Well this has little to do with anything either, George. But Randy Newman wrote a song I loved back in the day. Simon Smith and his Dancing Bear gave Alan Price, formerly of the Animals, a sixties hit.
He later wrote the bizarre song, Putin. As long as you don’t take it seriously – seldom a good idea with artists on politics – it’s good fun.
Putin puttin’ his pants on
One leg at a time
You mean he’s just like a regular fella, huh?
He ain’t nothing like a regular fella
Putin puttin’ his hat on
Hat size number nine
“You sayin’ Putin’s gettin’ big headed?”
Putin’s head’s just fine
He can drive his giant tractor
Across the Trans-Siberian plain
He can power a nuclear reactor
With the left side of his brain
And when he takes his shirt off
He drives the ladies crazy
When he takes his shirt off
Makes me wanna be a lady
It’s the Putin Girls!
[Putin Girls:]
Putin if you put it when you
Put it where you put it
Putin if you put it
Will you put it next to me?
Putin if you put it when you
Put it where you put it
Putin if you put it
Will you put it next to me?
Now Putin hates the Putin girls
‘Cause he hates vulgarity
And he loves his mother country
And he loves his family
He and his ex-wife Lyudmila
Are riding along the shore
Of the beautiful new Russian Black Sea
Let’s listen in
A great man is speaking
We fought a war for this?
I’m almost ashamed
The Mediterranean
Now there’s a resort worth fighting for
If only the Greeks or the Turks
Would start to sniff around
I’d bring the hammer down
So quick their woolly heads would spin
Woolly head, woolly head, woolly head
Or, wait a minute
Even better
What if the Kurds got in the way?
Hey! Kurds and way, curds and whey!
Sometimes a people is greater than their leader
Germany, Kentucky, France
Sometimes a leader towers over his country
One shot at glory, they don’t get a second chance
I dragged these peasants kicking and screaming
Into the 21st century
I thought they’d make it
I must have been dreaming
These chicken farmers and file clerks gonna be the death of me
I can’t do it
[PG:] Sure, you can
I can’t do it
[PG:] Yeah, you can
What makes you say that girls?
[PG:] Tell you why. ‘Cause you’re the Putin man
Who whipped Napoleon?
[PG:] We did!
Who won World War II?
[PG:] The Americans!
That’s a good one ladies
It’s our turn to sit in the comfy chair
[PG:] And you’re the man gonna get us there!
I don’t know, Lenin couldn’t do it
I don’t know, Stalin couldn’t do it
They couldn’t do it
Why you think I can?
[PG:] You’re gonna lead our people to the Promised Land
You’re right, ’cause, Goddamn, I’m the Putin Man
I never thought about it but the name “Putin” is just a gift. But hasn’t somebody done something with “Trump”? “Boris” has some interesting rhyming possibilities: “morass”, “or ass”. And then there’s the late Roger Scruton. “Foot on”, “shoot on”. Oh the fun to be had!
Well the white god said to the little man
We’re gonna fulfill scripture in the holy land
Between the tigris and euphrates it’s a lot like hell
Go on and liberate my people and their o-i-l
Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Put on the armor it’s party time
Gonna dance with the devil of our own design
Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9
So the little man gathered all his chickenhawks in
And the neo-cons and his daddy’s kin
They had their own clear channel and a hell of a spin
And a white man hidden in a black man’s skin
Big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Pulverize the puppet it’s payback time
Whose tax dollar is it yours and mine
Keeps the big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Well we got caught sleeping at the sentry post
Now we’re standing toe to toe with what we feared the most
That old father and his son and the unheavenly host
We gotta do what we can don’t give up the ghost
Get the big trucks rollin down hiway 9
With food and water and an internet line
Run to the polls when it comes the time
’cause the big truck’s rollin down hiway 9
Please forgive me – this has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with your post – other than the fact that your title made me think of it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gp67O9eksCk
Well this has little to do with anything either, George. But Randy Newman wrote a song I loved back in the day. Simon Smith and his Dancing Bear gave Alan Price, formerly of the Animals, a sixties hit.
He later wrote the bizarre song, Putin. As long as you don’t take it seriously – seldom a good idea with artists on politics – it’s good fun.
Putin puttin’ his pants on
One leg at a time
You mean he’s just like a regular fella, huh?
He ain’t nothing like a regular fella
Putin puttin’ his hat on
Hat size number nine
“You sayin’ Putin’s gettin’ big headed?”
Putin’s head’s just fine
He can drive his giant tractor
Across the Trans-Siberian plain
He can power a nuclear reactor
With the left side of his brain
And when he takes his shirt off
He drives the ladies crazy
When he takes his shirt off
Makes me wanna be a lady
It’s the Putin Girls!
[Putin Girls:]
Putin if you put it when you
Put it where you put it
Putin if you put it
Will you put it next to me?
Putin if you put it when you
Put it where you put it
Putin if you put it
Will you put it next to me?
Now Putin hates the Putin girls
‘Cause he hates vulgarity
And he loves his mother country
And he loves his family
He and his ex-wife Lyudmila
Are riding along the shore
Of the beautiful new Russian Black Sea
Let’s listen in
A great man is speaking
We fought a war for this?
I’m almost ashamed
The Mediterranean
Now there’s a resort worth fighting for
If only the Greeks or the Turks
Would start to sniff around
I’d bring the hammer down
So quick their woolly heads would spin
Woolly head, woolly head, woolly head
Or, wait a minute
Even better
What if the Kurds got in the way?
Hey! Kurds and way, curds and whey!
Sometimes a people is greater than their leader
Germany, Kentucky, France
Sometimes a leader towers over his country
One shot at glory, they don’t get a second chance
I dragged these peasants kicking and screaming
Into the 21st century
I thought they’d make it
I must have been dreaming
These chicken farmers and file clerks gonna be the death of me
I can’t do it
[PG:] Sure, you can
I can’t do it
[PG:] Yeah, you can
What makes you say that girls?
[PG:] Tell you why. ‘Cause you’re the Putin man
Who whipped Napoleon?
[PG:] We did!
Who won World War II?
[PG:] The Americans!
That’s a good one ladies
It’s our turn to sit in the comfy chair
[PG:] And you’re the man gonna get us there!
I don’t know, Lenin couldn’t do it
I don’t know, Stalin couldn’t do it
They couldn’t do it
Why you think I can?
[PG:] You’re gonna lead our people to the Promised Land
You’re right, ’cause, Goddamn, I’m the Putin Man
I never thought about it but the name “Putin” is just a gift. But hasn’t somebody done something with “Trump”? “Boris” has some interesting rhyming possibilities: “morass”, “or ass”. And then there’s the late Roger Scruton. “Foot on”, “shoot on”. Oh the fun to be had!
And while I’m in facetious mood: my favourite ever brazenly awful rhyme – from Jonathan Richman:
“Roller coaster by the water
Make me feel just like I ought ta”
Yes. Also see the lyrics to ‘Hiway 9’ by Eliza Gilkyson.
Great song Jams. Thanks:
Well the white god said to the little man
We’re gonna fulfill scripture in the holy land
Between the tigris and euphrates it’s a lot like hell
Go on and liberate my people and their o-i-l
Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Put on the armor it’s party time
Gonna dance with the devil of our own design
Get your big trucks rollin down hiway 9
So the little man gathered all his chickenhawks in
And the neo-cons and his daddy’s kin
They had their own clear channel and a hell of a spin
And a white man hidden in a black man’s skin
Big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Pulverize the puppet it’s payback time
Whose tax dollar is it yours and mine
Keeps the big trucks rollin down hiway 9
Well we got caught sleeping at the sentry post
Now we’re standing toe to toe with what we feared the most
That old father and his son and the unheavenly host
We gotta do what we can don’t give up the ghost
Get the big trucks rollin down hiway 9
With food and water and an internet line
Run to the polls when it comes the time
’cause the big truck’s rollin down hiway 9