If I can get my gun back again, I’ll never eat no more
If I get my gun back again, boys, I never eat no more
I had a good gun, but I did not treat it right

It’s my fault, only have myself to blame
It’s my fault, it’s my fault boys, I only have myself to blame
It would have been in my hands right now, if I hadn’t traded it in for the food stamp

I found out one thing, these food stamps don’t mean you no good
I found out one thing people, these food stamps don’t mean you no good
You traded a good gun for some bread, then you have nothing left after eating your food
Yes, yeah

I’m having bad luck, having bad luck ever since it been gone
I’m having bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, ever since my baby been gone
When it was in my hands, Lord, I was not a good Republican

DId you know that there’s a prize given out (by some science group associated with the New York Times) for the best-choreographed Ph.D. thesis in the sciences? Last year’s winner was a completely wonderful ballet about beta cells producing insulin after exposure to vitamin D……Come to think of it, the author/choreographer had a Chinese name! although she was based in Australia.

So now I’m all excited about the prospect of seeing American public policy debated in song form! The closest we’ve come to this is the Dixie Chicks’ “Not Ready to Make Nice” a few years ago, about refusing to apologize to GW Bush for sneering at the Iraq war during a concert.

Let’s compose a heart-rendingly beautiful folk song about death panels, the public option, Granny’s cancer medication, and the Republican Party’s support of my right to tote an AK-47 to any public gathering I want.

Was it because the song was bad or was Clayderman bad? The way he played it, it sounds so bland, as if Clayderman was thoroughly bored by it.