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Hussein
(A parody* of Cocaine by J.J.Cale)

He’s the nominee for the DNC Love Train
Liberals love his shtick and he’s run a slick campaign
He’s all talk, got no walk, meet Barack Hussein

With Paypal to thank donations broke the bank ch-ching
From pesos to yen dinaris rolling in ch-ching
From the Shah, big faux paux, broke the law Hussein

With a message of change your choice of Veep is strange, so lame
With 6 terms in his seat sucking the teets for change
Quid pro quo, hair-plug Joe, way to go Hussein

Lead break

500 million spent to be the president insane
Do you know the job pays only 400 K Hussein
By a brain, your so vain, been ordained Hussein

With friends like Ayers and Wright no wonder you hide in shame
One says “damn the US” and one’s a terrorist they claim
Don’t you know friends like those get you hosed Hussein
Don’t you know friends like those get you hosed Hussein

Riff out

Original parody* lyrics and sound recording ©℗ 2008 MrE Tunes

*Parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·o·dy \ 'per·o·de \ 'pa·ro·dy \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author
or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse of the lyrics are granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record them if you like. Just have fun and remain in the light.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

In 1976 J.J.Cale wrote Cocaine and in 1977 it was recorded by Eric Clapton which helped inspire these original parody lyrics.

Photos and video footage obtained from Duck-Duck-Go safe search.

Crash Box
(A parody* of Squeeze Box by Pete Townshend)

Bernie’s got a crash box
Wired to his chest
And they give him a zap
When he gets all stressed

‘Cause he’s yellin’ all night
Is his ticker all right
Bernie’s got a crash box
Bernie Bros are real uptight

Well the kids don’t work
But they sure can eat
There’s no leavin’ their bedroom
For the whole damn week

‘Cause they’re yellin’ all night
The kids ain’t too bright
Bernie’s got a crash box
Bernie Bros are real uptight

He says give it out
and give it out
and give it out
and give it out

‘Cause he’s yellin’ all night
Is his ticker all right
Bernie’s got a crash box
Bernie Bros are real uptight

The rich say, squeeze me, go on and squeeze me
Go on and bleed me ‘til I’m blue
I’m so so over you
Bernie’s got a crash box
Bernie Bros are real uptight

He says give it out
and give it out
and give it out
and give it out

‘Cause he’s yellin’ all night
Is his ticker all right
Bernie’s got a crash box
Bernie Bros are real uptight

Original parody* lyrics ©℗ 2020 MrE Tunes

*Parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·o·dy \ 'per·o·de \ 'pa·ro·dy \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author
or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record it if you like. Just be careful around Pajama Boys, Bernie Bros, socialists and wanna-be communists and have fun with it.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

Pete Townshend wrote Squeeze Box in 1975 which helped inspire this original parody.

Special thanks to the brilliant comic artists and meme-makers who make me laugh on a daily basis.

Photos and artwork obtained through Safe Search on DuckDuckGo.com images.

Presidential Dreamin'
(A parody* of California Dreamin' by John and Michelle Phillips)

All my teeth are false
And my hair is plugged
Droppin’ like a rock
Has the party bugged
Feminists are screamin’
‘Bout the girls I’ve mugged
Presidential dreamin’
And squeezin’ lots of jugs

Stumping state to state
But I forgot the names
Well I almost lost my teeth
My mind's inclined to stray
You know children like to play
With my hairy legs
Dreamin’ of some schemin’
With Hunter and Ukraine

All the things are free
Billionaires will pay
Let me be your chief
It's in my DNA
You’ll be safe and warm
We’ll take the guns away
Presidential dreamin’
We boycott Chick-fil-A
Vote for me I’m gay
We’ll lock that Trump away

Original parody* lyrics ©℗ 2020 MrE Tunes

*Parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·o·dy \ 'per·o·de \ 'pa·ro·dy \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author
or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record it if you like. Just be careful around presidential candidates and other dementia sufferers and have fun with it.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

John and Michelle Phillips wrote California Dreamin' in 1965 which helped inspire this original parody.

Special thanks to the brilliant meme-makers who make me laugh on a daily basis.

Recording and mixing services provided by PMR.

Photos and artwork obtained through Safe Search on DuckDuckGo.com images.

Nancy’s Prison Blues
(A parody* of Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash)

I hear the speaker grumblin', she’s prattling on again
Some cockamamie nonsense ‘bout some Russian
I'm stuck in Nancy’s prison, with AOC’s mayhem
Impeachment train keeps rollin', will it never end

I’m just a lowly freshman - the speaker told me “Hon”
Don’t ever go against me, or you’ll be “one and done”
She shot me with that look of hers she must think she’s a god
I laughed when I remembered, she fears the wrath of Squad

I bet she’s drinking vino in that wine snob’s fancy cave
Grazin’ on some goat cheese up Sonoma way
She’s lining her own pockets “pay to play” is where it’s at
Meanwhile in her district, they’re knee deep in crap

If I escape this prison, if the gavel could be mine
I’d start banging heads and I’d move us down the line
No more Nancy’s prison, that ain’t the way it works
I’d gavel down the hard heads do-nothing democrat jerks

Original parody* lyrics ©℗ 2020 MrE Tunes

*Parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·o·dy \ 'per·o·de \ 'pa·ro·dy \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author
or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record it if you like. Just be careful around presidential candidates and other dementia sufferers and have fun with it.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

Johnny Cash wrote Folsom Prison Blues in 1953 which helped inspire this original parody.

Special thanks to the brilliant comic artists and meme-makers who make me laugh on a daily basis.

Recording and mixing services provided by PMR.

Photos and artwork obtained through Safe Search on DuckDuckGo.com images.

I’ve Lost My Mind
(A parody* of I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash)

I keep a note book with me to remind
A list of all the places, dates and times
And the name of my wife and also mine
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

I find I’m very easily confused
I wandered off the camera out of view
Where I’m at I seldom have a clue
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

When I misspeak you’re ready to explain
When I go off you pull back on my reins
It isn’t easy when the world has changed
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

Sure as I was what’s-his-name’s VP
And I still watch a black and white TV
You’ll never get malarkey from Joe B.
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

I’m "O’Biden Bama 'Crat" through and through
With your vote I promise this I’ll do
As Senator I’ll fight for you and you
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

When confronted with my past I can deny
It’s not lying ‘cause my memory went bye bye
Still I’m mad “let’s take this s#!t outside”
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

I keep a note book with me all the time
With the things that tend to slip my mind
Someone took it and now I’m flying blind
Please help me find, I’ve lost my mind

Original parody* lyrics ©℗ 2020 MrE Tunes

*Parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·o·dy \ 'per·o·de \ 'pa·ro·dy \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author
or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record it if you like. Just be careful around presidential candidates and other dementia sufferers and have fun with it.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

Johnny Cash wrote and performed I Walk The Line in 1956 which helped inspire this original parody.

Special thanks to the brilliant meme-makers who make me laugh on a daily basis.

Recorded in a gas station restroom between flushes.

Photos and artwork obtained through Safe Search on DuckDuckGo.com images.

Serial Liar Man
(A parody* of Wichita Lineman by Jimmy Webb)

I am the chair of this committee
And I smell a quid pro quo
Schiffing through the hearsay
For another steaming load
I heard whispers in the hallway
I went snooping through the mail
I even probed your calls okay?
‘Cause we want Trump in jail

I know I need an intervention,
‘cause I’ve hopped the crazy train
But if I make the case
Then the Schiff show wasn’t in vain
We’ll impeach him and we’ll taunt him
If only I could find a crime
I’m a Serial Liar-man
And my pants are on fire
My pants are on fire
My pants are on fire
Holy Schiff! My pants are on fire!

Original parody* lyrics ©℗ 2020 MrE Tunes

*parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·​o·​dy | \ ˈper-ə-dē \ ˈpa-rə- \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record it if you like. Just be careful around TDS sufferers and have fun with it.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

Jimmy Webb wrote Wichita Lineman in 1968 which helped inspire this original parody.

Comic art by Al Goodwyn used by permission. Goodwyn.wixsite.com/cartoons

Recording, mixing and mastering services provided by PMR.

Long Men’s Room Line
(A parody* of Ring of Fire by June Carter Cash)

Go! Gotta go right now
But oh! There’s a mighty crowd
Full! Pressed against my spine
I’m at the end of the men’s room line
I fell into a long men’s room line
So I choose choose choose
To re-i-den-ti-fy
I can be be be
A girl or a guy (x2)

Stalls look at all the stalls
And a couch against the wall
Flowers in a lovely vase
And mirrors to fix my face
I stood there just clutching at my pearls
In a long long line
Because my name is Earl
So it's good good good
To be a girl (x2)

Go gotta go gotta go right now (x4)

I stood there just clutching at my pearls
In a long long line
Because my name is Earl
So it's good good good
To be a girl (x2)

Go gotta go gotta go right now (x4)

I fell into a long men’s room line
So I choose choose choose
To re-i-den-ti-fy
I can be be be
(A) girl or a guy (x4)

Original parody* lyrics ©℗ 2020 MrE Tunes

*parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·​o·​dy | \ ˈper-ə-dē \ ˈpa-rə- \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record it if you like. Just be careful around feminists and snowflakes and have fun with it.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

June Carter Cash wrote Ring of Fire in 1963 which helped inspire this original parody.

Recording, mixing and mastering services provided by PMR.

Photos and artwork obtained through Safe Search on DuckDuckGo.com images.

Fake News
(A parody* of Hey Jude by Paul McCartney)

Fake, News, you’re just so sad
Shouting “bad news” fast and faster
Dissemble and spin until it’s all dark
Like dogs you bark for your wicked master

Fake, News, don't be so lame
You are paid to report with candor
But clearly you’ve got it into your heads
It must be said that your “news” is slander

So many times I feel abused
Fake, News, you lose
You’re making things up for your share holders
You know full well that it’s untrue
Your only proof
Are disgruntled deep state ho-old overs

Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah

Fake, News, please treat me kind
You’ve been blinded by propaganda
Remember good things that we have done
Don’t have it spun to push your agenda

So check it out and lose the spin
Fake, News, we win
When you give us something we can all cheer for
And don’t you know that it’s the truth
Fake, News, just truth
The viewers you’ve hemorrhaged once tuned in for

Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah

Fake, News, don't be so lame
You are paid to report with candor
But clearly you’ve got it into your heads
It must be said that your “news” is slander
Slander slander slander slander slander OW!

Blah, blah-blah blah-blah blah-blah, blah-blah blah-blah,
Fake, News (repeat and fade)

Original parody* lyrics and sound recording (c)(p) 2020 MrE Tunes

*Parody – noun (© Merriam Webster)
par·o·dy \ 'per·o·de \ 'pa·ro·dy \
: a literary or musical work in which the style of an author
or work is closely imitated for comic effect or in ridicule.

Permission for non-commercial and non-profit reuse of the lyrics are granted and encouraged. You’re welcome to sing and re-record them if you like. Just be careful around Democratic operatives who pose as journalists for main stream media outlets. Whatever you do, don’t get between Jim Acosta and the camera, nor refer to Chris Cuomo as “Fredo”. That said, have fun and remain in the light.

Commercial for-profit reuse requires written permission from the author.

Credits and Thanks

Paul McCartney wrote Hey Jude in 1968 which helped inspire these original parody lyrics and sound recording.

Photos and video footage obtained from Duck-Duck-Go safe search.

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Song parodies by MrE. Making music in retirement; it beats crossword puzzles and sudoku. I also enjoy hidden item puzzles in Highlights magazine while waiting for the dentist except when some thoughtless kid circled everything first. Same goes for Where's Waldo. DO NOT CIRCLE Waldo dammit!