KETCHUP ON THE WALL A Parody Greg Trafidlo & Don Caron ft Cassidy Hutchinson

[@JivebunnyFerris]

Another excellent one!

[@lindaj5492]

Wow! Another video! You guys are working flat out!

[@AnonymousMusing]

Thank you. I needed more today. ❤

[@marshahowes8756]

Bravo Don👏👏👏

[@noeldsouza412]

Another great one ... keep them coming 💟💟💟 Peace and love from India ☮️✌️💙

[@markhuston9250]

Hilarious! 👍🏼🇨🇦

[@dmitrigheorgheni]

Great ensemble performance, there!

[@cherylalt101]

A couple hours ago, your video A Whiter Shade of Fail brought me to tears it was so well done, and Ketchup on the Wall has me laughing out loud. I'm not in the country right now, but I'm scared shitless about the situation Americans find themselves in once again. Somehow y'all have helped keep us sane reliving the absurdity of our politics these days through music. Thanks so much for all your hard work and amazing creativity!

[@LadyeWitch]

Thank you Don.

[@StarChasersHere]

Let's hope he get's the Warden Burger and ketchup in jail.

[@CharlesSmith-io9fp]

He's just gonna love mystery meat Thursdays.

[@SquirrelyGirl17]

When is sentencing?? 😂😂😂😂 oh wait never mind 😆

[@chuckheppner4384]

The Statler Brothers are busting a gut! 🍔🍟 [Verse 1] I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness But all the thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess If I were walking in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none While you and your friends are worrying 'bout me I'm having lots of fun [Chorus] Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all Playing solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty one Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo Now don't tell me I've nothing to do [Verse 2] Last night I dressed in tails pretending I was on the town As long as I can dream, it's hard to slow this swinger down So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doing fine You can always find me here and having quite a time [Chorus] Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all Playing solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty one Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo Now don't tell me I've nothing to do [Verse 3] It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright Anyway, my eyes are not accustomed to this light And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete So I must go back to my room and make my day complete [Chorus] Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all Playing solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of fifty one Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo Now don't tell me I've nothing to do [Outro] Don't tell me I've nothing to do Don't tell me I've nothing to do

[@cherylalt101]

I was 10 when this song came out and the idea of a grownup smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo struck such a strong visual chord in my young mind, I've found myself singing this now and then through my whole life lol. Thanks for the reminder of the whole song cause only the chorus was in my memory.

[@chuckheppner4384]

Right on@@cherylalt101 "The past which is not recoverable in any other way is embedded, as if in amber, in the music, and people can regain a sense of identity." Oliver Sacks "Music is, to me, proof of the existence of God. It is so extraordinarily full of magic, and in tough times of my life I can listen to music and it makes such a difference” Kurt Vonnegut

[@bonniebrush94]

Thanks for taking the time to share this classic! Don and crew did a great parody of it, yet even the original fits with the way I feel today.

[@chuckheppner4384]

@@bonniebrush94 You're welcome Bonnie. I can certainly relate. Don and the Crew help me preserve whatever sanity remains. "One cannot be deeply responsive to the world without being saddened very often. To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness. Happiness does not exclude sadness - if a person responds to life, he's sometimes happy and sometimes sad. What matters is he responds. The task we must set for ourselves is not to feel secure, but to be able to tolerate insecurity. The quest for certainty blocks the search for meaning. Uncertainty is the very condition to impel man to unfold his powers. Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties. Alienation as we find it in modern society is almost total… Man has created a world of man-made things as it never existed before. He has constructed a complicated social machine to administer the technical machine he built. The more powerful and gigantic the forces are which he unleashes, the more powerless he feels himself as a human being. He is owned by his creations, and has lost ownership of himself. Modern man is alienated from himself, from his fellow men, and from nature. He has been transformed into a commodity, experiences his life forces as an investment which must bring him the maximum profit obtainable under existing market conditions. A society whose principles are acquisition, profit, and property produces a social character oriented around having, and once the dominant pattern is established, nobody wants to be an outsider, or indeed an outcast; in order to avoid this risk everybody adapts to the majority, who have in common only their mutual antagonism. The fact that millions of people share the same vices does not make these vices virtues, the fact that they share so many errors does not make the errors to be truths, and the fact that millions of people share the same form of mental pathology does not make these people sane. Exploitation and manipulation produce boredom and triviality; they cripple man, and all factors that make man into a psychic cripple turn him also into a sadist or a destroyer. Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction. Hate is a product of the unfulfilled life. The lust for power is not rooted in strength but in weakness. The real opposition is that between the ego-bound man, whose existence is structured by the principle of having, and the free man, who has overcome his egocentricity. Many psychiatrists and psychologists refuse to entertain the idea that society as a whole may be lacking in sanity. They hold that the problem of mental health in a society is only that of the number of 'unadjusted' individuals, and not of a possible un-adjustment of the culture itself. The deepest need of the human being is to overcome our separateness, to leave the prison of our loneliness. The person who gives up his individual self and becomes an automaton, identical with millions of other automatons around him, need not feel alone and anxious any more. But the price he pays, however, is high; it is the loss of his self. As long as anyone believes that his ideal and purpose is outside him, that it is above the clouds, in the past or in the future, he will go outside himself and seek fulfillment where it cannot be found. He will look for solutions and answers at every point except where they can be found- in himself. People do not see that the main question is not : "Am I loved?" which is to a large extent the question : "Am I approved of? Am I protected? Am I admired?" The main question is: "Can I love? Love of others and love of ourselves are not alternatives. On the contrary, an attitude of love towards themselves will be found in all those who are capable of loving others. The affirmation of one's own life, happiness, growth and freedom, is rooted in one's capacity to love. Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love. Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either. If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism. Care and responsibility are constituent elements of love, but without respect for and knowledge of the beloved person, love deteriorates into domination and possessiveness. Well-being is possible to the degree to which one has overcome one's narcissism; to the degree to which one is open, responsive, sensitive, awake, empty.... Well-being means, finally, to drop one's Ego, to give up greed, to cease chasing after preservation and the aggrandizement of the Ego, to be and to experience one's self in the act of being, not in having, preserving, coveting, using. The main condition for the achievement of love is the overcoming of one's narcissism. The narcissistic orientation is one in which one experiences as real only that which exists within oneself, while the phenomena in the outside world have no reality in themselves, but are experienced only from the viewpoint of their being useful or dangerous to one. The opposite pole to narcissism is objectivity; it is the faculty to see other people and things as they are, objectively, and to be able to separate this objective picture from a picture which is formed by one's desires and fears. Love is the child of freedom, never that of domination. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love. To have faith requires courage, the ability to take a risk, the readiness even to accept pain and disappointment. Whoever insists on safety and security as primary conditions of life cannot have faith; whoever shuts himself off in a system of defense, where distance and possession are his means of security, makes himself a prisoner. To be loved, and to love, need courage, the courage to judge certain values as of ultimate concern - and to take the jump and to stake everything on these values. If we love our fellow humans, we cannot limit our insight and our love only to others as individuals...We have to be political people, I would even say passionately involved political people, each of us in the way that best suits our own temperaments, our working lives, and our own capabilities." Erich Fromm "Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one." Bill Hicks

[@abbynormal0619]

😆That is priceless!

[@GerhardSteinmayer]

Scared ketchup...

[@Salieri47]

That was my first thought.

[@glenagarrett4704]

Amazing work on the parallel lyrics and terrific vocals by Don, as always. That testimony by Cassidy Hutchinson should have told all Americans that Trump is not fit for any office or position of power anywhere - a spoiled, petty, petulent man.

[@alanr4447a]

January 1966? The Monlees' 1967 "Randy Scouse Git" sounds like it was largely inspired by the original of this.

[@mike05432]

AWESOME as always!❤

[@carolakelleski7905]

So needed for some sanity thank you for sharing your awesome talent😂

[@Salieri47]

I'm sorry, Don & Parody Project crew, I'm too dumbfounded to have a sense of humor right now.

[@cherylalt101]

@@Salieri47 I know, right? My heart is broken and I’m very afraid of how much damage he will do. I’m American living in Vienna, Austria right now. If trump doesn’t back Ukraine or stay in NATO, we could end up very close to war anywhere in Europe, but also scared to return to US with immigrant husband and nothing but social security. Insane that convicted felon will be in charge to grift and steal from America at will. Sorry to cry on your shoulder, but I’m also dumbfounded…

[@erikfreeman2472]

🙂

[@denisetesta5609]

Says it all.

[@frankwhitson2191]

Cassady is an American hero by spilling the tea about Trump not being able to control his anger!!! Trump caused all his problems but claims everyone else caused them, and we'll be extremely lucky if we clean up the mess he created in 20 years !!!

[@jacksonbangs6603]

The white house staff better be ready because Mr food fight is about to talke the oath of office once again.

[@ichselbst880]

Now he has time and te and time to waste ketchup in gallons. Thanks America for your gift to the world 😞. That you effd yourself... OK. But why the rest of the world too ?

[@sheilamargaretwardstoriesa494]

I can't help thinking of 'Send in the Clowns' in relation to Trump's cabinet.

[@sandrafisher9252]

Thank you! I have thought Counting Flowers on the wall would be a wonder parody of trump...