Teleprompterville (A Protest Song)

Today I heard Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville” on the radio and his ennui over a blown out flip-flop reminded me of my ennui over a possible intervention in Syria.  As I listened to his song, I began singing my own song.  Instead of flip-flops and frozen concoctions I substituted snafus and Assad.  So here is my song – a parody, a satire, and a protest to the world’s insanity.

 

“Teleprompterville”*

Threw out a red line;

Showin’ I got spine;

All of those despots soon will be gone.

 

With facelift and tan

Kerry’s my point man—

Massage the intel; make Congress my pawn.

 

Wastin’ away again in Teleprompterville,

Searching for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that 43’s there to blame,

But I know it’s nobody’s fault.

 

With boots on the ground,

Assad we will hound,

Nothin’ to show but this first-rate snafu.

 

But it’s a real beauty.

McCain wants a sortie.

How we got here I haven’t a clue.

 

Wastin’ away again in Teleprompterville,

Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that ole 43’s there to blame

Now I think,

“Hell, it could be my fault.”

 

They caught us spyin’,

Then caught us lyin’.

Lost my cred had to cruise on Assad.

 

But distractions will hinder

And soon they will render

The majority that helps me hang on.

 

Wastin’ away again in Teleprompterville,

Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim ole 43’s there to blame,

But I know it’s my own damn fault.

 

Yes some people claim ole 43’s there to blame,

But I know it’s my own damn fault.

 

*Available as a karaoke track with lyrics on a teleprompter.

 
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