Nothing like a good bit of anger to get the creative juices flowing. I just received THE REVISED lyrics for a "Scott Walker Talkin' Blues" from my firebrand, outlaw attorney friend, Stan Johnson:RECALL THE KID WHOSE NOSE GREW VERY LONG
EVERY TIME HE TOLD A LIE?
HIS HEAD WAS WOOD, HIS HEART WAS COLD
AND HE MADE GEPETTO CRY
THEN SCOTT WALKER CAME AND SAID
I'LL BE YOUR PRIDE AND JOY
BUT HOLD ON G, OLD SCOTT'S A SHAM
AND HIS PROMISE JUST A PLOY
HE'LL WEASEL IN, HE'LL CHEAT AND LIE
AND THEN HE'LL STEAL YOUR KEYS
CUZ YOUR A TRADESMAN, A WORKING STIFF
BUT YOU'RE NOT ON YOUR KNEES
IF SCOTTY HE DON'T LIKE YOUR TYPE
HE'LL THROW YOU OUT THE DOOR
YOU'RE THE KIND WHO DOES THE JOB
AND MINDS HIS P' AND Q'S
YOU ARE PART OF UNION, G,
AND THAT'S WHAT GIVES THE GUV THE BLUES
CUZ UNIONS THEY DON'T LIKE HIS TYPE
THE ONES WHO'VE SOLD THEIR SOULS
TO THE BROTHERS KOCH, IT AIN'T A JJOKE
THEY WANT YOU ON THE DOLE
PINOCCHIO LIED BUT HE WAS A KID
THAT GIVES HIM SOME EXSCUSE
WHEN SCOTTY LIES, THE COUNTRY DIES
HE NEEDS BE IN A NOOSE
WE'LL PULL THAT ROPE RFEALLY HARD
AND HEAR THE BASTARD CROAK
OK, I LIED! IT'S NOT THE STATE, MY NECK IS ALL THAT'S BROKE!
A PUPPET JUST LIKE OLD PINOC, THAT'S ALL SCOTT WALKER IS
WITH SHIT FOR BRAINS, HATE FOR TRAINS
YET HE SAYS HE'S GOOD FOR BIZ
WHEN STRINGS GET PULLED BY BROTHERS KOCH
AND PULL HIS STRINGS THEY MUST
THE GRAND OLD BADGER STATE IS SCREWED
AND NOW IT'S UP TO US
SO TAKE A STAND AND MARCH MY FRIEND
AND RAISE HIGH THE IRON CLAD FIST
WE'LL TAKE THOSE BLACK-SOULED BASTARDS DOWN
THEY'RE THE FIRST UPON OUR LIST
WE'RE TAKING NAMES, WE'RE KICKING BUTT
WE'RE HERE FOR THE DURATION
AND WHEN WE WIN
AND WIN WE SHALL
IT'S A VICTORY FOR THE NATION!
- Stan Johnson (in seclusion outside of Madison. Wisconsin)
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