In case you have been following this blog occasionally I rip off my favorite musical song Trouble from the music man...The lead is concerned because someone has brought pool to a town that previously only had billiards....well I am here to tell you the U.S.A. is in a lot more trouble than River City Iowa ever was and like our leader the country has become Bush....enjoy the lyrics to the song..I have modified them a bit to make them more pertinent to our current situation.
World-- Well, either you're closing your eyes To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated By the presence of a corporatist in the whitehouse. Ya got trouble, my friend, right here, I say, trouble right here in D.C. Why sure I'm a political pundit, Certainly mighty proud I say I'm always mighty proud to say it. I consider that the hours I spend Reading up on things are golden. Help you cultivate horse sense And a cool head and a keen eye. Ever take and try to give a person the political heads up yourself From a three minute spot? But just as I say, It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score points while discussing politics. I say that any boob kin take and give what they read in a local paper. And they call that sloth. The first big step on the road To the depths of deg-ra-Day-- I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon, Then beer from a bottle. An' the next thing ya know, Your son is writin' for money In a pinch-back suit. And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper Hearin' him tell about Rudy Guliani. Not a wholesome presidential' race, no! But a race where they lie right to your face! Like to see some stuck-up corporate joe-boy Talking on the Daily Show? Make your blood boil? Well, I should say. Friends, lemme tell you what I mean. Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six and more rascals in the race a race that marks the diff'rence Between a gentlemen and a bum, With a capital "b," And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for politicians! And all week long your American Youth'll be frittern away, I say your young men'll be frittern! Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too! Shoot the iraqi freedom fighter I mean insurgent Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded. Never mind pumpin' any water 'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty On a Saturday night and that's trouble, Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble. I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers, Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the night scope when they should be in school, look, folks! Right here in D.C. Trouble with a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for politics, Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents. I'm gonna be perfectly frank. Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes On while they're loafin' around that green zone? They're tryin' out Boorah, tryin' out yeehaw, Tryin' out shootin guns like sadistic Feends! And braggin' all about How they're gonna cover up a massacre blaming Al Qaida. One fine night, they leave the barracks Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and Scarlet women! And Rag-time, shameless music That'll grab your son and your daughter With the arms of a jungle animal instink! Mass-staria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!
People: Trouble, oh we got trouble, Right here in D.C. With a capital "T" That rhymes with "P" And that stands for Politics. That stands for polotics. We've surely got trouble! Right here in D.C. Right here! Gotta figger out a way To keep the young ones moral after high school. Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Harold: Mothers of this country, Heed the warning before it's too late! Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption! The moment your son leaves the house, Does he enlist in the army? Is he trying to get away from his small town without jobs because they have been outsourced? Maybe he knows it his one shot at getting a college education. Is he starting to realize he doesn't want to compete for labor jobs with illegal aliens? Are certain words creeping into his conversation? Words like 'what the hell" And 'so did my old man" Well, if so my friends, Ya got trouble, Right here in D.C. With a capital "T" And that rhymes with "P" And that stands for Politics, We've surely got trouble! Right here in D.C. Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule! Oh, we've got trouble. We're in terrible, terrible trouble. That race with all that corporate money is the devil's tool! Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble! With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"! And that stands for Politics.
lyrics Ya Got Trouble lyrics The Music Man soundtrack lyrics
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