Live in Manhattan (Kansas)

(I Like to Be in America)
I like to drive in America
I like to thrive in America
I’m so alive in America
Polluting more than Eric and Erica

(Why Can’t We Be Friends?)
What would Jesus Drive to arrive alive
He’d go 55 in some hybrid jive

(8 miles high)
Eight feet high.enough to look down
On mere mortals driving their mere cars
When they grow up tall like my Suburban Assault,
We’ll build SUV’s up to the stars

(Imagine)
You may say I’m a dreamer
Cause I visualize emphysema

(12 days of Christmas)
7 SUV’s a-swarming
Cause global warming
Melting polar ice caps
Raising – oceans – perhaps
But while your fuel efficient mini-car’s mired in the mud
My S.U.V. will rise above the flood

(I Like to Be in America)
I live for the biggest vehicles
Spiffy unsustainable vehicles
Gimmee the best brand, no Generica
Though it leads to global Guernica

(Auld Lang Syne)
Admittedly my S.U.V. will cause us all to roast
But it’ll only take a day to drive from coast to coast

Original song, 1909 
Original words by Will Hough and Frank Adams 
Music by Joseph E. Howard and Harold Orlob 
{Deep Apologies!}

You encouraged those massacres in East Timor 
Not as famous as Vietnam true 
You have wreaked your affliction on each one in turn 
and have sworn each one you didn’t do 
You were our Svengali, a master by golly 
The extent of your crimes no one knew 
does it ever occur to you later my boy 
that you could be tried, even you? 

Chorus: 
I wonder who’s Kissinger now 
How’s the old coup-binger now 
wonder who’s looking out from his eyes 
breathing sighs, telling lies 
I wonder who’s home in his head 
Is there remorse for the dead 
wonder if he still thinks he’ll go free 
I wonder who’s Kissinger now

If you want to feel justice, be given your due 
just imagine yourself sharply dressed 
In the docket of some War Crimes Tribunal hearing 
from the people you cruelly suppressed
Oh the time slips away and your crimes in Chile 
flit away with a sword and a tear 
So though you can tell where is Kissinger now 
You might be in jail this time next year
Chorus

MEGS AND ALL

In 1951 I’d just begun
In 1951 I’d just begun
Korean War was underway
We had a brand new Chevrolet
We were livin’ the American Way in 51

In 1955 came civil rights
In 1955, civil rights
There was much to overcome
Ku Klux terror and the slum
Who knew what was to come in 55

In 1963 in Washington
We marched to show that freedom could be won
There were freedom songs to sing
And there was Martin Luther King
In 1963 in Washington

In 1968 we came undone
Revolutions were put down with club and gun
There was blood and there was bombs
Not a nation could be calmed
In 1968 we came undone

In 1969 we walked the moon
On earth a man still called his neighbor coon
Some were happy, some did say
It was mankind’s greatest day
In 1969 we walked the moon

And then the freedom leaders all were gone
Government officials said be calm
With the killers still at large
And Nixon still in charge
So many freedom leaders…gone

The eighties were the fifties upside down
Plutocrats and colonels gaining ground
When we hit 1984
It was like the book, maybe more
Yes, the eighties were dark days all around

Then they invented a new machine, mouse and all
They invented a new machine, megs and all
It’s a global clarion call
Gathers data on us all
It’s a high tech shopping mall, mouse and all

One superpower now bestrides the world
Banners of resistance are unfurled
For these people and this earth
A new millenium’s in birth
And we will not live in a world of greed, 
We will not stoop except to plant another seed

Put’En Ron the Ritz

If your 401 is done 
You don’t know where it’s gone
Why don’t you go where Enron sits
Puttin’ on the ritz

Come with me and we’ll attend their jubilee 
And see them spend your last two bits
Puttin’ on the ritz

Dubya sold his Harken stock for four dollar
Price slid to one twenty five share-
holders  scream and holler

SEC said that’s a fake sale
But they fail to nail the Govnor
There it sits
System’s on the fritz

Have you seen the well to do?
Up and down Park Avenue?
Dubya’s in the White House now
No accounting for just how

Dubya demands high standards
Dick and George of course were slandered 
Yes they may be slime,
But it was a perfect crime!

And if you will harken back to haliburton
That’s when Cheney’s biz was hurtin
So he sold his bits

There was buyin, there was sellin
There was stocks all go to hellin
But the wise guys
were puttin on the ritz

Then they sold subsidiaries to them
selves masking their losses, making more cash 
for their bosses
Come with me and we’ll attend their jubilee 
And see them spend your last two bits
Puttin’ on the ritz