Frosty The Oilman
Frosty the oilman was a jolly happy soul,
With a tar sands pipeline and a wad of cash
And two eyes made out of coal.
Frosty the oilman had a very naughty plan
to get voted in and then start to sin
and make money off dirty tar sands.
There must have been some incentive in those campaign contributions he found.
For when he placed them in his pockets
He began to dance around.
O, Frosty the oilman
Was as naughty as he could be,
And the children say thanks for ruining our day – We can barely even breath.
Pumpetty pump pump. Pumpetty pump pump. Look at Frosty go.
Pumpetty pump pump. Pumpetty pump pump. Destroying farms, water, air and snow.
Frosty the oilman heard
The Earth was hotter each day,
But he said “Who cares how the poor folk fare
Let the North Pole melt away.”
Down through the US,
With a pipeline from tar sands,
Running here and there. “Who cares if it’s fair,” He said, “Catch me if you can”.
He led us down the garden path
The thermometers started to pop.
And he only paused a moment when
He heard us holler “Stop!”
For Frosty the snow man
Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye saying,
“Don’t you cry, only money makes my day.”
Pumpetty pump pump. Pumpetty pump pump…
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Jingle Bells…
Jingle bells, pollution smells
Coffman laid an egg
Stole our vote, up in smoke
Now corporate interests get their way, HEY!
Jingle bells, hot as hell
Tar sands hold his sway
Oil will spill, animals killed
But Coffman will still get paid, HEY!
Dashing through the House
As quiet as a mouse
The lobbyists are heard
The people, they get burned.
Dirty Congressmen never fear
Dirty money is always near
But you better change your ways
Before it is Election Day, HEY!
Jingle bells, pollution smells
Coffman laid an egg
Stole our vote, up in smoke
Now corporate interests get their way, HEY!
Jingle bells, hot as hell
Tar sands hold his sway
Oil will spill, who cares who it kills
If Coffman still gets paid, HEY!
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GOD REST YE MERRY, CONGRESSMEN (modified version from the Grateful Grannies of Albuquerque)
God help you, merry Congressmen –
You’ve filled us with dismay
For all the things you’ve done to us
Since last election day.
You’ve amortized and privatized
And caved to corporate sway,
With no tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
with no tidings of comfort and joy.
God help you, merry Congressmen,
Why is it you can’t see
Enacting bills without
support is not democracy.
We want a plan for energy
that doesn’t raise the seas.
We want tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,
real tidings of comfort and joy.