The bad news from Egypt inspired this reworking of Allen Sherman's biggest hit:
Hello Muddah, hello Faddah,
Our Arab Spring's an intifadah.
Tahrir Square is very festive
Now that many of the natives are so restive.
We got rid of our dictator.
Told him, "Hosni, catch ya later."
Now they're holding our elections
And extremists have a lock on our affections.
All the Arabs hate the Jew state.
They all wanna see a new state.
One's that's Muslim, if you please, sir.
And the returnees have even kept their keys, sir.
Now I know there's no guarantee-ah
But I think we'll have shariah.
It's a law unlike the others
'Cuz it elevates all of the Muslim brothers.
They say "spring," oh, Muddah, Faddah,
Great PR, no "intifada."
Close your eyes and you can all pretend
This warming trend won't end.
Close their eyes, and they can see democracy,
The kind that makes you really free
And not the sort that's part and parcel of sharee'.
Wait a minute, they're still raping.
Guys are bowing, guys are scraping.
Praying, submitting--whole enchilada.
Muddah, Faddah kindly cheer this intifada!
2 comments:
Bad, yes, news, no. This was as predictable as the night following the day for anyone with at least one functional frontal lobe. Of course, that leaves out half the country...
Great rewriting of a really great song. Alan Sherman was sooo good. The American version of Flanders and Swan.
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