Kwanzaa Christmas Tango

 

If you’re rich, then everything’s easy

You just take a jaunt to Belize

And sit on the beach and dare eat that peach

And you hardly ever feel queasy.

 

If you’re poor, you ain’t in no trouble

If there is a stock market bubble

You fell quite rested with nothin’ invested

And when it breaks you get nothin’ in double.

 

But what can you do if you is a Christmas tree Jew

And it’s the third night of Kwanzaa

And you’re black and Catholic and Argentinean too?

You just sing like Mario Lanza

 

“O Solo mio

I love Dolores Del Rio

But my sheikhy dashiki’s on fire

And Bacall was so hot

In “To Have and Have Not”

And if you say not you’re a liar.”

 

And you is alone as you is writin’ this poem

Alas for the Jeunesse Doree

You is alone.  Alone in your home

And there’s only one thing you can say:

 

“O Solo mio

I love Dolores Del Rio

But my sheikhy dashiki’s on fire

And Bacall was so hot

In “To Have and Have Not”

And if you say not you’re a liar.”