"The FEAR BUS" (Sung to, "The Love Boat") -- A Postmodern Carol (#26 in a Series of 47)

Well, since "Zika" means "Ebola" in the crapola language, it's time to dust this off.

The FEAR BUS

[sung to, "The Love Boat" with no apology to Paul Williams and Charles Fox]

FEAR... exciting and... pew!
Come aboard. We're expecting you!
And... FEAR, that dreaded transport.
Let it smoke... it floats back to you...
[screech of brakes and gunfire]
The FEAR BUS... soon will be making another run!
The FEAR BUS... promises horror for everyone...
Get a course on butt-clencher,
You hide from some psycho's rants...
[driver yells, someone cries]
And FEAR... will hurt evermore
[red light horn honk riff]
It's a broken smile... or a deadly snore.
[tires sing on wet pavement, explosion]
It's FEARBU-UUUUS!
Welcome aboard the FEEEEEEARRRRR BUS!

Ayuh.

Factually, this “emergency” Zika virus notice is so the Powers That Were have something to blame for the startling rise in birth defects caused by Monsanto chemicals and Fukushima radiation, among other things.

"(Talkin' 'Bout) My Education" (Sung to, "My Generation") -- A Postmodern Carol (#13 in a Series of 25)

Behold the new anthem for post-secondary education. Crank it.

Da-da's reissuing a few of these, featured in his third book...

(TALKIN' 'BOUT) MY EDUCATION

[sung to the tune of, "My Generation," with apologies to The WHO.]



People try to put it d-down (Talkin' 'bout my education)
Just because I goofed around (Talkin' 'bout indoctrination)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout indebted nation)
Hope I'm employed before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my education)

This is my education
This is my education, baby

Why don't you all t-t-trade away (Talkin' 'bout my allegation)
And don't try to sell what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my condemnation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my adaptation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my ed-d-d-ducation (Talkin' 'bout my education)

This is my education
This is my education, baby

Why don't you m-m-masquerade away (Talkin' 'bout your obfuscation)
And don't try to b-buy what they all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my suffocation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my demarcation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my ed-d-d-ducation (Talkin' 'bout my education)

This is my education
This is my education, baby

People pepper spray us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my fumigation)
Just because we sit around (Talkin' 'bout my liberation)
Things they do look awful s-s-sold (Talkin' 'bout your corporation)
Yeah, hope I die before I'm controlled (Talkin' 'bout my education)

This is my education
This is my education, baby

(See Postmodern Carol #14)
(See Postmodern Carol #12)

What Da-da's Listening To

"Sixteen Scandals" (Sung to, "Sixteen Candles") -- A Postmodern Banking Carol (#18 in a Series)

Ah, there you are. Now we can have a better look at you.

SIXTEEN SCANDALS

[Sung to the tune of, "Sixteen Candles," with apologies to Dixon and Khent.]

Crappy earth day, crappy earth day, baby
Banks, we loathe you so...

Sixteen scandles make an ugly blight
But not quite like The Fed's lies tonight (Fed's lies tonight)
(Oh!)

Blow out their candles, make our wish come true
For we'll be wishing central bankers go out of business, too (out of business, too)

You're only sixteen (sixteen)
But you steal like umpteen (with political smokescreen)
You're the lyingest, heinous scam we've ever seen (gone in 2013)
(Dough!)

Sixteen dismantles and maybe mo
Done forever and ever for we loathe you so (we want you to go)

Your number's only sixteen (sixteen)
But you steal like umpteen (with media smokescreen)
You're the lyingest, money-grubbing regression toward the mean (money-milking machine)
(D'Oh!)

Sixteen scandles in our angry torches will glow
For ever and ever for we loathe you so (for we loathe you so)
For we loathe you so!!!

That's one!

[Sing Postmodern Carol #17]
[Sing Postmodern Parenting Carol #19]