Written by Jenny Hanniver   

Songs for caroling at Holiday season political rallies (by Sandy):

AMERICAN PARADE
(Here Comes Santa Claus)

Here comes Wall Street, parading down Wall Street,
Laughing greedily.
Ain't it funny they got our money
With Congress's decree?
There's no onus for a CEO bonus,
That's a well-earned due,
To keep the power up in their tower
And make a slave of YOU!

Here's our diplomats in their bowler hats,
A great Imperial crew.
Go get Mexico, claim it for Texaco,
Canada subdue.
Blame ev'ry immigrant and NAFTA hater,
Ev'ry foreigner, too.
Any excuse to intervene,
So they can tyrannize YOU!

Here come the generals, see the great generals,
Keeping our Empire strong!
War-machining, swagg'ring, preening
As they march along.
Using up soldiers, each Marine,
Ev'ry bystander, too,
So all will know they're tough and mean,
And they can regiment YOU!

Here's their plan: screw Afghanistan,
Send drones to Pakistan.
They've got the knack to rule Iraq
And drop bombs on Iran,
Russia, Cuba, Nicaragua,
Fry the Frenchies, too.
They'll have great fun, kill everyone,
And finally aim on YOU!

Here come the NSA and the CIA
Sneaking down the street.
We haven't a clue about what they do,
Those secret deals are neat.
Drugs come in, like heroin,
That's how these agencies grew,
Blow a whistle and you'll grow old
Where no one will ever see YOU!


HARK! THE POLITICIANS RANT
(Hark! The Herald Angels Sing)

Hark! the politicians rant,
Giving their self-serving slant;
Social justice, so they say,
Is a pipe-dream—-far away.
Insurance lords are our salvation,
They know what's good for the nation.
If somebody starts to think,
Suddenly they are labeled "pink"!
People, can't you recognize
That these are whopping monstrous lies?

Such enormous lies they weave,
How they want us to believe
Their pals should have the power to say
what's good for all of us, while they
Kiss the power behind the throne,
Lick the gravy dripping down,
Filibuster on for hours
While the coins drop down in showers,
Don't hear little children cry--
Who cares if the weak ones die?

Worst of all, some millionaires
Sell their own political wares!
Geithner, Summers, Rubin too,
Smile while conning me and you.
American people, why so docile?
Is democracy a fossil?
Bring those politicians low!
Tell them that at last we know
What we want: a world that's free,
A glorious home for you and me!


O OIL SLICK
(O Tannenbaum)

O oil slick, O oil slick,
You make a pretty rainbow.
O oil slick, O oil slick,
You give me such a pain, though.
Whenever tankers run aground,
And beaches all in sludge are drowned,
There'll be no life for miles around--
O oil slick, how I hate you!

O oil slick, O oil slick,
I wonder how you happen?
O oil slick, O oil slick?
Who on the fish are crappin'?
Who turns the water-fowl foul black?
Who pays off each political hack?
Some day we'll give your kind the sack--
O oil men, we'll defeat you!


JOY!
(Joy to the World)

Joy to the moms, free day care's here!
Let children play all day,
While mommas work as auto mechs,
Or engineers and architects,
Or write a famous tome,
Or splice a chromosome,
Or maybe—or maybe choose to stay at home.

Joy to the kids, free day care's here!
Let all the children play
On jungle gyms and climbing bars,
With story books and dolls and cars,
With hamster and with dove,
And caring folks above
Who always--yes, always show the smiles of love!


MR. WENCESLAS
(Good King Wenceslas)

Mr. Wenceslas went out
From his door one morning.
So much smog was round about
He couldn't see the dawning.
He went to work as usual,
On the BMT,
The train stalled in a tunnel, ah,
What a place to be-e-e!

Haze filled up the train car and car-
Bon monoxide, too.
They choked & gasped & cried & coughed,
Oh what were they to do?
For five long hours they stayed in there,
Each felt as dull as lead.
Then someone looked at Wenceslas—
My God! The man was dea-ea-ead!

Mrs. Wenceslas went out
In the funeral car.
Her husband would be buried in
New Jersey—-pretty far.
But in the Holland Tunnel there
Were seventy cars times seven,
And that's how Mrs. Wenceslas
Joined Wenceslas in Hea-ea-ven.


A WOMAN IN A VERY HOSTILE LAND
(Winter Wonderland)

She's eighteen, she gets married,
Up till then life was varied,
But that's how life goes as far as she knows,
A woman in a very hostile land.

Same old thing, life is boring,
Do the wash, clean the flooring,
Then he grabs his hat, walks out, leaves her flat—-
A woman in a very hostile land.

Waitressing and working in a big store,
On her feet all day from six to five,
Working for the boss is such a big bore,
But somehow you've just got to stay alive.

She can't work—-she's not lazy,
She's a wreck, going crazy;
She's walking the road, hauling a load,
A woman in a very hostile land.

Can't buy food, has no carfare,
Got no choice, goes on welfare.
She's taking the blame, it's always the same,
A woman in a very hostile land.

Meets a man, she thinks he's such a nice guy,
And he's from a better part of town.
She is so relieved, she heaves a big sigh
And they stand up before old Parson Brown.

After while, there's a baby,
But he's found a new lady.
Although she may grieve
Now she's got to leave—-
A woman in a very hostile land.


FIFTEEN CAROLERS
(God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen)

We are fifteen carolers all bringing Christmas cheer,
The traffic makes so loud a noise you'll have to gather near,
Four of us have emphysema, two of us can't hear.
So good-bye, little carolers, good-bye,
Rest in peace,
So good-bye, little carolers, good-bye.

We are nine fine carolers, although we miss our friends.
They seemed so healthy yesterday, the next day—-wow—-the end!
Now eight of us have cancer of the lung and they won't mend.
So good-bye, little carolers, good-bye,
Rest in peace,
So good-bye, little carolers, good-bye.

I am one lone caroler, the only one that's left,
I had some friends but they're gone now, I really am bereft.
So gentlemen and ladies, and little children, too,
This could happen, could happen to you,
Unless things change!
This will happen, will happen to you!


LIBERATION SONG
(O Come, All Ye Faithful)

Sisters, O what does liberation mean?
It's not just a word and it's not just a dream.
When women can be what they want to be,
And men do half the child-care,
and there's no need for welfare,
At last we can be sure that women are free!

When women build bridges in far-away places,
When no one notices religions or races,
When men can cry, and every mind be free,
Then we can reach each other,
the sister and the brother,
And that's what HUMAN liberation will mean!