Well it's Saturday night at Simon's Saloon and
And since we welcome people of all ages...as long as they're not Cons.
And I love this song.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Please give a big hand for Mr John Roby...
Steve Steve itʼs time to leave
Time to go screw something else
Time to put your crown on the shelf
Time to go and prorogue yourself
Steve itʼs time to leave
Oh YES. Play it again John !!!
You know... when I see all those talented Canadians...young and old... doing their part to help bring down the Harper Regime.
I wish I was more talented myself eh? Damn. #!#@!!&!
But I'm so honoured to be in their company...
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Well Done!
ReplyDeleteOnce again, here is a poem I wrote about Harper. This is my remake of the Grinch song:
ReplyDeleteYou’re a mean one Mr. Harper
You really are a liar
You’re so cuddly in your sweater
You’re warmth comes from a bier
Mr. Harper
You’re a bad apple in a rotten barrel
You’re a demon Mr. Harper
You’re heart is made of ice
Your head is full of poison
You have a shadow for a soul Mr. Harper
I wouldn’t vote for you with a
41 foot pole
You’re a smarmy one Mr. Harper
Your smile is prorogued
You protect women’s’ place in the kitchen
Mr. Harper
Given the choice between you and an oven
I’d take the oven
And the gas
You’re a soulless one Mr. Harper
The devil leaves you alone
Because he claims you as his own
Your heart does not beat
Your soul stinks of smelly feet
Mr. Harper
The 3 words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote
Wanker, Wacko, Wonk
You are rotten Mr. Harper
You’re the king of deceit
With a calculator you can’t even add up receipts
Mr. Harper
Your lies cost people stock
Your hate would end love
Democracy, for you, is just a suggestion
You wear your contempt with a jaunty feather
And a belt made of condescension
You nauseate me Mr. Harper
Your bile makes me sick
Your promises vomitus
Mr. Harper
You are the bottom of the heap
You make mockery of the sheep
Your control is excessive
You are the universe's reason for everything that is wrong
Mr. Harper
God wipes you from his ass
The toilet paper washes its hands after such a use
With bleach
hi deepgreendesign...yes I agree. It was beautifully shot as well. I've been humming the tune all day... :)
ReplyDeletehi James...
ReplyDeleteYou’re a soulless one Mr. Harper
The devil leaves you alone
Because he claims you as his own
Your heart does not beat
Your soul stinks of smelly feet
Mr. Harper
Lordy. I think you hate Harper even more than I do. And I'm envious. ;)
Seriously though, you should think about putting some of your poems to music and making a YouTube video. I'm sure it would be good...
Hi Simon,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment, but unfortunately I have the musical talent of a vibrator with no batteries. If you know someone that does, and can follow the original song, feel free to use mine; just give me the credit for the lyrics.