You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
MAGA Claws is coming to town
He’s making a list
And checking it twice
That knock on the door
Is probably ICE
MAGA Claws is coming to town
Your health care he’ll be slashing
Your pension he will take
Once the migrants have been shipped back home
On a lettuce farm you’ll rake
Achtung!
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
MAGA Claws is coming to town
Little tin horns are beating his drums
Calling his enemies losers and bums
MAGA Claws is coming to town
Curly-head dolls are all that he sees
Says he can grab ’em by their pee-pees
MAGA Claws is coming to town
He’s got the House and Senate
He’s got the Supremes too
Even if you voted for this clown
He will sic them all on you
Jawohl!
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
You better watch out
MAGA Claws is coming to town!
Mad Blog Media 
There’s no explanation, and no use looking for one, but I was listening to this song this morning …
https://music.apple.com/us/album/there-aint-no-sanity-clause/1621375607?i=1621376792
(weird rabbit hole of Frank Zappa to Captain Beefheart to Captain Sensible to the Damned …)
That’s just not right.
Thanks for reminding me about the Marx Brothers movies. We have them on DVD, and we might watch them again this week. The new pres will walk into the oval office and say, “Remind me why I came into this room.”
Man, I loved those Marx Brothers flicks. The Three Stooges (with Curly) were OK for goofiness and comic violence, but Groucho and the gang were the shit for pure anarchy and smart wordplay.
As I’ve mentioned before, my familiarity with their body of work proved useful in my professional life when I caught a Fanta Se school-board comic trying to run a Marx Brothers routine past one of The New Mexican‘s reporters, who was quizzing him about a search for a new superintendent.
“This is straight out of a Marx Brothers script,” I told the city desk when the story came to me on the copy desk.
“Bullshit,” replied the city editor.
“Look it up,” I said. This was pre-internet, but the public library was right next door.
Afterward the managing editor looked at me like I’d just stepped out of a time machine from 1932, wearing a shoe-polish mustache. Gave me a $50 bonus.
This one of my faves. Remind you of anyone? It’s a scene from “Cocoanuts”.
That may have been the first movie of theirs that I saw. The line, “Oh, how you can get stucco” has stuck with me, you should pardon the expression.
Not a bad re-write, if I don’t say so myself.
It’s a sickness. We often warbled another doctored Christmas carol at The Pueblo Chieftain:
We like it here
We like it here
You fuckin’ A
We like it here. (repeat ad infinitum)
We knew it was wrong, but we did it anyway. Happily, it was a union newspaper back then.
As we close the gate on 24 it’s great to have some humor spread around instead of that other …. Let’s not forget Chico’s line as he sits at the piano and is asked by someone “What is the first number please?” Chico looks over and says “Number One!”
Chico: Right now I’d do anything for money. I’d kill somebody for money. I’d kill *you* for money.
[Harpo looks dejected]
Chico: Ha ha ha. Ah, no. You’re my friend. I’d kill you for nothing.
[Harpo smiles]
One Groucho quote applies to me and my comments around the Mad Dog’s pickle barrel. “If I have told you this story before, please don’t stop me. I want to hear it again.”
In my book you just can’t go wrong with “Monkey Business.”