Old farts like Ron and me remember the Platters and one of their hits, My Prayer.
Ron has updated it with new lyrics.
When the Kenyan is gone, and no toadies are spinning,
When the phony is gone, we can get back to work,
And start to get rid of welfare, that’s our prayerOur prayer is to impeach the fraud,
Fix the damage he’s caused, with his vast ignorance.
Our prayer is to throw out his broad
Who spends millions each year, in supreme arrogance.Today while our debt grows and grows
‘Cause socialist goals are about all he knows,Our prayer is for that chicken bone,
Or a loony raghead, or a runaway drone,
So that he won’t be there at the end of our prayer.
I remember them also. Does that mean I’m an old fart?
As an old fart from Oz, I sometimes have trouble understanding the langauge spoken in Hollywood: but those guys sing well, and I can hear each word.
What I do not know is why you had to go and invent some new langauge…is it called Bubonics? I certainly cannot understand that langauge.
Cheers
Thanks for giving me my laugh of the day, Thomas! (I am also from Oz, and probably an old fart depending on whatever is considered the current cut off date). I wonder if you were referring to Ebonics…but Bubonics is appropriate, because it is some sort of plague.
Yeah, the Platters……..
Greatest group to slow dance too…..Fortunately girls back then used to wear about a dozen Crinoline`s under their dresses for that puffy look which allowed young men afflicted with a tumescence condition…..”Boner” to keep it hidden while dancing & hoping.