Saturday, 20 July 2019

SINGABLE SATIRE: VLAD PUTIN'S BLOGGER

WORDPLAY POST #177

ORIGINAL SONG: "The Frozen Logger", an American folksong of the tall-tale variety, was written by James Stevens in 1928 and published in 1949. It has been recorded by The Weavers in 1951, and subsequently by many other artists, including  Oscar Brand. Enjoy the YouTube recording by Johnny Cash here. 
PARODY COMPOSED:  Giorgio Coniglio, February 2019. 
Readers interested in this topic might also enjoy Giorgio's lyrics posted on these earlier blogposts...


SONGLINK: See the version designed for ukulele and guitar players on 'SILLY SONGS and SATIREhereBTW, if you are not among the glitterati chosen o have access to our lyrics-blog, and wish to do so, leave me a note to that efdfect in the Comments section at the bottom of this post, and I will sign you up.

FURTHER INFORMATION: A presidential quote from January 2019, in reference to the suspected perpetrators indicted by the Mueller probe into foreign interference in the 2016 U.S. federal election...

 "Among the 34 people, many of them were bloggers from Moscow or people who had nothing to do with me, had nothing to do with what they were talking about or there were people who got caught telling stories or lying … I think it's a terrible thing (that has) happened to this country, because this investigation is a witch hunt." 


VLAD PUTIN'S BLOGGER


(to the tune of "The Frozen Logger")



As I logged on in Moscow in an internet café,
An English-speaking pop-up troll did these terse words display,
“We know you are a blogger, and not just a common nerd.
Mother Russia wants your hacking help, of this please be assured.”

“And yes, I am Vlad Putin; please excuse my being crass,
But we’ll count on your assistance, or your relatives we’ll gas.
What we ask’s not too much effort, in fact it’s a walk in the park.
We’ll assign a friendly mentor, KGB-trained oligarch.”

“I want to win real elections, just not keen to call my own;           
We’ll monitor the chats and thoughts on each U.S. cellphone.
You’ll scoop the goods for blackmail in a world as dark as night,
And steal e-mail for WikiLeaks to publish on their site.”

“We’ll post you there in Washington, you’ll help us get the clues;
When time is right to dominate, we’ll start our world-wide coups.
We’ll signal in that courtroom that Putin’s time has come;
That’s where you’ll sit ‘til someone moons Bob Mueller with
   his bum.”


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