"Phony Boy"
Rev 1.0 dd 06 apr 2003  Text © Willem Scheelings

A satirical song, inspired by mr Bush during the 
Iraq war, based on the real old American ditty "Pony Boy" 
which was played at Fancy Fairs; I thought it proper 
to change the title to "Phony boy". Text is recitated 
accompanied by a steam-organ (Calliope) which is in an 
American museum of musical instruments. The instrument 
is driven with compressed air in stead of steam, so the 
original raw sound is not fully realized in the recording.


PHONY  BOY


USA, USA,
Once you're there then
You must stay
Refugees from all the globe
Found their final hope  and

Think the world
Is a threat
Safety is so hard to get  so
Down with weapons everywhere
But not our share!

Americans are refugees
From all over the world they came
Sought freedom of religion
And shelter: who's to blame?
Thanksgiving they still celebrate
I wonder: thanks for what is that?
Because they still do seem afraid
For now they've got:

Mister Bush
President
Never speaks intelligent
Speeches like a 10-year-old
Only quotes what he's been told

Mister Bush
Constable
Seems not very sane
Plays policeman of the world
It's a  real shame!

Irishmen took to the States
Because they had a lack of food
Jews were coming just as well
Their life was nowhere good
Africans preferred their home
Freedom was forced upon these folks
All this freedom over there  just
Seems  A  Joke

Terrorists, terrorists,
Is a word which always fits  for
Cowboys and for presidents,
For people who don't understand

Terrorists, terrorists,
Are tourists all the same   why
Would  things happen as they do
And:  who's to blame?

The  Oilman  and  the industry
Of guns, rockets and armoury
Their market was a little slow
So mister Bush, we'll have a go

Use the stuff so we sell more
Economy will grow for sure
Never mind the countless deaths  It's
Far from our beds!