(to the tune of Paul Simon’s “The Boy In The Bubble”)
Day 5 of a Trump parody a day for 17 days until the election. Decided in my sanity saving fun that I came to like Paul Simon tunes after doing a version of “You Can Call Me Al” (another of my parody faves that will be included here before done). There’s a bounce to them and who doesn’t like a good bounce? A version of “Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard” will also be in the mix to come.
But anyway, here is a “Boy In The Bubble” take.
(originally posted in the Attic May 23, 2020)
It Was A Dead Day
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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