The People's Cube - Political Satire

(Wherein a "die a 'tard" progg voices reservations concerning The One for the first time)

Every time I see you golf, I can't understand
Why you let this vacation thing get so out of hand
You'd have managed better if you had it all planned
Why'd you choose such a priviledged place with no jobs in the land
If you'd come twenty years ago, we'd have duped the whole nation
America in '92 had no alternate communication

Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)
Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)
Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)
Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)

I only wanna know (I only wanna know)
I only wanna know (I only wanna know)
I only wanna know (I only wanna know)
I only wanna know (I only wanna know)

BARRACK HUSSEIN! BARRACK HUSSEIN!)
Who are you, why do you act so vain?
Barrack Hussein, Barrack Hussein
Who are you, why do you act so vain?
Barrack Hussein, Superstar
Are you The One we've been waiting for?
Barrack Hussein, Superstar
Are you The One we've been waiting for?

Tell me what you think about the Proggs at the top
Who do you think besides yourself's the pick of the crop
Wilson, is he where it's at, is he where you are?
Did Johnson grow the State the most or was it FDR?
Did you mean to spend like that, was that a mistake?
Or did you think these deficits would be a nation breaker?

Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)
Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)
Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)
Don't you get me wrong (Don't you get me wrong)

I only wanna know (I only wanna know)
I only wanna know (I only wanna know)
I only wanna know (I only wanna know)
I only wanna know (I only wanna know)

BARRACK HUSSEIN! BARRACK HUSSEIN!
Who are you, why do you act so vain?
Barrack Hussein, Barrack Hussein
Who are you, why do you act so vain?
Barrack Hussein, Superstar
Are you The One we've been waiting for?
Barrack Hussein, Superstar
Are you The One we've been waiting for?

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Well, comrades it appears I am having show tunes on the brain (not that there is being anything wrong with that!) I am calling this one ...

MARK & KRAUTHAMMERSTEYN'S OH OBAMA!"

We couldn't pick a better time for Change in life
It ain't too early and it ain't too late
Starting in the White House with a beefed up wife
Soon be creating a Socialist state
Socialist state! Gonna treat you great
Gonna give you health care and stamps fer pertaters
Payoffs for the unions and cur'ncy manipulaters
Wind farms on the prairie as gas prices zoom
Trillions in debt and a downgrade soon
Plen'y of regs, unbounded in scope
Plen'y of "Change" and plen'y of "Hope"

O-O-O-O-O-O-OH, Obama
He's a Muslim by way of Harvard Main
With a clean bright voice, that's really choice
Until the deficits escalate our PAIN!
O-O-O-O-O-O-OH, Obama
Every night my Army buds and me
Sit in disbelief as Commander in Chief
Makes it a crime to bitch-slap JIHADI!
We know he's the pres of this land
But this powergrabbing's getting out of hand
Cause when we say .. NO!
This yuppie's gone astray ...
We're only saying ... You've crossed the line Barry Bama
Barry Bama, this ain't OK

(Cue chorus of tens of millions of square dancing American citizens)

O-O-O-O-O-O-OH! Obama
He's a Muslim by way of Harvard Main (No Obama!)
With a clean bright voice, that's realy choice
Until the deficits escalate OUR PAIN!
O-O-O-O-O-O-OH! Obama
Every night my Army buds and me
Sit in disbelief as our Commander in Chief
Makes it a crime to bitchslap JIHADI!!!!
We know he's the pres of this land (Jail to the Chief!)
But this powergrabbing's getting out of hand
So when we say ... NO!
To a yuppie gone astray ...
We're only saying ... YOU'VE CROSSED THE LINE, BARRY BAMA!!
Barry Bama, not OK

No Obama, no Obama, no Obama, no Obama, no Obama, no Obama
No Obama, no Obama, no OBAMA, no OBAMA!, no OBAMA!, no OBAMA!!

We know he's the Pres of this land
But this powergrabbing's getting out of hand
So when we say ... NO!
To a yuppie gone astray ...
We're only saying, You've crossed the line, BARRY BAMA
Barry Bama, there's no way!! (No chance, no how, no way ...)

NO OBA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-MA!!! ..... NO!!!!!!!!

Thank you, comrades you are being too kind. You know, back when I was a younger idiot, I made a parody of "Oklahoma!" called "Koji and Hamma-san's YOKOHAMA!"

In the grand finale of this classic Bushido-Kabuki musical romp, a young samurai is ordered to commit seppuku for a faux pas committed during a tea ceremony for his daimyo. But instead of ritualistically eviscerating himself, the plucky young kohai samurai stops the show with ...

They couldn't pick a worse way to end my life
May faint too early and I might look lame
Gonna spill my entrails with this sharpened knife
Soon be dealing with my sense of shame
Sense of shame! Restore family name!
Gonna pay the cost of your shameful misdeed-er
Restore family name per Code of Bushid-er
Expiring like a cherry as the geishas swoon
Plen'y of prayers and plen'y of doom
Plen'y of neck to take the sword
Plen'y of pain to appease my Lord

YO-O-O-O-O-OH! Kohama!
Where typhoons come roaring off the bay
Where the planting rice, can sure smells nice
Till the tsunamis wipes it all AWAY!
YO-O-O-O-O-OH! Kohama
Every night my dread Lord and Sempai
Sits alone aloof, ninjas scale the roof
Cause the Shogun wants his ass to DIE!
I know I belong to my Lord
But I hope he doesn't make me use this sword
Cause if I say ... YEOW!
My life will slip away ...
I'm only saying This really hurts, Yokohama
Yokohama, not OK

(Cue chorus of square dancing Geishas made up in whiteface)

YO-O-O-O-O-OH! Kohama
Where typhoons come roaring off the bay (Yokohama!)
And the planting rice can sure smell nice
Till tsunamis wipes it all away
YO-O-O-O-O-OH! Kohama
Every night our dread Lord and Sempai
Sits alone aloof, ninjas scale the roof
Cause the shogun wants his ass to die
We know he belongs to his Lord
But we hope he doesn't fall upon his sword
Cause when we say ... OHHH!
His life will slip away ...
We're only saying, Please spare his life, Yokohama!
Yokohama, you're OK!

Yokohama, Yokohama, Yokohama, Yokohama, Yokohama, Yokohama
Yokohama, Yokohama, Yoko-HAMA! Yoko-HAMA! Yoko-HAMA! Yoko-HAMA!

We know he belongs to his Lord
But we hope he doesn't fall upon his sword
Cause when we say ... OHHH!
His life will slip AWAY! ....
We're only saying, PLEASE SPARE HIS LIFE, YOKOHAMA!
YOKOHAMA ... OK? (WA KA RI MAS NEH?)

YOKOHA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-MA!! .... HAI!!


(I cant stop myself with these show tunes, Comrades ... not that there anything wrong with that. Here is yet another take on "Oklahoma", called "Frank Sinatra" from the musical "Martin and Sammy-stein's 'Oh, Sinatra'". It's probably my best one.)

They couldn't pick a better time to ditch this hole
Gotta put the brakes on this Endsville run
Sparring with Borgnine in a tough wop role
Look out world, best is yet to come
Yet to come ... Frankie ain't no bum
Gonna bed down Gardner; get Angie 'tween the covers
Rat Pack in Vegas; "Songs for Swinging Lovers."
Hoofing in Chi-town with the Seven Hoods
Oceans 11, just as good
Plenty of action on the vegas Strip
Plenty of cool and plenty of hip

FRA-A-A-A-A-A-ANK .. Sinatra
Up in April, shot down again in May
'Twas amazing feat, with help discrete
From some mobsters, or so some punk flacks say
FRA-A-A-A-A-A-ANK .. Sinatra
Ev'ry night my swinging doll and I
Sit alone at night and cuddle tight
To some platters sung by ol' Blue eyes
We know he's the head of The Pack
Even said Pete Lawford was a hack
So when we sing (gas!) .. a-ring a-ding a-ding
We're only saying
You're still the Boss, Frank Sinatra
Frank you did it .. your way

(Cue chorus of eternally love-struck bobby sockers)

FRA-A-A-A-A-A-ANK .. Sinatra
Skinny kid from Hoboken near the bay
With a honeyed voice that sure was choice
And the guts .. to do it his own way
FRA-A-A-A-A-A-ANK .. Sinatra
Evry night my gasser man and I
Share a longing glance, warm embracing dance
As he croons out "Strangers in The Night"
We know he's the Chair of the Board
He even grabbed that actor's award
So when we croon (OOOOH!) .. a-do-be do-be do
We're only saying
Still rule our hearts, Frankie Blue Eyes
Frank Sinatra, you're OK

Ooh it's Frankie, Ooh it's Frankie, Ooh it's Frankie, Ooh it's Frankie, Ooh it's Frankie
Ooh it's Frankie!, Ooh it's Frankie!! Ooh, it's FRANKIE, Ooh, it's FRANKIE!, Ooh, it's FRANKIE!!

We know he's the Chair of The Board
Skinny kid that we still all adore
So when we swoon (OOOOH!) .. to do-be do-be DO
We're only saying
STILL OWN OUR HEARTS, FRANKIE BLUE EYES!!
Frank Sinatra, you're OK
Let's Start The Action

FRANK SINA-A-A-ATRA-A-A! (YEAH!)

Ah...Capitalist Show tunes..No doubt our most sensitive comrades will approve as well.