It's like karaoke for your head!

Not only does he write bad Hemingway, he can write bad parody and/or political songs, too.
Read the lyrics, play the MIDI files, and sing along. Be the first on your block to annoy the neighbors with...


Dire Straits' "Money for Nothin'"The Police' "Every Breath You Take"
Money for Nothin' (and your checks for C)

Huh, lookit them yoyo's--that's the way you do it
You write some software on the ol' PC
That ain't workin'--that's the way you do it
(Get your) Money for nothin' and yer checks for C

Now that ain't workin' (that's the way you do it)
Let me tell you, them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a sore spot on your bum

We got to install WordPerfect updates
Put some RAM in the old AT's
We got to do these gigantic backups
We got to upgrade user PC's

That little yuppie with the glasses and the sweater
(Yeah buddy, that's his own hair)
That little hacker got a place in Redmond
That little hacker, he's a billionaire!

We got to install WordPerfect updates
Put some RAM in the old AT's
We got to do these gigantic backups
We got to upgrade user PC's

We got to install WordPerfect updates
Put some RAM in the old AT's
We got to do these gigantic backups
We got to upgrade user PC's

Looka here, looka--

I shoulda learned to write some old program
I shoulda learned to hack that code
Lookit that mama, she's got it running on the Pentium
Man, we coulda had one!

And ease up there, what's that? Sound Blaster noises?
He's banging on the keyboard like a chimpanzee--
Oh, that ain't workin'--that's the way to do it
Get your money for nothin' and your checks for C

We got to install WordPerfect updates
Put some RAM in the old AT's
We got to do these gigantic backups
We got to upgrade user PC's

Lissen here--
Now, that's ain't workin'--that's the way you do it
You write some software on the ol' PC
That ain't workin' (that's the way you do it)
(Get your) Money for nothin' and your checks for C

Money for nothin' (heh) and yer checks for C
Get your money for nothin' and yer checks for C

Looka that! Looka that!

[I want my, I want my, I want my Win NT...]
Every Buck You Make

Every buck you make
From every job you take
Though it makes you ache
Please make no mistake
I'll be taxing you

Every single day
You'll be made to pay
Through rules I invent
I'll take each red cent
'Cause I'm taxing you

Oh can't you see
It belongs to me
Because I'm the Fed
I even tax the dead

Every bit of wealth
I'll purloin by stealth
Because you must bear
More than your fair share
When I'm taxing you

If you're poor have I got a deal for you
Just stay at home and you get a big check, too
To get your vote it's the least that I can do
The down-on-luck are the easiest to woo
I keep calling "Vote for, vote for meeeee...."

Oh can't you see
It belongs to me
Because I'm the Fed
I even tax the dead

Send every dividend
So I can tax and spend
Take your salary
Send it all to me
I'll be taxing you

Spare me all your ire
Send the cash by wire
I'll be taxing you

I'll be taxing you

[Every buck you make,
every job you take,
pay until you ache,
please make no mistake...]

Talking Heads "Burnin' Down the House"
Takin' Down my Pants
Watch out
Or I'll get what I'm after
Cool baby
Come here don't be a stranger
Come and do your pres-i-dent
Takin' down my pants

Hold tight
Now that the party's over
Hold tight
We're in for nasty P.R.
All be-cause I had my way
Takin' down my pants

Here's the ticket, I'll deny: time for lying through my teeth
And my conscience is clear
Close enough but no cigar, even if I went too far
I'll just brand her a liar

All wet  Down in the Oval Office
Ken Starr  He dreams of how he'll get me
But I ne-ver will get caught
Takin' down my pants

It was once upon a place sometimes I take a babe in there
And I get in her face
People on their way to work say baby what did you expect
It's just like Little Rock

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White House  out of the ordinary
That's right  they bring the babes right past me
In-terns sure can sweep me off my feet
Takin' down my pants

No visible means of support, and they can't prove nothin' yet
Everything's in our favor
I don't know what you expect, watching on the TV set
I'll just call her a liar

The three MIDI files presented on this page are copyrighted by their respective artists
and are used here for parody and satiric purposes only. I strongly recommend that you
purchase any and all albums by these respected and highly talented artists, instead of
relying on inferior MIDI renderings for all your musical entertainment, you stinking loser
weasel, you. I can't think of any three bands that I admire more in the world (and in
this, or any, decade), and I would never attempt to misappropriate their powerful, moving,
and influential works for my own benefit. There. I think I've kissed just about enough
butt for one afternoon.

Rinzai Satori makes no apologies for being a registered Republican.