Sing Along 2

He's Got the Whole Team in His Hands

by Tom Campbell

Tune: He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

He's got the whole world in his hands.
He's got the whole world in his hands.
He's got the whole world in his hands.
He's got the whole world in his hands.
I've got the game plan in my hands.
I've got the game plan in my hands.
The pas-sing offense in my hands.
The pas-sing offense in my hands.
Put-tin' down K. State in his hands.
Beat-in' Nebraska in his hands.
Win-nin' at O. State in his hands.
All of our season in his hands.
He's got the whole team in his hands.

Hurray for Gov'nor Keating

by Randy Krehbiel

Tune: Hurray for Captain Spaulding

Hoo-ray for Gov'nor Keating
The GOP campaigner
That's W calling my number!
Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
He isn't one to mumble
When t-v lights shine on him
His wisdom so delights 'em
Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
I pull all my reliance
On learning at its finest
like that creation science
Hey! Hey!
One day in Penn-syl-van-ia
Frank called Al Gore a weasel
His rhetoric is lethal
Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
Hoo-ray for Gov'nor Keating
The GOP's own savior
The Gipper's got my number!
Democrats say he's a-lyin'
His uncle IS a mon-key
At least I'm no Demo donkey
Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!
With me to guide the GOPers
We'll beat the Stratton Taylors
They'll squash us like mosquiters!
Hey! Hey!
Hoo-ray for Gov'nor Keating
Whose name and fame are spreading
Who knows where it is heading?
Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray! Hoo-ray!

Blues for Little Dixie

by David Averill

Tune: Blues for Dixie

If you can recall when we ran it all, from McAlester to Broken Bow
Then you've got to know, why we hate to lose in Little Dixie
And if you hung around at a political rally, for Carl Albert and a
country band
Then you understand, why we've got the blues for Little Dixie
 If you can remember an old-time November
Democrats flyin' high
Now it's a shut-out; we've lost all of our clout
And we can't imagine why
Oh, we're gonna be sour 'til we're back in power
winnin' down South again
But until then, we're gonna be blue for (Little) Dixie
If you can remember an old-time November
Democrats flyin' high
Now it's a shut-out; we've lost all of our clout
And we can't imagine why
Oh, we're gonna be sour 'til we're back in power
winnin' down South again
But until then, we're gonna be blue for (Little) Dixie

Praise the Lord and Pass Like Dan Marino

by Randy Krehbiel

Tune: Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition

Look down upon us, may vict'ry be our fate
Look down upon us, bless our righteous state.
Up among the angelic hosts, give our boys a look.
Keep 'em safe, keep 'em fair, keep 'em open on the hook.
Shouting. . .
Praise the Lord and pass like Dan Marino
Can't afford to miss on that hitch-and-go
Praise the Lord, we're caught between the Supremos
and the big J.C.
Yes, our quarterback said it
You've got to give him credit
For a fire and brimstone signal caller was he, shouting
Praise the Lord, we're headed for the end zone
All Aboard, we're gonna all be heroes
Praise the Lord and pass like Dan Marino
And we'll all stay free.

Ve-To

by Mimi Haig

Tune: She-Bop

We-hell -he vetoes every bill in sight it seems
Rip the pages from some liberals' left-wing dreams
They're thinking up new vexations
He's passing up - Bad taxation
Oop - VE-TO

Do we wanna move out to a post with Bush
Huh, yeah, we wanna go East and do something cush
Hey, they say a veto in time saves nine
They say he better stop or he'll go blind
Oop - VE-TO - VE-TO
VE-TO - HE-TOW - A - WE-TOW
I-TOW - YOU-TOW-A HTEY-TOW
BE-TOW - BE-TOW - A - LAW - VE-TO
I hope you will understand
Hey, hey, they say he better get a cb'net job
Because he can't stop messin' with his veto wand
No we won't worry, No we won't fret - 
Ain't no law agains it yet
Oop - VE-TO - VE-TO
VE-TO - HE-TOW - WE-TOW

First La-dy, Sen-a-tor

by Mimi Haig

Tune: O-Bla-di O-bla-da

Billy holds an office in the capitol
Hil'ry is the one who's in command
Billy says to Hil'ry-girl you oughta race
And Hil'ry says this as she takes him by the hand

First la-dy, Sen-a-tor life goes on
Lala how the life goes on
First la-dy, Sen-a-tor life goes on
Lala how the life goes on

Billy takes a trolley to The Humidor
Buys a twenty dollar Cuban cig
Takes it back to Hil'ry waiting at the door
And as he hides it from her she begins to sing

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of bones buried in the yard
By Billy and Paula Jones

Happy ever after in the cap-i-tol
Billy lets the interns lend a hand
Hil'ry stays at home and plans her senate race
And in the evening watches re-runs of C-span

Happy ever after in the public eye
Hil'ry lets her Billy lend a hand
Billy stays at home and does his pretty date
And in the evening his cigar will lose its band

And if you want some fun, First La-dy, Sen-a-tor.

Don't Cast a Spell On Me

by Mimi Haig

Tune: Don't Stand So Close to Me

Young teacher, the subject
Of school girl sorcery
Her essay's so bad now
But still she wants a 'b'
To guide her, there's wicca
This girl's an open pagan
Hoof marking
She's so close now
Why in this day and age!

Don't cast, don't cast a
Don't cast a spell on me

School board is so zealous
You know how grownups get
Sometimes it's not so easy
To get the teacher hexed
Damnation, crustaceans
Is that a newt's right eye?
Wet bus stop - she's waiting
His car stalls out and dies
Cursed chalk in the classroom
To hurt she tries and tries
Rune stones in the math room
And her own broom to fly
It's no use
He sees her
He starts to shake and twist
Just like the old priest in
That movie 'Exorcist'

I'm No Goober

by David Averill

Tune: I'm a Loser

I'm no goober
I'm no goober and I'm not what I appear to be

This was a chance in a million, my friends
How could I know I would lose in the end?
And though I know that I'm not Doctor Tom
I never dreamed that my campaign would bomb

I'm no goober, but I lost a race that's dear to me
I'm no goober, and I'm not what I appear to be

I'm off to Congress, don't want to be late
The voters love me and that is my fate
You laughed at me and said I was too young
It's you who lost and it's me who has won

You're a loser and that's what you appear to me      
I'm no goober and I'm not what I appear to be

Town Without Clinton

by P. Casey Morgan

Tune: Town Without Pity

Bush is busy redefining bland
We miss Bubba and his all-girl band
We have columns we must fill.
We need scandal. We need Bill.
What a town without Clinton will be.
When we stop to gaze upon a star
We think fondly of his old cigar
We miss passion gone astray
Foreplay topped with a beret
What a town without Clinton will be.
We must write stories. Lots of stories.
We must have scandals to amend.
We knew Bill Clinton would not fail us.
He always gave us inches in the end.
Come back, Billy boy, we miss your style.
You could always lay 'em in the aisles.
You were red-hot, white and blue.
You were headline dreams come true.
What a town without Clinton will be.
We'll be bored to death in old D.C.
No, there won't be news worth printin'
in a town without Bill Clinton - scandal free.