"My Scariest Dreams (To the tune of “My Favorite Things”)"
Lyrics by Martha Haehl, Kerry Stanley, KC Compton ©2007
When I started this parody, this was my scariest dream. Unfortunately, I get more scared by the day. - Martha
Maxed out my Visa in early September
Cracked a front tooth on some ice mid-November
Company layoffs picked my pockets clean.
This is the next of my scariest dreams.
Looking for work, my car spits and sputters.
Fell off the ladder while cleaning the gutters
No health insurance, the times they are lean.
This is the next of my scariest dreams.
Ride the bus now, pawn the ring
Find a home to share.
That’s when I realize this is not a dream
And I get real-ly scared.
Starting a war that brings mass destruction.
Those weapons not found must be under construction.
Three thousand dead soldiers from the U.S. alone.
This is the next of my scariest dreams.
Hundreds of Thousands not counted who died on their own soil,
All for the love, not of them, but for oil.
Few troops at home to help New Orleans.
This is the next of my scariest dreams.
Hard to fathom, what it means,
Whom the storms will spare.
Someone please tell me that this is a dream.
Because I am real-ly scared.
Free speech we call an American value
But Bush keeps dissenters a mile from his rally
The feds can arrest you if this song you sing.
This might be my scariest dream.
Due process not allowed a political detainee
Torture condoned by Bush and Dick Chaney
We go about our day and cannot hear the screams.
This might be my scariest dream.
Hard to fathom, what it means,
Whom the feds will spare.
Someone please tell me that this is a dream.
Because I am real-ly scared.
Glaciers are melting and polar bears drowning,
We may be next but out leaders are clowning.
Millions of people who live by the sea
Soon could be facing their own New Orleans.
The Great Kansas Desert is on the horizon,
The wheat crops are going the way of the bison.
Species may come and species may go
For humans we thought that could never be so.
Hard to fathom, what it means,
Or who really cares.
Someone please tell me that this is a dream.
Because I am real-ly scared.
Optional Verse:
The clock shakes and moans at the first hint of daylight.
Sheets hold me captive, knotted up a tight.
My legs try to stand but they can’t so it seems
This is one of my scariest dreams.
I finally cut free and I head down the hallway.
I cling to the wall as I ease towards the new day.
Pry my eyes open to catch the sun’s gleam.
This is the first of my scariest dreams.
Pour some coffee, add some cream and
Try to get prepared
That’s when I realize this is not a dream,
Then I get real-ly scared.