Let's be honest here. The young ladies who sang the heart-break songs of the fifties and sixties had it all over the likes of Lady GaGa and Madonna. Just look at the adorable Lesley Gore. She sang songs appropriate for the age group that worshipped her. Back then as now, teens agonized over many things, but pregnancy, crack addiction, gun fights, bong sharing etiquette and being employed in the booty trade were not high on the list. Things were different then and this is my personal favorite from Lesley's Hits. It zoomed to the top of the charts in 1963.Social issues were the hot topic back then but moral issues were not. Most Americans accepted common Christian values as the norm and woe unto those who strayed beyond those boundaries. In our neck of the woods, young unwed mothers-to-be were suddenly gone on an extended visit to their aunt in Jersey. If you were promiscuous, your reputation followed that behavior like a tsunami follows an earthquake. I never heard of marijuana until I went to college.
Things were also different for the Nation's political parties. To mark the end of the Democrat Party as a promoter of anything other than perversion and entitlement, I offer the following:
God only knows where our Values have gone
And Morals left the same time
Why is Bubba back center stage
And all we see is Obama's behind?
We're the Party and we'll lie if we want to
Lie if we want to, lie if we want to!
You would lie too if you can't tell the truth!
Flying to restaurants and dancing all night
While half the workforce is idle
'Til you pry your head from your ass
We've got no reason to smile.
We're the Party and we'll lie if we want to
Lie if we want to, lie if we want to!
You would lie too if you can't tell the truth!
Sixty-three seats have just walked out the doorLooks like they may never come back.
Just wait 'til 2012
We'll be catching even more flack!
We're the Party and we'll lie if we want to
Lie if we want to, lie if we want to!
You would lie too if you can't tell the truth!
13 comments:
Here at Casa Goomba, the dems are only referred to as "The Party" accompanied by a chilling stare.
I dare say that such an abbreviation might work well within the lyrics of your inspirational anthem.
Respectfully,
Nickie Hammerstein Goomba
And every night before bedtime, the famiglia joins hands in front an Obama portrait and sings our newest defiant ditty: You Don't Own Me.
"Don't tell me what to say, and don't tell me what to do..."
Nick, your newer followers don't know that Spector got his Wall of Sound idea from you.
I must gratefully acquiese to the wisdom of our Capo di tutu.
Rhod... Who do you think gave Sonny Bono his swagger?
Sig... Never again mention that tutu.
Nickie, sorry, I forgot. I, heh, my god...never have seen anything like....have mercy... those legs.
I'm familiar with the story of the Prodigal Son; I have to wonder, does it apply to Prodigal Nations as well?
TF - 2 CHR 7:14
Then if my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and restore their land.
Yes, I guess so.
I like "Cry me a River".
ha perfect theme song my friend!!!
Me thinks I see a promising future in a lyricist.
Good music!
I think I need a dart board with a picture of Obama or a pic of a donkey on it to throw darts at.
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