Naked snowmen © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "HEADLESS HORSEMAN" BY: BING CROSBY BONUS QUOTE: "Food for the mind is like food for the body, the inputs are never the same as the outputs." MARSHALL MCLUHAN		Unsupervised by governmental authorities little kids are somehow still allowed to turn that white stuff that falls from heaven unassembled into offensively patriarchal wannabe statues - and by now we should all have learned to topple over in anger over how much statues are racist - so with the original song being ripe for a rally against something whatever I'm taking the chance here to rally them all on the superior moral left towards a path against those global warming-defying white-skinned snowmen that will defile every deplorable nuclear family backyard on the Northern Hemisphere! Down with Whitey! (My first start here was to write a parody about kids toppling snowmen in the winter as practice for cow-tipping later on - but I couldn't milk that setup for enough material so I pushed on ahead like this instead - politics can always be milked for a parody, no matter what position you let the narrator take). Just come on down and we'll redecorate There's smut and filth out there we'll terminate Sores on eyes like offensive statues Let's get together for a hunt on bugaboos Those busts of dead men sure ain't nice Some had slaves I'll emphasize! Most were fat and some were dim Albeit they had no Hipster Gyms Oh, I'll tell you we're launching an preemptive strike Those status might join the nazi Alt-Right Where a flag waves we always take a knee And stand up to such white mastery Banners' bad, but what's even worse Is the naked snowmen kids disperse! They're WHITE and a sore on our liberal eyes! When kids go amoral - reprehend Buildin' their statues, always men Carrots hang there red and thin A black'd be more like aubergine Beware, be scared, a gateway sin! And such's this threat that we must concern We'll curb such whims, and/or overturn The tears your kids shed are misled So send your mongrel litter off to bed You'd be applauding any flaming cop And should too two cents have to drop In a safe zone atmosphere We'll riot Berkeley every year All can do a little, you should be trigg'd Hide kids' mittens, then go big Day or night, you can't let stand Those naked snowmen shames the land Take a side-trip to a flamethrower shop Go jihading on the white snowdrops But don't stop to ever count to ten You can rid the world of white snowmen Now if you're riled for snowman war It's time to start, just get out the door And for an encore gobbledygook Go down to the library, burn some books The one-percenters rule's dissent' With knowledge down their power's bent But if you're cold by an allnight(er) Make sure to warm up, don't go white(r) We'll have to leave your pale ass there Take knee! Hide face! Look down! Stand clear! With your guilt-trip from that Paki sweatshop Your old pussy hat is hard to stop So dress warm and make your first goal ten You can rid the world of unclad men! © Peter Andersson 2017
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