Molly Ivins (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Decades ago, Molly Ivins (a great writer, despite being a Texan–Arizona is where it’s at); . . . . . as Barry Goldwater once said, “I have heard that the [National Press Club] serves only Texas Chili. Tell me this is not true. A Texan does not know chili from leavings in a corral.”) ; . . . at any rate, Ivins came up with that phrase, and I always like to give credit where it’s due.
English: Photograph shows head-and-shoulders portrait of Goldwater. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Here are some lyrics I wrote recently. I’ve handed them off, along with the lyrics to “I’m Gettin’ Drunk with Jesus,” to Alt-Country player Al Perry, another Tucsonan who, unfortunately for both of us, also has roots in Phoenix. Al is a great writer. Me? I can play blues, rock, jazz, latin jazz, latin rock, funk, etc. — but I can’t play country, so I handed these country lyrics to Al. I can’t wait to hear what he comes up with.
Sieg Heil Y’all
We’re very patriotic
And you know that it’’s true
That gives us the duty
To tell you what to do
Now all we really want from you
Is to do just what we say
Go on and lick a boot boy
It’s the American way
We’’re the world’s biggest bully
Don’’t get in our way
And it’s one two three sieg heil y’’all
Über alles, U.S.A.
It really offends me
When you call it a colored rag
I’’ll tell you what it means boy
To wave the American flag
We say that we want justice
And we want liberty
What we really want
Is the world down on its knees
We’re the world’s biggest bully
We’ve got to have our way
And it’s one two three sieg heil y’all
Über alles, U.S.A.
We’re the chickenhawk bully boys
And we’’re out to crush free speech
World domination
Is quite within our reach
So don’t interfere with us
Don’t get in our way
God bless America
Try to stop us and you’ll pay
We’re the world’s biggest bully
Better do what we say
And it’s one two three sieg heil y’all
Über alles, U.S.A.
(Spoken)
Sieg heil y’all
Y’all come back now, y’’hear?
Sharp and Pointed 