Not ‘Leaving on a jet plane’

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Here’s a new playlist for the H-1B hit

There’s no California Dreamin’ if you ain’t got no Fistful of Dollars. Sorry, I can’t finance those whose US employers can’t/ won’t cough up the scalping new H-1B visa fee. Reworded songs ‘are all I have to take your heart(break) away’.

Here’s a leaner Don McLean:

‘Bye, bye I’ll miss American pie,

No Chevy to the levee

For my hopes too are dry.

No good ole boys drinking whiskey ’n rye,

Just singin’ this’ll be the day a future died…

Did he write the book of shove?

Does he think he’s God above

If MAGA tells him so?’

Charles offers no Ray of hope. So, instead of ‘Georgia on my mind’, it’ll have to be:

‘Georgia, Georgia Tech,

The whole day through.

Now it’s a bitter song

Georgia Tech off my mind.’

No Megan Moroney’s ‘ Georgia Girl’ either, thanks to that other Moroney.

There’s a Billy number for every mood; this one’s for the H-1B numbed. Big Apple having become Bigoted Apple, those unpacking suitcases and hopes could sing:

‘It comes down to reality,

I’ve had to let it slide.

Manhattan and Hudson Riverside,

I’ve had to leave them all behind.

Can no longer be in a Nu Yorrk state of mind.’

Frank-ly, Sinatra is better. Unlike the theme-song of Scorsese-directed ‘New York, New York’, these young men and women will have to reconcile themselves to their ‘small town blues’ no longer ‘melting away’. They’re not ‘gonna make a brand new start of it/ In old New York!’

Those no longer headed to Silicon Valley can actually retain same-to-same Mamas and Papas’ hit, ‘California Dreamin’:

‘All the leaves are brown

And the skies are grey

On a winter’s day.

I’d be safe and warm

If I was in L.A, in L.A.’

However, since it’s orange-haired Papa, here’s my cover of Matron ‘Mama’ Morton’s offer-you-cannot-refuse to Roxie Hart in ‘Chicago’ :

‘Got a little motto,

Always sees me through,

When you’re good to MAGA,

MAGA’s good for you!’

The star-struck-now-Trumpstuck have realised our own classic: