Mr. Texas likes to ignore his New England roots. So I couldn't resist calling my latest song parody "Prez From Old New England." Feel free to sing along to "Girl from Ipanema," by Jobim/Gimbel/DeMoraes, using this midi link.
Tall and tan and brash and ornery,
The Prez from old New England goes talking,
And when he rants, yes, the Dems he bashes go -- Bah!
When he talks, he jumbles grammar,
Does things so cruel, he's surely mental,
And when he acts out, the Dems he freaks out go -- No!
Ooh, how I watch him so sadly.
How did we get stuck with Dubya?
Yes, he has fouled things up badly.
So each day of his Presidency
Just fills me with dread -- Woe is me!
Tall and tan and brash and ornery.
The Prez from old New England goes talking,
And when he rants, yes, I'm riled at old Forty-three.
Tall and tan with macho attitude,
The Prez from old New England goes plotting,
And when he plots, yes, the Dems who loathe him go -- Bah!
Phony threats and oil fueled war plans,
Didn't pay his dues, but brays judgmental,
And when he acts out, the Dems he freaks out go -- No!
Ooh, how I watch him so sadly.
How were we saddled with Dubya?
Yes, he has mucked things up badly.
And each day of his Presidency
Just fills me with dread -- Woe is me!
Tall and tan and brash and ornery,
The Prez from old New England goes talking,
And when he rants, yes, I'm riled cause old Forty-three
Won't let us be free,
Acts preemptively.
