Lyrics and Poems

I wrote one of my soupier songs about Tip O’Neill, to the tune of “On the Sunny Side of the Street”:

Vote your brains and vote your heart

Be a Democrat and feel good

Find yourself some style

On the TIP side of the aisle

Now just avoid the right

The Falwells, Helms, and Reagans

Tip will make you smile

On the donkey side of the aisle

Its fairness jobs and peace

They’re the framework of our party

Even walk a mile

To the TIP side of the aisle.

Words to the tune of “Ballin’ the Jack” to express my frustration with President Reagan’s arms buildup:

First you put a missile here and there

Then pretty soon there are missiles everywhere

It’s all okay ’til they start to blow

And then we turn around and look around

And what do you know

One thing that helped me recover from the attempt to impeach President Clinton, at least temporarily, was to write a song that celebrated all the good things about the Clinton–Gore years (lyrics to the tune of “The Way We Were”):

Memories

Of the days of Bill and Al

We have happy White House memories

Of the way we were

Oh the victories

Like the deficit we slew

And the children getting health care

They’re insured, that’s new

My way to deal with awful things I haven’t been able to prevent was, as always, to write a song. This one has the title “The Supreme Disappointment” and is to the tune of “My Favorite Things.”

Scalia and Rehnquist and Sandra and Tony

How could you find our election laws phony?

Don’t you think every vote counts in the land?

Why didn’t one of you just take a stand?

Where’s the statute?

Where’s the refute?

Where’s the precedent?

I’m not on the court but I think it’s a tort

It’s not what our founders meant!

About the Bush–Gore contested 2000 election to the tune of “It Was Just One of Those Things”:

To the melody of “Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina,” I wrote this during the Iraq War:

Don’t cry for us, Condoleezza

You are the one who told us of tubes aluminum

Of weapons there were none

Your truth was half baked with yellow fake cake

Here’s a non-musical little rhyme I wrote about being mistaken for Nancy Pelosi:

I don’t look like Nancy

She doesn’t look like me

But Californians mix us up

Explain how can that be?

We’ve pondered this for years

We’ve held some seminars

We think it’s ’cause we’re in the face

Of right-wing demagogues

From Limbaugh to Hannity

From Savage to Coulter

We view their attacks

As a huge badge of honor.

After the 2004 Ohio voting fiasco to the tune of “Smiles”:

There are lines

That make me happy

Like baseball lines

That lead from base to base

There are lines

That also make me grumpy

Like these lines

Right here upon my face

Harry Reid often tells me I’m the sister he never had. And, Harry, you are the brother I never had. I wrote a song about him, to the tune of “Sunny.”

Harry… thank you for the strength you give to us

Harry… thank you for the way you make them cuss

So you’re not a TV star

We just take you as you are

Harry blue and true

No one like you

Harry… working from the day until the night

Harry… never turns away when there’s a fight

We’re so glad you changed the rules

Good thing there are no Senate duels

Harry blue and true

No one like you.

I wrote words about how good it would be if more women were in politics, to the tune of “If I Ruled the World”: