Golan Heights

© 1993. Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

We saw it on the television screen.
They gathered on the White House lawn so green.
Can you imagine that?
Ol’ Yasser Arafat
Was shaking hands with Peres and Rabin.

Well, you might as well have gone and dropped The Bomb.
And still I hope to face this with aplomb.
They might just get their wish
To have us move in with the fish—
Gee, I hope the Mediterranean Sea stays calm!

Chorus:
When New York gives Manhattan to the Indians,
And when Texas is returned to Mexico,
And when Pan-American Airlines re-zooms its daily flights,
It’s then we should give up the Golan Heights.

Let’s not stop there ...

And let’s set Northern Ireland free to do their will.
Let’s give land to those who want to maim and kill.
And before I get to see ya,
Let’s reunify Korea
And get the USA to foot the bill.

Now, I really want the whole world to be free,
But it seems we never learn from history.
So let’s give New England back
And fly the Union Jack
Over Boston and in Washington, DC.

(to the tune of “My Bonnie”:)
I don’t want to make waves on the ocean,
We’re trying to just stay afloat;
But someone should raise a commotion
When our leaders are rocking the boat.

I really don’t want you to get me wrong
Or misinterpret why I wrote this song.
Beam me up there, Mr. Spock—
They’re winding back the clock
To the Middle Ages, where they all belong.

(to the tune of “My Bonnie”:)
I’d like to send out a small message
And nail it to Assad’s front door:
“If you don’t want to lose territory,
“Then don’t go and start up a war.”

Oh, if we give up, give up
Give up the Golan to Syria,
Then we’ll know that
The whole world has gone to hysteria.

Chorus:
When New York gives Manhattan to the Indians,
And when Texas is returned to Mexico,
When I can stand on the Equator and see the Northern Lights,
It’s then we should give up the Golan Heights.

Oh, when Argentina gets the Falkland Isles,
When the CIA releases all its files,
When the Yankees redefine the Mason-Dixon Line,
I'll give the Golan up and feel just fine.

Chorus:
Oh, when New York gives Manhattan to the Indians—
(spoken) including Wall Street—
And when Texas is returned to Mexico—
(spoken) forget the Alamo!—
When women in the world are really given equal rights,
It’s then we should give up the Golan Heights—
When Hell freezes over!—
It’s then we should give up the Golan Heights.




[Home] [About Ray] [Voyager Lutherie] [Argaman Studios] [Argaman CDs] [The Archives] [Links] [Friends] [Send E-mail]