King No Brain

I decided to re-write McCain’s next stump speech, with some help from The Police. (The rock band, not the law enforcement officials.)

King No Brain
Original words and music “King of Pain” by Gordon M. Sumner 1983
Additional lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider 2008

There’s a younger black man on the trail today
Says the same old things as yesterday
There’s a black man caught by a high-strung cop
There’s a flag pin flap and the smears won’t stop

I have stood here before and said this same refrain
That the world’s turning circles going fast insane
I guess I’m always hoping that you’ll let me reign
But it’s my destiny to be the King No Brain

Dear John McCain

Here is what I would say to John McCain, if I thought he’d listen to me. I was looking for a video to post with this one, and I almost rejected it until it got to around 3:14 in the video. What a hilarious shot. I hope you enjoy it. And John McCain, I hope you listen.

Dear John McCain
Original words and music “Photograph” by Richard Starkey and George Harrison
Additional lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Ev’ry time I hear his voice
It reminds me of the choices, we have to vote
But all I want is a Democrat
Who will realize we’re not going back to before

I think I’ll make it the day you go away
But I can’t take it
If you get voted in to stay-yi-yay-yi-yay

I can’t get used to living here
While my bank is broke, my fears supplied by you
I want the one who’s young and bold

Blinded By The Right

Painful as it is to admit, we got duped.

Blinded By The Right
Original Words and Music “Blinded by The Light” by Bruce Springsteen, 1973
Additional Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider, 2008

Madman Georgie-Porgy and contractors in an orgy, well he ain’t no diplomat
On the outs with his bouts as the alcoholic doubts his way is where it’s at
With the story of his glory feelin’ kinda gory I skipped the Sunday-go-round
With this very unnerving curving and swerving the calamity crashed to the ground.
Some half-hot all-snot was talkin’ up the hot spot, pointin’ his fingers, joinin’ his man
And some Bush-bot mascot was tied into a legal knot with his what-not in his hand
And then poor Scott, put on the spot, falsely told a bunch of rot and boned our soldiers in the sand
And some bloodshot drunken sot whispers Pappy’s within earshot, save the buckshot, don’t play your hand

Yes, we were blinded by the right,
Oh, got juiced by a ruse, another rumor in the night

Turning On You

A number of very prominent conservative voices have come out saying that Gov Sarah Palin should be dumped from the Republican ticket. It’s as if they were saying this…

Turning On You
Original Words and Music by Blue Oyster Cult
Additional Lyrics by Wayne A. Schneider 2008

Wrong in Wasilla
Wrong for this city
Wrong isn’t pretty
Ain’t no good to me

Wrong on the Mid East