All this hoopla about Ronnie's death has been making me feel kind of nostalgic for all that great anti-Reagan punk rock of the early 80s. Remember JFA? How about DK's "We've got a bigger problem now"?

Last call for alcohol.
Last call for your freedom of speech.
Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law.
Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.
It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,
and a jigger of formaldehyde
from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom.
Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.

I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with fascist cravings
Still, you made me president

Human rights will soon go 'way
I am now your Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're going to pray in school
I'll make sure they're Christian too

California Uber alles
Uber alles California

Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
****** knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face

You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay

California Uber alles
Uber alles California

Yeah, that's it. Just relax.
Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG.
Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV.
Lock your doors. Close your mind.
It's time for the two-minute warning.

Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the third world war?!?
You too will meet the secret police
They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece

You'll go quitely to boot camp
They'll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don't you worry, it's for a cause
Feeding global corporations' claws

Die on our brand new poison gas
El Salvador or Afghanistan
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan

California Uber alles
Uber alles California

...good visceral stuff.

I miss Jello He wrote & performed some great stuff!

JFA did some pretty *****en stuff too!

UNTITLED SONG FOR LATIN AMERICA

the western hemisphere
and all inside
we know who is murdering the innocent
they are children playing with guns
they are children playing with countries
mining harbors
creating contras
the games they play
the lives they will take
they bank their money in the country
they steal from the innocent
(a colonial trait
that is much too old)
the banks, the lives, the profits, the lies
the banks, the profits, the lives, the lies
i would call it genocide
any other word would be a lie

Bonzo Goes To Bitburg-The Ramones


You’ve got to pick up the pieces c’mon, sort your trash
You better pull yourself back together maybe you’ve got too much cash
Better call, call the law when you gonna turn yourself in? yeah
You’re a politician don’t become one of hitler’s children

Bonzo goes to bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea
As I watched it on tv somehow it really bothered me
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy
Pick up the pieces

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

Shouldn’t wish you happiness, wish her the very best fifty thousand dollar dress
Shaking hands with your highness see through you like cellophane
You watch the world complain, but you do it anyway who am i, am I to say

Bonzo goes to bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea
As I watched it on tv somehow it really bothered me
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy
Pick up the pieces

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

If there’s one thing that makes me sick it’s when someone tries to hide behind politics
I wish that time could go by fast somehow they manage to make it last

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

My brain is hanging upside down I need something to slow me down

summed up so much of pop culture back then (and now, and in the Clinton 90s, etc). My, we are a shallow lot.

Sing this one to the music of Dylan's "Subterrainean Homesick Blues":


Cheney's in his residence
Taking all his medicine
Bush and his henchmen
Tearing down our government
The economy caught
Down now, lay offs
Greenspan says a bit rough
No debt will be paid off...

Look out kid
It's nothin' you did
Court gave win
And they'll do it again
Bush has friends who steal votes every day
Payoffs for his rich friends
With Bush forget a spending cap
With the red pen
Wants billion dollar bills
But he can't fund them...

(harmonica)

Cheney comes heart broke
Ashcroft racist nut
Powell cleans the mess up
Rice is a bad joke
Ari keeps press away
Rove scripts what Bush will say
They're plans dust by early May
Funeralgate any day...

Look out kid
Don't matter what they did
Step on congress toes
Jefford now shows
Better stay away from those
That shill for the cocaine nose
See some more lows
Watch your stocks close
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

(harmonica)

We-e-e-l...Get sick, get well
In HMO hell
High bills, hard to tell
If patients rights'll sell
Sick child, get barred
Set back, system failed
Get nailed, They bailed
Watch hospitals flail...

Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
Bush users, cheaters
Big time losers
Pick apart the people
Make Bush the corporate tool
Supportin' their big fool
He's such a bad leader
Watch the ground'll greet us

Allies scorned, you warned
Missles, treaties, left to chance
New test, get blessed
Try to be a suck-cess
Missed once, missed twice, big ifs
Success, small lift
Twenty years of testing
And the interceptors makeshift...

Look out kid
Keep results all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't trust scoundrels
Watch rigged testing scandals
Rumsfeld just a big bum
Just wants bigger guns
They'll never work
The science to hard to handle

(harmonica, fade...)

The Clash--Ivan meets GI Joe

So you're on the floor, at 54
Think you can last - at the Palace
Does your body go to the to and fro?
But tonight's the night - or didn't you know
That Ivan meets G.I. Joe

He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear
The United Nations said it's all fair
He did the radiation - the chemical plague
But he could not win - with a cossack spin

The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strike
He tried every move - he tried to hitch hike
He drilled a hole - like a Russian star
He made every move in his repertoire

When Ivan meet G.I. Joe

Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow
He turned it on - cool and slow
He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon
A radar scan - a leviathan

He wiped the Earth - clean as a plate
What does it take to make a Ruskie break?
But the crowd are bored and off they go
Over the road to watch China blow!

When Ivan meets G.I. Joe