His big number epitomizes the kind of spin-doctoring that has kept the social engineers and baby traffickers in high cotton. These are the lyrics that bring to mind how warm and feel-good this institution has been made to appear, when, underneath it all, there is arrogance and the slaughter of natural families and a failed social experiment.
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle them
Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it
and the reaction will be passionate
Give 'em the old hocus pocus
Bead and feather 'em
How can they see with sequins in their eyes?
What if your hinges all are rusting?
What if in fact... you're just disgusting?
Razzle dazzle them
And they'll never catch wise
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle them
Give them a show that's so splendiferous
Row after row will grow vociferous
Give them the old flim-flam-flummox
Fool and fracture them
How can they hear the truth above the roar?
(Roar, roar, roar!)
Throw 'em a fake and a finagle
They'll never know you're just a bagel
Razzle dazzle them, and they'll beg ya for more
Give 'em the old double-whammy
Daze and dizzy 'em
Back since the days of ol' Methusala
Everyone loves the big bamboozala
Give 'em the old three-ring-circus
Stun and stagger them
When you're in trouble go into your dance
Though you are stiffer than a girder
They'll let you get away with murder
Razzle dazzle them and ya got a romance
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Razzle dazzle them
Show 'em the first-rate sorceror you are
As long as you keep 'em way off balance
How can they spot you've got no talents
Razzle dazzle them
(Razzle dazzle them)
Razzle dazzle them
And they'll make you a star
I will also quote an old friend of mine, now deceased who said, while referring to the press releases by the Big Oil Companies a while back, "They're serving up horse shit but it's on a pretty plate." Young women of today are taken in by this kind of fancy side-stepping and honestly believe a lot of the agency's or social worker's patter. Where surrender of a child is concerned, there is a lot of pixie dust being sprinkled around so that the reality doesn't hit right away. Then, when the daze passes and they look on the table, they see the horse shit on the pretty plate and the plate's not so pretty any more.
The sequins were washed out of many of our eyes long ago, and we mothers of the EMS try to tell the truth, but the Razzle-Dazzlers are still doing their dance and it's hard to be heard above the roar.
