The season of
Christmas muzak has descended upon us.
Every public or commercial building we enter greets us with treacle-laden
renditions of seasonal songs. The first
day or so, it isn’t too hard to dial them out, letting them get lost in the
constant buzzing, whining background that is always there.
However, each
trip outdoors, be it for groceries or gasoline adds to the cumulative overburden
of unwanted sound. By the 1st
of January, It has become sufficiently annoying that I’m looking for speakers
to rep from th overhead. So far, I’ve
avoided such action. That may, however,
be due to my short stature than to my observance of any social contract.
Sometimes, a decent parody will arise and alleviate a bit of
the annoyance. Those of us old enough to
recall anything about the Kennedy administration not reserved for the annual November
festival of what if and othe mourning, may recall this little gem. It works best acappella.
12 Days with Khrushchev
On the first
day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"Your
wife's looking mighty pretty."
On the
second day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"You
must leave Berlin,
and your
wife's looking mighty pretty."
On the third
day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"Don't
bother Castro,
etc
On the
fourth day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"Our
power's growing fast,
etc
On the fifth
day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"We'll
bury you,
etc
On the sixth
day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"Stop
the U2,
etc
On the
seventh day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"We'll
beat you to the moon,
etc
On the
eighth day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"We'll
have Vietnam soon,
etc
On the ninth
day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"Isn't
Congress sticky,
etc
On the tenth
day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"Please
call me Nicky,
etc
On the
eleventh day we met, Premier Khrushchev said to me,
"How's
Mississippi,
etc
On the last
day we met, Premier Khrushchev heard from me,
"Listen
Mr. Red, we're still ahead,
Stop all
your feigning, your power's waning, common Market's
gaining,
You're
losing Nasser, faster and faster, isn't that a gasser,
Don't feed
me a con,
Put your
shoe back on,
We won't
leave Berlin, how's China, meeting will adjourn
Get your
hand off Jackie's knee."
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