about them. I was going through some papers and rediscovered the song. The inspiration of course was the Bush administration's policies and behavior. It is interesting that, in my opinion, the lyrics are just as relevant today. Certainly, if a Republican wins the presidency again, the "bad ol days" will be here again. That is a possibility despite what the pundits might think because the Republican strategy is to deny the right to vote to Democrats, which they can do at the state level. I know many folks are not completely happy with the Obama administration, but it could be a whole lot worse.

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Reposted from Horace Boothroyd III by Quicklund Editor's Note: Not a song parody diary, but the comments sure are -- Quicklund

Like a parody of the hippies worst nightmare Bob Dylan was not able to produce papers after committing the crime of walking down the street. AKA: Acting suspiciously. So he spent time in police custody in order to show his papers and apparently those papers are now needed to walk down the street.

Can you smell the freedom?

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Wed May 08, 2013 at 06:06 AM PDT

The Roast of RASA

by detroitmechworks

Reposted from detroitmechworks by brae70


Oh, jeez, RASA... RASA...

What the hell?  I mean really, what the hell.  You guys just created a group because RKBA was good at preventing its members from ever losing an argument.

Repeal or Amend the the Second Amendment.  Come on guys we couldn't get an amendment passed in this country that 100% of Americans should have been for.  I mean, the ERA, remember that?  There was two groups who should have supported that.  People with vaginas, and people who ever wanted to see one again.  And we couldn't pass it!  Clearly it's a sign you just need to pack it up and go home.

I mean, what was the last amendment we actually had?  Oh yeah, Congress can't vote themselves a pay raise.  This session.   Course with the retention rate of congressmen, that sure did a hell of a lot, eh?  Yeah, NEXT year they can order the Bentley.

(More good-natured humor on the flip)

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It's been kind of slim pickings at the National Parody Administration since the defeat of Mitt Romney.  Fortunately (or unfortunately), the other party seems to be coming to the rescue by providing some good material.  This song is to the tune of "Take These Chains From My Heart", a plea from a jilted lover.  You can hear two good versions of this tune below:

Ray Charles - Take These Chains From My Heart

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Below the fold is my parody version:

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