Man in Gulch

I feel I've been neglecting this blog, but inspiration strikes in haphazard fashion, and, at any rate, Objectivist Morrissey doesn't need my pity! I think this might be my second-best effort after the original Objectivist Morrissey parody. Anyway, without further ado, here's Man in Gulch:


Man in gulch
The dumb blind louts are left behind
No, I’m not like any other man
I’m superior ‘cause I’m not kind
Man in gulch
I can do whatever I can
And everything depends upon
My magic power plant.
And if the moochers whine
Then let the moochers whine.
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Not your slave...

Man in gulch
The weak people whine
Yes I may be hidden so well,
All the moochers can go to hell.
Man in gulch
The dumb blind louts are left behind
Yes I may be hidden so well,
All the moochers can go to hell.
And if the moochers whine
Then let the moochers whine.
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Not your slave...

So man in gulch, I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath
If they dare tax a bit of my bread
I'll fight to the last breath
For the moochers are out there somewhere,
So come into my gulch my little Dagny
But you lice can go to hell
Yes you lice can go to hell
And you'll probably never see me again
I hope you’ll never see me again.
I know you’ll never see me again.


For those of you not into Die Schmidts, this is a parody of Hand in Glove:





The inspiration for this one was a bit bizarre- the phrase "man in gulch" had been kicking around inside my skull for a while, but it took some time before I had a rhyme for the bizarre line "the sun shines out of our behinds", and when it did, I knew I had a winner. Cross posted at (where else?) my usual haunts.