Last night in Vox Populi, Alpha Bitch joked about the NRA’s Stand Your Ground Law reminding her of a Woody Guthrie song:
“This ground is my ground,
that land is my ground,
from where you live now
to where I stand now.
And I will shoot you,
no need to loot me;
this law was made for guys like me!”
And my rule of thumb is that one hilarious parody deserves another. So, this weekend’s music thread is a special edition where you create the entertainment. Whether it’s just a brief lyric or an entire song, you’re invited to share your own song parody about any issue or topic.
Following Alpha Bitch’s lead, here’s one for Stand Your Ground, ALEC and all the racist gun nuts out there:
Sometimes its hard to be a white man
Having all your fear in just black men.You’ll have bad times,
And he’ll have good times,
Unfair things like that you just can’t stand.But if you fear him, you’ll profile him
Even though he’s not a dangerous manAnd if you fear him
Oh be scared of him
‘Cause after all he’s a black manStand by your ground
Give cops no laws to cling to
And some real harm to come to
When shooting’s fine and legal.Stand by your ground
And tell the world he hit you
Keep giving lies to just confound
Stand by your ground.
That one was a bit serious, how about one for Romney that’s a little lighter:
He uses car roofs for dogs in a crate.
He likes off-shoring, the jobs in a state.
He always panders to people he hates,
That’s why Mitt Romney is a tramp.Doesn’t like birth pills for women and girls,
Won’t go to Harlem, the thought makes him hurl
Won’t stand on issues, just flip flops and whirls
That’s why Mitt Romney is a tramp.He likes the free fresh magic underwear, life without care
He spoke but for Koch
Hates helping poor folks, with rent or food stamps
That’s why Mitt Romney is a tramp.
Give it a try, even if it’s just a stanza!
HA! Who said you’re no good at this? Sally, you were great. I’ve been working on a few and will post them later this weekend. It’s always fun to twist songs. Thanks, AdLib for letting us ruin some music. It’s like Weird Al came to visit……
No takers? How about “He’s a Sold Man” from the Blues Brothers. surely someone can do those lyrics for good ole’ Mitt Romoney!
AB, well, I ain’t to good at this but I’ll give a try at the chorus.
I got no soul, man
I got gold, man
I am rich, man
I can crate my dog, man
Got what I got the easy way
And I make more on interest everyday
So, honey don’t you fret
Cause you ain’t got to get a job, yet
I got no soul, man
I got gold, man