Written by matwil

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

image for Copenhagen summit adopts Dylan song 'A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall' Bob Dylan

To try and make the Copenhagen summit seem important, the organisers adopted a Bob Dylan song to publicise it.

These are the lyrics:

'Oh, where have you been, my brown-eyed son?
And where have you been, my insincere one?
I've stumbled trying to pay lots of Arab oil salesmen
I've walked and I've crawled to sell arms to Jerusalem

My country has destroyed many sad rain forests
I've been on TV so much I'm like ten chat show guests
I've been five thousand miles to steal Iraqi oil wells
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's hard luck American acid rain's a-gonna fall on you

Oh what did you see, my brown-eyed son?
And what did you see, my token one?
I saw US cars with no CAT converters
I saw gas-guzzling autos with only one driver
I saw our factories that destroy the ozone layer

I fly around the world making more pollution
I have the nerve to preach about climate solutions
My jet fuel alone would light up York or Ascuncion
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's hard luck American acid rain's a-gonna fall on you

Oh what did you hear, my brown-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my Illinois one?
I heard the sound of bullshit from insincere lawyers
I heard another soundbite for American viewers
I heard more sneers and jeers from European leaders
I heard a loud silence about the global warmers
I heard TV drone on about a rich US golfer

I heard rich Americans bankrupting whole nations
I heard my own voice like a preacher's oration
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's hard luck American acid rain's a-gonna fall on you

And who did you meet, my brown-eyed one?
Who did you meet, my waffling one?
I met adults who don't talk about race and color
I met people who use wind to make cheaper power
I met men I couldn't bribe with any US money
I met Brits and French too who just think that I'm funny
I met cynics who just say I only waffle baloney

I met people who've run the world for over five centuries
I met no-one who takes me even slightly seriously
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's hard luck American acid rain's a-gonna fall on you

And what'll you do now, by brown-eyed one?
What'll you do now, my vacillating one?
I'm a-going over to that place called Copenhagen
Where Danes left to go and help found Merrie England
While my ancestors were waiting for some English inventions

Where waving and me smiling sells American papers
Like the Osmonds or even like Jimmy Carters
Where I can lecture Vikings about fuel and culture
The people who helped start the Industrial Revolution
While Americans were still massacring all the Indians
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
It's hard luck American acid rain's a-gonna fall on you

(Words by Barack 'Pastor' Obama; Music by The Bloodthirsty Vikings; worst pollution in the world by the USA; not going to the summit then going, but at the end of it like a drama queen, by The Silent President;

Gigantic House on the Prairie burning thousands of dollars' of electricity by Al Gore; realisation that Europeans don't believe all the bullshit coming from Barack Obama not mentioned by US television)

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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