Taking requests for the first R&R Campaign Songfest!
Don't know if anyone has done this before but with all the creatively snarky
(and snarkilily creative) talent out there in the kososphere
it seems like its high time to put this show on the road:
Willardpalloza!
Yes, this is your backstage pass all areas ticket to the official R&R musical smackdown.
Bring out your inner 'Weird Al's and kick out the jams Lenoref@&kers!
(sorry couldn't resist an MC5 allusion there)
Have a suggestion for a retroactively corrected song title?
Is there a a single verse of revisionist history you have just been dying to sing?
Perhaps a chorus that you just can't get out of your head
when you hear the R&R campaign's latest warblings?
Or can you bring it with a full song parody?
Give us something the rest of us can whistle on our way home on a Friday afternoon!
PS don't forget to make some dedications to those who are really deserving!
Go below those hummable and palatable orange clefts for
the first song I thought of, Seger's classic soul-searcher 'Turn the Page.'
I must confess that young Mittens and I share the same suburban Detroit roots.
My folks couldn't afford Cranbrook but I wouldn't be suprised if brothers of some of my friends in the old 'hood didn't help Willard with his hairdressing chores.
Here we go: Scene opens with Alto Reed's sax wail and Mittens face in Mr Bus' rear- view.
Burn The Page
(appologies to Bob Seger)
On the long and loathsome highway
Slouching East from Wabasaha
I have listened to my campaign
Moanin' out its one note song
I just think about the Koches
or the rubes we fleeced the night before
But my thoughts they soon get wandering
The way they always do
While I’m hidin’ thirteen tax years
And there's nothin' much to do
And I don't feel much like smilin',
I just wish the vote was through
Here I am
On Mr Bus again
There I am
Up on the stage
Here I go
With epic fail again
There I go
Burn the page
Well I walk into a fundraiser,
Wrung out from the road
And I avoid the questions asked of me
As I’m shakin' down some gold
The press pretends it doesn't bother them
But they just want to explode
Most times I don’t hear 'em talk,
Other times I can
That same old refrain,
"What are you hiding, man?"
By my evasions they’re outnumbered,
They won’t ever understand
Here I am
On Mr Plane again
There I am
In a penthouse cage
Here I go
Etchin’ diary again
There I go
Burn the page
Out in their communities
They’re a million miles away
Every faceless voter
I’ll forget along the away
And flop sweat drips from my body
With every word the kossacks say
Later in the evening
As I lie awake in bed
With fat bundles of Dead Presidents
Swimmin' round my head
I torch the latest polling charts,
Forget what Rachel Maddow said
Here I am
On Mr Bus again
There I am
Disengaged
Here I go
Unhinged again
There I go
Burn the page
Here I am
On Mr Plane again
There I am
In a penthouse cage
Here I go
Etchin’ diary again
There I go
Burn the page
There I go
There I go