Sing us a song you old Geezerman

Sing us a song you old Geezerman

The Fall is soon coming, it’s cool at night
The tree frogs are quiet, or near,
And the cicadas all fall dead to the ground,
The toads have no black snakes to fear.
The first color paints our sumacs red,
The next is the dogwood that goes,
Then the maples will receive their frosty kiss
And put on their golden-red clothes.


The Day of the Reckoning is near.

Sing us a song you old Geezer man,
Make us all happy tonight
Tell us the fall of the Obamabots,
That everything turns out right.

Millions lost jobs they’re unemployed
Since the FED declared the banks
Had no money under revised rules,
Just like under Roosevelt.
Obama pretended to fix the mess,
But he only made it all worse.
He purposely ruined our industry
And deserves our Country’s worst curse.

The Day of the Reckoning is near.

Sing us a song you old Geezer man,
Make us all happy tonight
Tell us the fall of the Obamabots
That everything turns out right.

Grandma is sick and needs surgery,
Her death panel says she’s too old,
But she will get near end life counseling
Her end will be painless we’re told.
The IRS reads our bank account,
We can’t save us nary a cent
That those folks will not know or hear of it
And collect their fifty percent.

The Day of the Reckoning is near.


Sing us a song you old Geezer man,
Make us all happy tonight
Tell us the fall of the Obamabots
That everything turns out right.

I see the networks they burn and fail
To fool people because we knew it
That the proper way to handle the Media
Is one Reporter to one bullit.
And the Professors shut up as Harvard’s in flames
And Hollywood’s destroyed in the fire.
And the Nation’s Capitol moves to Missouri
And an Alaskan’s President for a while.

This is the Song of the Geezer Man
To keep you all happy tonight.
I call for the fall of the Obamabots
I call for you join in the fight.


The Day of the Reckoning is near.

Geezer Bela in Exile
Aug 28, 2009