Inspired by a conversation overheard in a coffee shop with an appropriate and necessary amount of exaggeration added for effect.
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Parody of «Rock Island» from The Music Man by Meredith Wilson.
THE SOURCE MATERIAL
The Music Man was written (all phases of it music, book, lyrics) by Meredith Wilson, and he based it on a story by Willson and Franklin Lacey.
The story is about a con man (imagine that) named Harold Hill, who pretends to be a great band leader and on that premise he sells instruments and uniforms to the naive Midwestern townsfolk. Naturally, he reassures them that he will teach them all how to play the instruments and their band will be a glorious thing.
LYRICS for HE DOESN’T KNOW THE TERRITORY
Slashing the student loans, slashing the Medicare.
Slashing the foreign aid, slashing the superfunds.
Slashing the PBS, slashing the learning centers.
Slashing the low income energy assistance.
Slashing all the federal work study programs.
Slashing Amtrak and the Endowment for the Arts.
Look, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk?
What-aya get it?
What-aya-talk?
You can talk, you can talk, you can bicker, you can talk, you can bicker, bicker, bicker, you can talk, you can talk, but the money is a flowing’ to the people at the top.
That’s the new entitlement, it’s different then it was.
No it ain’t, no it ain’t, but you gotta know the territory.
Why it’s the money at the top made the trouble, and they just want more, wanna get, wanna get, wanna get all the gold.
Now the party in power, gonna run up the debt, funnel money to the top.
Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes sir!
Nobody worries ’bout that high cost of war. No help for the poor anymore.
What-aya-talk, what-aya-talk?
What-aya get it?
Charlie: That’s not it!
Take a gander at the cost, at the current cost, at the present day cost, of the medicare, medicaid, social security entitlement costs.
What-aya-talk, what-aye-talk, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk?
What-aya get it?
What-aya-talk, what-aya-talk, what-aya-talk?
What-aya get it?
You can talk, you can bicker, you can talk, you can bicker, but the money is flowing’ to the people at the top. That’s the new entitlement, it’s different then it was.
No it ain’t, but you gotta know the territory.
Why, the invention of the robot made the trouble.
Robots! Robots put the product in the sanitary package.
The robots build it and they put it in the sanitary package, made the everyday workin’ man obsolete, obsolete.
Obsolete. Obsolete. Obsolete.
All the jobs went out the window with the internet, underminin’ all the local stores. Made it hard to get a job, hard to get a job, made it pretty hard. No it didn’t, no it didn’t, but you gotta know the territory.
Gone, gone!
Gone with the medicare, medicaid, food stamps! Gone with the poor guy assistance programs! Gone with the aid for the destitute kids!
Wait! The problem is comin’ from the Hill?
The Hill? Hill? Hill! Hill… Hill? Hill. No!
Yes! The problem is comin’ from the Shill on the Hill!
‘Cause he doesn’t know the territory
Doesn’t know the territory?
Whats the fellows line?
Never worries ’bout his line.
Never worries ’bout his line?
Or the obsolete jobs, obsolete, or the robots building it and filling every sanitary package, or the funnel to the top.
Just a minute, just a minute, just a minute!
Never worries ’bout his line?
Never worries ’bout his line.
Or a doggone thing. He’s just a bang beat, bell ringing, big mouth, great go, neck or nothin, rip roarin’, BS in the bull’s eye, con-man.
That’s the thing with the shill on the Hill.
Tell us what’s his line. What’s his line?
He’s a fake, and he dosen’t know the territory!
Look, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddayatalk, whaddaystalk?
He’s just a con-man
He’s a what? He’s a what?
He’s just a con-man.
And he sells fantasy to the people in the towns. Wants money for the military, money for parades. He likes big walls, and military tanks, and the soldiers marchin’ in their uniforms, salutin’ as they go, like the Chinese do or the Russians or the French.
Well, I don’t know much about that but I do know we can’t afford to pay for big parades and walls, no sir.
Overthrow a country, perhaps, and here and there a drone strike.
No, the fellow sells fantasy, imaginary threats.
I don’t know how he does it but he lives like a king and he grifts and he golfs, and he blathers and he lies. And when he gets caught, certainly boys, what else? He blames it on us!
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,
When he gets caught lying, certainly boys, what else?
He blames it on us!
Yessssir, Yessssir
But he doesn’t know the territory!
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