Congratulations to Tim Bushong for winning our “save the republic” song contest in recording “The Ballad of John Roberts.” You can take a listen here, and a check is on the way. Despite how it sounds the check is not going to Australia. There were some other creditable entries, which you can find here, and I commend them to you. Many thanks to you all for your participation.
The lyrics are below again, if you need them as you listen.
The Ballad of John Roberts
John Roberts wrote some schizo words,
The nation puzzled long.
Whatever could the problem be?
And so we wrote this song.
Oh ho, oh no, the nation puzzled long.
Did he just buy ten bricks of coke
From a man named Escobar?
And did not see the cameraman
Who works the Midnight Star?
Oh ho, oh no, a man named Escobar.
Did he cavort with honeys blonde?
The yacht club kind, with legs?
Or did he find some offshore bank
For his financial eggs?
Oh ho, oh no, the yacht club kind with legs.
Is “Roberts” just an alias?
Is that man on the lam?
Did he shoot down in coldest blood
A man in Birmingham?
Oh ho, oh no, that man in Birmingham.
Or did he dump some toxic waste
Along a sandy beach,
Which then the greens and crazies used
To blackmail overreach?
Oh ho, oh no, that blackmailed overreach.
Or is he not part Cherokee?
As we so long believed?
And did he pad his resume
With purloined recipes?
Oh ho, oh no, he ain’t no Cherokee.
But we have found the sordid truth,
Which just Obama knew.
They shared a nursery long ago,
That sorry Kenyan crew.
Oh ho, oh no, that sorry Kenyan crew.
So let this be a lesson, lads,
If you would justice know,
Don’t ever nominate a man
With honeys, guns, or blow
Oh ho, oh no, with honeys, guns, or blow.