Just wanted to re-post this “EP” of sorts, tunes and lyrics.
Me and Covid Down By The Schoolyard
(to the tune of “Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard”)
Check Check
Hello?
Is this thing on?
Can ya hear me in the back?
Trumpy the Tinpot rolled in his head
Reasons for his orange misfortune
He was convinced it was a plot at sabotage
And he silenced all investigation
It’s just not fair
My me up in the air
I whine it’s just not fair
Of what else do I care
Trumpy looked round scored blame to be found
Shafting all engaged organizations
Telling smart to take a hike, stupid’s got this round
You can trust of our best intentions
Well we’re on our way
To worst response we just say ‘fake’
We’re on our way
Taking blind time
Hoping it goes away
Goodbye science, we’re King of Corona
Seein’ Me and Covid
Down by the schoolyard
Seein’ Me and Covid
Down by the schoolyard
(Break …)
Wahhh-Ooooh
If we send ‘em back to school
Everything would sure be cool
Pretty up re-election chances
Kennedy a mental not (knot)
Played tough and took a shot
At teachers he can kiss the ass of
Well we’re on our way
To worst response we just say ‘fake’
We’re on our way
Taking blind time
Hoping it goes away
Goodbye science, we’re King of Corona
Me and Covid
Down by the schoolyard
Seein’ Me and Covid
Down by the schoolyard
Seein Me and Covid
Down in the graveyard
Hey?
Did you hear me in the back alright?
Hello?
You suck
Thank you
You’re welcome
Check Check
Hello?…..
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(to the tune of “You Can Call Me Al”)
A man lies as he breathes
He says why would you trust another now
Who can you possibly trust
Now I’ve shown you what my facts is
A fascist truth sledgehammer
Nuthin’ else believe-able matters
Other than this con in this con man’s swamptown
(and a-oooh ah-oooh)
Lap dogs in orange swamplight
Here’s a lie-ball GOP go fetch excuses
Newsman, newsman
Get these facts away from me, ya know,
No one finds real truth interesting anymore
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I can be your despot chum
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me Czar
This man original Trumper says
There can never be a never me
If there’s a never me they’ll never be
Happy in a sea of me
Where will the answers come from
If I don’t truly be-lieve
Who will I turn to when
The truth slaps me
Awake and awake
To the harsh realities
Of Moscow Mitch’s word marble hypocriteness
Hammers and sickles
Getting stocked up in the open
Along with some of the finest cossack hats
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me King
You can call me King
A man late night he’s tweeting
How he’s a victim in this world
Maybe it’s a big blue meanie world
Where they’re just out to get him
And they don’t see his genius
Or see how great he his
The greatest all narcissists
Surrounding himself with nothing more than
Clowns clowns
Who dance for him like marionettes
In a tiny orange circus
He checks the mirror again
Sees Messiah staring back at him
At least that’s what the hacks say
And he so believes them
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I can be your despot chum
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me Don
Na-na-na-na-na
Just call me king-na-na
You can kiss my ring na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Loyalties the thing na-na
Better never sing na-na
I’ll take your everything na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Better give up mind now
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
You’ll be just fine now
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Just a matter of time now
Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Democracy dies now
If you’ll loyalty me blind
I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me King
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Karen’s Been Triggered (lyrics by Rick Cross)
(to the tune of “Eleanor Rigby” and obviously that graves number was a then when this was first done. The sadness has risen)
Ahhh, look at all the hateful people
Ahhh, look at these ungrateful people
Karen’s been triggered
Pickets outside of a church where a gay wedding’s been
This love is a sin
Waits at her stylist in an angry red face mask that matches her MAGA hat’s tinge
Where to begin?
All the frightened people
Why do they hide their eyes?
All the angry people
While our republic dies
President Donnie
Face slack and ugly and troll-like and ready to sneer
Mindless drones cheer
Look at him preening
Feckless old monster, his mantra is greed, hate and fear
Let’s end his career
All the selfish people
Who teaches them this stuff?
All the stubborn people
How many dead’s enough?
Ahhh, look at all the hateful people
Ahhh, look at these ungrateful people
Karen’s still triggered
Gasping for air on machines in a hospital hall
Why won’t her god call?
President Donnie
Shrugs and ignores digging up 80,000 new graves
It’s money he craves
All the coughing people (Ah, look at all the hateful people)
Was Easter service nice?
All the toxic people (Ah, look at these ungrateful people)
Who’ll make no sacrifice…
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(to the tune of “The Boy In The Bubble”)
It was a dead day
A day to start dying
Cavalier severe consequence
Another bold lie
Masquerading as bravado
Self preservation festering
As it always does
These were the days of self-interest and some bluster
It was the usual roll … call
Of made up facts and imaginary figures
All in a spotlight’s glow
A new ways for a sudden realization
Of a daily narcissistic’s call
These are the days of stupidity and blunder
And Baby I’ll lie, I’ll lie
… I’ll lie
It was a cruel truth
As it swept across a nation
That we weren’t prepared
As we wished we could
Have been more in line
With science not a State News
As the blame game took root
Following us around … us around
These are the days of stupidity and blunder
A Lysol dream much better than vaccine
The way the presser was a mini rally e-vent
Until embarrassment called
The way the pundits try to search a new distraction
A shiny catch of wandering eye
These are the days of stupidity and blunder
And baby I’ll lie, I’ll lie
… I’ll lie
It’s extreme now a violence
A base that’s so inclined to such
Encouraged to stray from the middle of the road
Down an angry dark path of ignorance and bullets
Dead innocents in Michigan for what a maskless sake?
These are the days of cowards passing muster
Try and make a momma so proud
A certain sense of purpose of the stupid
Empowered by the man upstairs
These are the days of stupidity and bluster
Momma’s proud somewhere
So proud a follower of the Trump Dumb Down
In his wake blindly with no care oh yeah
The way you find yourself and your own violence
But then you just have to cry
At the thought that drove you in the first place
Here
Oh my
Oh my …
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(to the tune of “Those Were The Days” … for George)
Once upon a time there was a nation
A proud one come about but fraught with pain
Of dealing with an oh so shameful histr’y
A one that doesn’t seem to want to change
These are Trump days my friend
We pray there’ll be an end
As we dance now beneath jackbooted feet
We try to have our say
But are tear gassed away
These are Trump days yes sadly they’re trump days
La La La La La La La
Won’t you get off my neck
Oh momma please I need ya momma please
And now the matter’s gotten so much bleaker
Not better as you’d hope histr’y would learn
And presidents who should be our uniters
Instead opt to take messianic turns
These are Trump days my friend
Please God help make them end
I cannot breathe my eyes they want to bleed
We tried to have our say
For light to lead the way
But it’s Trump days, we’re lost amid Trump days
La La La La La La La
Won’t you get off my neck
Oh momma please I need ya momma please
He stood in the Rose garden claimed alliance
With pro-testers on a peaceful go
But then he strapped on his small orange jackboots
went for a walk to turn this into show
These are Trump days my friend
Please God ya have to send
An angel’s mercy on our hapless lot
Who just want things to change but cannot in this age
These are Trump days, he won’t allow the ways
La La La La La La La
Won’t you get off my neck
Oh momma please I need ya momma please
La La La La La La La
Please just get off his neck
His momma wants to see her son again
There comes a day where me must be deciders
Of fate that’s dark continued going back
Or a one that tries to move us forward
Something that is more than just attack
These … are … Trump … days my friend
Heavens please help us mend
Help us push back on tyrants on the roam
To help us save the weak
Knees under cannot speak
These are Trump days, the devil’s in Trump days
La La La La La La La
Won’t you get off my neck
Oh momma please I need ya momma please
La La La La La La La
Please just get off his neck
These Momma’s want to see their sons again
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(to the tune of “Kodachrome”)
When I think back on the elections when I was younger
They were fair or at least as fair could be
But Trump days came and changed things
And not changed for the better now
Justifying straight cheating as a means
Voting righ-igh-ights
We’ve got a way to exercise ‘em
Gives us a fighting chance
Makes you think and hope along for a brighter day, oh yeh
I got this right that’s still mine
Hasn’t yet been ta-ken away
But we gotta be protective when comes the day
But the games are afoot and have been for a while now
Whining fraud means they’ve already begun
We’ve heard the threats of magic powers, military presence
suppression it will come in a host of forms
Voting righ-igh-ights
We’ve got a way to exercise ‘em
Gives us a fighting chance
Makes you think and hope along for a brighter day, oh yeh
I got this right that’s still mine
Hasn’t yet been ta-ken away
But we gotta be protected when comes the day
Trump he wants to scare this voting right away
Given chance he’ll do anything for a trump day-ay
Donnie’s gonna su-press this voting right away
But Donnie can’t stop these voting rights
Though try he will with all his might
Mail yours in to push the right aw-ay-ay-ay
He’ll try and frighten you sit tight
To stay at home for fear of fight
But Donnie can’t take these voting rights away
To the Right cheating’s a normal day
It’s how they’ve always made their hay
It seems they don’t know any other way-ay-ay
But Donnie can’t shake our voting rights
He’ll whine and cry all day and night
But Trump can’t take your voting right away-ay-ay
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Gettin’ Late For Democracy
(to the tune of “Late In The Evening”)
The thing we got’s remember
As we lie scared in our beds
Is that there are things that we just have to do
Lethal orange self interest
That is ruling a corrupted roost
That doesn’t really care for a me or you-ou
It’s getting’ late for Democracy
Unless we find a way stay true-ue
We find ourselves at a crossroads now
Where truth is only framed a load
Of some angry liberal lying shit
We have incompetent’s at every spot
Who are really nothing more than sharks
Throwing chum for self as they try to clear the pool
It’s gettin’ late for democracy
Unless we really hit the mark
It is now we have to hit this mark
To walk in a less contentious park
But one where we are still allowed to breathe
It highlights a propagandist blight
An affront to everything that’s right
While pointing out the obvious of lies
It’s gettin’ late for democracy
Unless we can get this right
(break)
Need to fight William Low Barr
Who’s so corrupted rule of law
And thinks Prez is that one and only rule
He seems to feel there is no law
That Prez isn’t always above
To the detriment of a me and you
It’s getting’ late for Democracy
And that is ALLLL a me and you
(break)
Wanna set the record straight
Dismiss the talk of great
That isn’t what this is all about
Cause it’s obvious that ain’t the case now
Cries of fake a wheelhouse take
Of news that doesn’t rate
It doesn’t fit the narrative of state
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