Georgie (A Rock Opera Parody)

I originally published this back on 7/20/07, but I wanted to post it again as a final goodbye to George W. Bush. Here is the post as it appears on my blog. I hope you enjoy it one more time. Sorry there are no videos for this. May I suggest you put the CD in your computer and follow it along that way. :)
A friend of mine said to me one day, “You know what you should do? You should try to do a whole rock opera, like ‘Tommy’ or something.” “Yeah, right, I doubt I could do a whole album.” As it happened, some time later some ideas came to me that seem to fit “Tommy” the best. To the extent that it came out at all good, we can thank my friend “Tony” (not his real name). And if it doesn’t measure up, the fault lies entirely with me, and not at all with my wife, Jane, who, as she so often does and does well, gave me some tips, advice and corrections along the way. Thank you, Honey. “Tommy”, the Opera, was written by Pete Townshend except for: “Eyesight To The Blind (The Hawker)”, by Sonny Boy Williamson; “Cousin Kevin” and “Fiddle About”, by John Entwistle; and “Tommy’s Holiday Camp”, by Keith Moon. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to send your friends a link to this blog. Thank you.
No permission was granted by any of the authors for the original songs parodied, nor did I think it possible to even get it. Those authors retain full rights to their work (mostly Pete Townshend). All new lyrics here are copyright 2007, Wayne A. Schneider.
I also have a confession to make. I skipped one of the songs. It is, arguably, the worst song on the album, and I was going nuts trying to write something to it, especially since I didn’t want to have to listen to it while writing. I usually skip that track on the CD, anyway, as I’m sure many of you do. It bogs down the whole thing. That song is, of course, “Welcome.” (“Come to my house, be one of the comfortable people…”) But don’t worry, I picked it right back up from there with the rest of the album. And if I have in any way ruined “Tommy” for any of you by writing and posting this, I do sincerely apologize, and I ask forgiveness. I was only doing it to entertain. Thank you once again.
And we don’t have to take it, either. Write to your Representatives and Senators and demand that President George W. Bush be impeached and removed from office immediately. There is too much time between now and Jan ’09 for him to cause more death, destruction, and devastation, and to start another war with Iran. Remember that the AUMF that allowed him to launch the first attack against Afghanistan said he could attack anyone related to the people responsible for the 9/11 attacks. Lately, he’s been talking about al Qaeda in Iraq as being “the same people who attacked us on Sept 11th.” They are NOT! The group in Iraq claiming allegiance to al Qaeda didn’t form until 2004. Bush is trying to say that Iran is helping these people. By extension, since Iran is aiding “those who attacked us” before, he will claim he already has the authority to attack Iran. And he will not tell the Congress or the U.N. about it first. Remove him from office at once, before it’s too late.
NOTE: Frankly I’m surprised he didn’t do it, but then, he does have three more days, so who knows? And Israel is chomping at the bit to attack Iran because, some day, they might be able to harm Israel. But that’s a subject for another post. Enjoy.

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And now, without further ado, please enjoy…
          GEORGIE
          A Rock Opera Parody

          Overture
          G. H. Walker didn't play nice,
          His great grandson would be just like him.
          Made his money helping Hitler’s men,
          Don’t expect it was legal, but then…

          It’s A Boy
Nurse:    It’s a boy, where’s his father? It’s a boy.
          It’s a boy, where’s his father? It’s a boy.

Barbara:  A son! I’ll call him George!

          2001
George:   Got a feeling that ’01
          Is gonna be a good year.
          Especially if you and me
          See it through together.

Cheney:   So you think that ’01
          Is gonna be a good year.
          Could be good for me and you,
          But terrorists, no never.
          I have no reason
          To be over-realistic,
          But somehow when you smirk
          I can face it better.

George:   What about the blogs?
          What about the blogs?
          What about the blogs?
          They found it all.

Cheney:   We’ll just deny it, spin and lie it.
          They won’t say nothing to no one
          Ever in their life. They’ll never try it and
          Defy us it seems without any proof.
          We’ll just deny it, spin and lie it
          They’ll never try it and defy us all
          They won’t print nothin’ about it,
          Never tell the folks what they think is the truth

George:   Got a feeling that ’01
          Is gonna be a good year.
          Especially if you and me
          See it through together.

Cheney:   Got a feeling that ’01
          Is gonna be a good year.
          Especially if you and me
          See it through together.
          I have no reason
          To be over-realistic,
          But somehow when you smirk
          I can face it better.

          (strums on guitar and...)
George:   What about the blogs?

          Amazing Blarney
Cheney:   Act dumb and lie, boy
          We have a hostile invasion plan.
          Strange as it seems, your glorious dreams
          Are just as bad.

          Ten years hence, a war as dense
          As dense can be.
          Start it now and become inured
          Through duplicity.

          Falsehoods will surely take their minds
          Where minds can't usually go.
          Put on the Amazing Blarney
          And say what they should know.

George:   A vague sense of obedience takes over me.
          All at once a bald Cheney I suddenly see.
          He's dressed in a Navy Blue custom-made suit,
          And his temper can blow nearly up to the roof.

Cheney:   Nothing you say, and nothing I hear
          Mean nothing to me.
          This invasion marks my place
          In our history.

          Falsehoods will surely take their minds
          Where minds can't usually go.
          Put on the Amazing Blarney
          And say what they should know.

bloggers: His lies are the lies that commit men to war
          Twisted up serpentine reasons for more.
          'Cause he's the decider and he will decide.
          With his Amazing Blarney forever he'll lie.

          The Squawker
Rupert M: You talk about your network.
          I wish you could see mine.
          You talk about your network.
          I wish you could see mine.
          Every time we start the lyin'
          We bring falsehoods to your mind.

          You know I had to give them money
          You can tell by the way they talk.
          I had to give them money
          You can tell by the way they talk.
          Every time we start the fakin'
          The dumb begin to squawk.

          We've got the power to fool, you never fear.
          We've got the power to fool, you never fear.
          Just a word from our lips
          And the war can start next year.

          Christians
Rove:     Did you ever see the faces of
          The Christians they get so excited.
          Waking up their kids to see if
          Armageddon’s finally been ignited.
          They believe in Christ and say His
          Teachings are a part of their philosophy.
          Peeking in their door we see their
          Lives are being lived in pure hypocrisy.

bloggers: And Georgie doesn’t know
          What day it is.
          He doesn’t know who Allah is
          Or what state he's in.
          How can we be saved,
          From this infernal knave?

Cheney:   Surrounded by our friends he sits so silently
          And unconcerned with everything
          Playing "Pull My Finger"
          Picks his nose and farts and
          Jokes about most everything.
          I believe in war, but how could men
          Who've never seen war help me fight it?
          Only if he's lurid will our
          PNAC's future outcome ever heighten.

bloggers: And Georgie doesn’t know
          What day it is.
          Yeah, He doesn’t know who Allah is
          Or what state he's in.
          How can we be saved,
          From this infernal knave?

Cheney:   Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Can you hear me?

George:   See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.
          See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.

Cheney:   Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Georgie can you hear me?
          Can you, can you, can you hear me?
bloggers: How can we be saved?

Rove:     Did you ever see the faces of
          The Christians they get so excited.
          Waking up their kids to see if
          Armageddon’s finally been ignited.
          They believe in Christ and say His
          Teachings are a part of their philosophy.
          Peeking in their door we see their
          Lives are being lived in pure hypocrisy.

bloggers: And Georgie doesn’t know
          What day it is.
          Yeah, He doesn’t know who Allah is
          Or what state he's in.
          How can we be saved,
          From this infernal knave?

          Cousin Karl
Rove:     We’re on our own, Cheney.
          All alone Cheney.
          Let’s think of a game to play
          On the bloggers that won’t go away.
          It won't be much fun
          When he starts acting dumb,
          But I've no way to stop him today.
          Do you think he could try not to speak?
          To do that it could buy us a week.
          He flies in the air, he could go anywhere,
          There's a lot he could do and we'd freak.

          How would you feel if we told them some crap?
          Let on that Saddam had weapons he stashed?
          What will we do if we're caught in our lies?
Cheney:   You stand in the court and take one 'tween the eyes.

Rove:     I'm a cruel bully!  A classless cheat.
          The nastiest Bush aide, you ever could meet.
          I'll tell lies of your children,
          And spread out deceit.

Rove:     We’re on our own, Cheney.
          All alone Cheney.
          Let’s think of a game to play
          On the bloggers that won’t go away.
          It won't be much fun
          When he starts acting dumb,
          But I've no way to stop him today.
          Do you think he could try not to speak?
          To do that it could buy us a week.
          He flies in the air, he could go anywhere,
          There's a lot he could do and we'd freak.

Cheney:   Maybe a terrorist plot that brought harm,
          Would change their attention to one of alarm.
Rove:     Drag it all out by a leak here and there,
          And give them a hint that they should look elsewhere.

          I'm a cruel bully!  A classless cheat.
          The nastiest Bush aide, you ever could meet.
          I'll kick ass in your district,
          And cause your defeat.          

          Vapid Queen
Rice:     If your tale ain’t all it should be now,
          This girl will spin it right.
          I’ll tell them how it could be now.
          Watch me start a fight.
          I’m The Ditzy, the Vapid Queen.
          Lie before I start.
          I'm The Ditzy, the Vapid Queen.
          I'll tear the truth apart.

          Give me the points and close the door
          Leave me for a while.
          Your tale won’t be the same no more,
          Spun with lots of style
          I’m The Ditzy, the Vapid Queen.
          Hate is in my heart.
          I'm The Ditzy, the Vapid Queen.
          I'll tear the truth apart.

          Gather my notes and make it fast.
          My mind will start to roam.
          Just like a Ditzy Queen would do,
          I'm gonna lie from home.

          My work is done, now look at this.
          I'll never be more despised.
          The Truth, it shakes.  They're filled with doubts!
          Watch us boldly lie!
          I’m The Ditzy, the Vapid Queen.
          Paid to throw the dart.
          I'm The Ditzy, I’m guaranteed.
          To tear the truth apart.

          Underture
          No lyrics to this track,
          But if you want to listen to it,
          Please remember to come back.
          The second side's just started.

          Do You Think It's Alright!
George:   Do you think it's alright
          To send the press to Uncle Rummy?
          Do you think it's alright,
          He's spun a few too many tonight!
          Do you think it's alright?
Cheney:   If I think it's spun right.
          Yes, I think it's alright.

          Spin It About
Rumsfeld: I’m your wicked Uncle Rummy,
          I’m glad you'll just sit and hear me
          As I spin it about,
          Spin it about,
          Spin it about.

          Dick Cheney left me here to mind you,
          Now I’m saying what I want to,
          Spinning about,
          Spinning about,
          Spin it about.

          Down with the true facts,
          Up with the false ones.
          Spin it about.
          Spin it about.
          Spin it about.

          You won't shout as
          I spin it about.
          Spin it about.
          Spin it about.
          Spin it about.
          Spin it. Spin it. Spin it.

          Tinhorn Leader
Cheney:   Ever since I was in Congress
          I played to rule them all.
          From Casper down to DC,
          I must have fooled them all.
          But I ain't seen nothing like him
          Since Lucifer was born,
          That drunk, dumb and lyin' kid
          Sure plays a mean Tinhorn!

          He ran once for Congress,
          Became part of the machine.
          Stealing all the answers,
          Never playing clean.
          Thinks that "intuition"'s
          A kinky kind of porn.
          That drunk, dumb and lyin' kid
          Sure plays a mean Tinhorn!

bloggers: He's a Tinhorn Leader
          There had to be a fix.
          A Tinhorn Leader
          'Sgot such a subtle twitch.

          Why do you think he does it?
          I don't know.
          Why is he no good?

Cheney:   He ain't got no dissensions,
          Can't hear those doubters and bells
          don't see lights a-flashin'
          plays by sense of smell
          Always has his own way,
          Never been forlorn.
          That drunk, dumb and lyin' kid
          Sure plays a mean Tinhorn!

bloggers: He thought he was
          A bully pulpit king.
          But we just handed
          His Tinhorn Crown to him.

Cheney:   Even at my conference table
          He thinks he's the best.
          His family brought him in
          And he says, "Screw the rest."
          He goes crazy flipping fingers.
          Screw that oath he's sworn!
          That drunk, dumb and lyin' kid
          Sure plays a mean Tinhorn!

          There's a Blogger
People:   There’s a blogger I've found
          Could bring us some light.
          There's a blogger I've found who knows a site.
          There's a blogger I've found who knows a site.

          There’s a site he's found
          That would bring us all sorrow,
          It says to Saddam,
          "You have 'til tomorrow."
          He has 'til tomorrow!!!

          Go To The U.N.
bloggers: He seems to be completely so deceptive.
          The facts he gave us make no sense at all.
          His lies reflect the world as he detects it.
          He fears but will not answer to our call.

George:   See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.
          See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.

bloggers: We have no choice but use the constitution.
          All hope lies with it and none with me.
          Imagine though the shock from a conviction.
          When he suddenly must face reality.

George:   See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.
          See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.

bloggers: We all can see the law is clear, he must speak
          To the other nations, not with crock.
          No mandate can give the kind of explanation
          Needed to intrude into Iraq.

          Go to the U.N., boy.
          Go to the U.N., boy.

bloggers: I've often wondered what he is thinking.
          Has he ever heard a word I've said?
          Listen to the people out there screaming,
          What is happening in his head?

People:   Listening to you, I hear confusion.
          Gazing at you, I see defeat.
          Following you, I find disaster,
          I need a new guy in your seat.

          Right behind you, I’m wasting billions,
          On you, I see no glory.
          From you, I get deception.
          From you, I get no story.

bloggers: What is happening in his head?
          Ooooh, I wish I knew.
          Don't you wish, too?

          Georgie, Can You Hear Me?
People:   Georgie, can you hear me?
          Can you feel me fear you?
          Georgie will you heed me?
          Must we intercede you?

          Trash The U.N.
Kofi      You don't answer our calls
Annan:    With even a smirk or a wink,
          But you're sure of your own intention!
          You don't seem to make sense,
          But I think you convinced yourself
          Why don't the U.N. affect you?
          Can you hear me
          Or do I surmise
          That you fear me then you feel like telling
          LIES

          Tell us what you're doing
          Will you trash the U.N.?
          Tell us what you're doing
          Will you trash the U.N.?
          TRASH!

          fade to black

          fade back in, years later

          Invasion
George:   I'm overwhelmed as I approach you,
          'Cause my words hold death inside.
          People act illegal for me.
          War's enhanced when I've told lies

People:   You'll feel them coming.
          Ramifications.
          'Cause as far's we see it.
          It's your invasion.
          It's your invasion.

George:   They worship me and all I say,
          Hazy eyed they watch me dance.
          Critics shudder, shake their heads then,
          And Joe Momentum throws their stance.

People:   You fear them coming.
          Investigations.
          And as far's we see it.
          It's your invasion.
          It's your invasion.

          Soon we'll teach you when we'll impeach you,
          It's coming.
          Send your asses packing, your lies we're tracking,
          It's coming.
          It's coming.

George:   I've left a trail of martyred people,
          Pulverized by holy light.
          Four years have passed, the war continues.
          When we've won, I'll be proved right.

          Impeachment Cure
bloggers: Breaking! Breaking! Read all about it.
          People calling for an impeachment cure!
          Breaking! Breaking! Read all about it!
          Breaking!

          Madame Speaker
bloggers: Inside the House, Speaker Nancy announced
          That Georgie wouldn't face an impeaching.
          She went on banging her new gavel
          And we went insane screeching.
          She got to her room and laughs filled the place from
          Living out this fable.
          She picked up a book of impeachment rules
          And took it off the table.

          She knew from the start deep down in her heart
          That she and Georgie were worlds apart.
          But her country said, "Never mind
          Your part is to heed what we need.”

          The theme of the mandate was "Out of Iraq"
          And you must find a way.
          'Cause Georgie decided to ignore the law
          And go in any way.
          She thought that afterwards talk was needed
          And decided she'd try to reach him.
          Maybe he'd see his strategy
          Was why some thought, "Impeach him."

          She knew from the start deep down in her heart
          That she and Georgie were worlds apart.
          But her country said, "Never mind
          Your part is to heed what we need.”

          She arrived at six and endured some frisking
          And waiting her turn in line.
          Guard after guard appeared in her face
          And Nancy just sat there smiling.
          She held her grin looking pretty as a picture
          Right by the very front door.
          And then a flunkee wearing a blazer with a badge
          Came in and asked, "You're here for?"

          The dame went crazy
          And tore up half the place!
          Speaker Nancy was pissed 'cause she just got dissed
          And went back in a rage!

          But soon the atmosphere was cooler
          And Georgie gave a meeting.
          Nancy just couldn't let him know she loathed him
          As she was gently seething.
          She sat cross-legg'd in the photo shooting
          And turned him toward her face.
          Georgie looked around as she re-informed him,
          "This is not your place!" 

          She knew from the start deep down in her heart
          That she and Georgie were worlds apart.
          But her country said, "Never mind
          Your part is to heed what we need.”

          Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down
          Mingling with her sneers.
          Georgie carried on lying
          And his voice filled Nancy's ear.
          She caught his eye she had to try
          But couldn't see through the lights.
          Her face was gashed and the ambulance men
          Had to carry her out that night.

          The blogs went crazy,
          As Georgie smacked her face!
          Speaker Nancy got punched for the price of a lunch
          And a gash across her face!  OOoooh!

          Sixteen stitches made her pissed and the Libs said,
          "Don't say we didn't warn you."
          Nancy got hurried to a safe position
          She owned in California.
          Georgie always talks about the day
          The news filters all went wild.
          Nancy still carries a scar on her cheek
          To remind her that he's vile.

          She knew from the start deep down in her heart
          That she and Georgie were worlds apart.
          But her country said, "Never mind
          Your part is to heed what we need.”

          They're  Free
George:   They're free.  They're free.
          And freedom tastes like hegemony.
          They're free.  They're free.
          And I'm waiting for them to honor me.

          When I told you what it took
          To catch and kill Saddam,
          You laughed and said, "Why, was he that bad?"
          But you've been told many times before.
          Saddam was pointed to the door.
          No one had the guts to go to Bahgdad!

          They're free.  They're free.
          And freedom tastes like hegemony.
          They're free.  They're free.
          And I'm waiting for them to honor me.

bloggers: Why would they do that?
          Why would they do that?

          Georgie’s Terrorist Camp
Rumsfeld: Good morning, convicts.
          I’m your Uncle Rummy and I welcome you
          to “Georgie’s Terrorist Camp”.
          The camp with a difference,
          Never will get better.
          When you come to Georgie’s.
          The sentence is forever!
          Ha-ha!

          Welcome!

          We’re Not Gonna Take It
George:   Welcome to "The Camp", I know
          You don’t know why you’re here.
          I say you’re terrorists, and
          You will stay for many years.
          If you want your freedom soon,
          You've got to tell us all.
          Now put on these handcuffs,
          Put on this orange suit,
          Go stand over by the wall.

          Hey you getting mail, so sorry,
          I had them scanned.
          Hey you marching peaceful protests,
          I've got you banned.
          Hey hung up, old, Mr. Lawyer,
          Don't try to call my bluff.
          'Cause you can't gather all of the
          Evidence my friend, no,
          Nowhere near enough.

People:   We’re not gonna take it!
          We’re not gonna take it!
          We’re not gonna take it!
          We’re not gonna take it!

          We’re not gonna take it!
          You can go right straight to Hell.
          We’re not gonna take it!
          And as far as we can tell.
          It’s not their religion,
          That’s the reason blood is spilled.
          We’re not gonna take it!
          Gonna teach you, we’ll impeach you,
          Let’s remove you better still!”

George:   Now you can't touch me.
          The proof is truly sealed
          And not Rove, either.
          We made a deal.
          You can't touch Gonzo,
          And Cheney completes the scene
          Here's comes Uncle Rummy
          To guide you to
          Your very own latrine.

People:   We’re not gonna take it!
          We’re not gonna take it!
          We’re not gonna take it!
          We’re not gonna take it!

          We’re not gonna take it!
          You can go right straight to Hell.
          We’re Not Gonna Take It!
          And as far as we can tell.
          It’s not their religion,
          That’s the reason blood is spilled.
          We’re Not Gonna Take It!
          We’ll impeach you, Gonna teach you,
          Let’s remove you better still!”
          We’ll impeach you, Gonna teach you,
          Let’s remove you better still!”

Bush:     See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.
          See me. Hear me. Trust me. Fear me.

People:   Listening to you, I hear confusion.
          Gazing at you, I see defeat.
          Following you, I find disaster,
          I need a new guy in your seat.

          Right behind you, I’m wasting billions,
          On you, I see no glory.
          From you, I get deception.
          From you, I get no story.

          THE END
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6 thoughts on “Georgie (A Rock Opera Parody)

  1. Blimey, Wayne! I’ll have to set a bit of time a side to read it properly. First impression though, very clever!

  2. That’s some really great work there, Wayne!

    Why not take a chance?…Go here…

    http://www.thewho.com/index.php?module=home

    …hit the contact link at the bottom of the page and send off your work. You never know what might happen (the Who’s politics are very clear).

    Apart from that, here’s a funny thing.

    When I was 8-9 years old, my best friend’s dad was in the swimming-pool installation and repair business (which was weird as in the UK at the time private swimming pools were very rare even in my generally wealthy county–they are quite common now in my home neighborhood as can been seen via Google Earth).

    Anywhoo… Roy (my friend’s dad ) got a call to fix Keith Moon’s swimming pool (Moon lived in Chertsey, a few miles from us) on account of the fact that Keith had driven his Rolls Royce into it.
    So Dave and I went along to help Roy mix the concrete to fix the pool.
    As the damage was actually minor Dave and I didn’t have that much to do and as it was hot, the (hot) Mrs Moon invited us in to the house for some cold Lemon Barley (mmmm!).
    Waiting for the drinks in the conversation-pit style lounge I checked-out the huge wall of vinyl a;bums–there must have been ten thousand of them I found that all the ones I could reach were only classical.
    Mrs Moon told me that indeed almost all of them were classical.
    I thought that was weird.
    (Less weird was the bright green two-passenger hovercraft parked on the front lawn).

    .

  3. Thanks, 5th, and great story! I took you up on your suggestion and e-mailed a link to this post to them. We’ll see what happens. If they tell me to take it down, I will have to at once.

    And thank you all for your kind words.

  4. I thought I did this already, but perhaps not…

    Whatever happens, I don’t doubt The Who will appreciate what you’ve done.

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