PARODIES

 

SONG PARODY
Gov. Abbott's Letter to Mayor Lightfoot
(You've Got Your Troubles)
The Fortunes -1965

I see that worried look upon your face
You've got your troubles, I've got mine
You thought we'd send them all to another place
You've got your troubles, I've got mine

Texas has paid enough by now
Looks like you're no longer highbrow

Now just like me you sit and wonder why
You've got your troubles, I've got mine
You need some sympathy, well so do I
You've got your troubles, I've got mine

Migrants keep coming by the score
And I'll keep sending more and more

We should be talking
So stop your squawking
The way you always do

Texas has paid enough by now
Looks like you're no longer highbrow

And so forgive me if I seem unkind (I ain't got no pity for you)
You've got your troubles, I've got mine (Our Southern States have lost for years and years)
We'll find another place, another time
I've had troubles, now you've got mine

We can't carry this burden alone
You've got our troubles, we've got more
When this will end is still unkown
You wouldn't let us close the door

You've got our troubles, we've got more
You've got our troubles, we've got more

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© 2024 Brian McNeal



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GREENLAND AIN'T REALY GREEN

The new golf course looks divine
As I step down from the plane,
And there to greet me is the media and press.

Down the way I look and here comes Putin,
Driving a golf cart with my clubs.
It's good to see my new Greenland golf course.

Yes, it's all mine in Greenland
All mine, stolen from Denmark
It's good to play on my new Greenland course.

The clubhouse is so handy,
McDonald's burgers and real French fries,
And there's a place to hide my secret papers

Down the lane I go with Putin, my caddy
Eighteen holes with green, green fairways
It's good to play on my new Greenland course.

Then I awake and look around me
Eighteen holes of white, white fairways
And I realize: yes, I was only scheming.

They didn't tell me, there's no green in Greenland
Playing golf with frozen fingers
I lost my balls on the cold, white fairway

If I only had orange balls up here in Greenland
I'd like to win on my own course
I know I could win if I had big orange balls

No, they never even told me
How cold it is up in Greenland
So, I'll give it back to Denmark and go home

Then we all awoke and realized we were only dreaming
He won't admit he was wrong
He'll make big divots with bombs in Greenland

Maybe we can bury him up in Greenland
In a self-made divot grave
Oh, it's good to dream of good old Greenland golf

© 2026 Brian McNeal



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