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In a Sow’s Ear

Are you bored? Do want to occupy your time in an “important” way? Do you want to bask in the attention of the media and the public in general? Do you wish to give talks, seminars, speeches, and lectures? Do you have a yen to make award-winning documentaries? Are you wondering how to achieve your noble desires? You are?

Then, what you need is a cause. Such as pollution, food, energy, economy, global warming ” the list goes on and on and on. Pick one. Do a bunch of selective research and write a book filled with statistics and “facts.” Write a set of guidelines for folks to live by. Then set yourself up as the leader, the expert, the authority.

“Causes” perpetrated upon the populace willy-nilly, can be amusing, confusing and darned exasperating. However, a “good cause” provides endless entertainment. Watching the antics of those who claim to know just how to fix the world ” not to mention straightening out the thinking of us lesser mortals ” is a never-ending source of material for satire, lampooning, spoofing and making up blues-songs parodies such as the following. Belt it out while pickin’ on your guitar or thump a beat on an empty metal garbage can or just recite it rap style.

Dedicate it with proper sentiment to whomever is your favorite politician or maybe your cousin, Skeezix who just joined the National Society for Meddling in Everybody’s Business.

Global Warming Blues…

Hey, what’s this global, global warmin’ blues?

Hey, what’s this global, global warmin’ blues?

Hey, Mr. G., tell me cuz I don’t have no clues.

Hey, Mr. G, hey what am I gonna do?

Hey, Mr. G, hey what am I gonna do?

Hey, Mr. G., hey please tell it to me true.

Hey, I got cows, cows that give off methane gas.

Hey, I got cows, cows that give off methane gas.

Hey, Mr. G, hey when will all this gas pass?

Hey, I got cars, cars blowin’ carbon monoxide.

Hey, I got cars, cars blowin’ carbon monoxide.

Hey, Mr. G., tell me how soon will I die?

Hey, my horse, my horse

goes potty in the woodlands.

Hey, my horse, my horse

goes potty in the woodlands.

Hey, Mr. G, are you tellin’ me he shouldn’t?

Hey, I eat steak, steak is what I have for dinner.

Hey, I eat steak, steak is what I have for dinner.

Hey, Mr. G., would you tell me I’m a sinner?

Hey, read the paper, ain’t nothin’ but bad news.

Hey, read the paper, ain’t nothin’ but bad news.

Hey, Mr. G., hey, you’re makin’ me confused.

Hey, I got them global, global warmin’ blues.

Hey, I got them global, global warmin’ blues.

Hey, Mr. G, hey what am I gonna do?


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