(to the tune of “Those Were The Days” – Mary Hopkin 1968)
The 11th day now of posting one of my Trump parody tunes every day (for 17 days) until the election.
Went back a ways for this tune.
This was also a tough one as I wrote it at the time of George Floyd’s murder and the protests that followed.
(originally posted in the Attic here June 6, 2020)
(for George)
These Are Trump Days
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 nec
Oh momma please I need ya momma please
La La La La La La La
Please just get off his neck
These mommas want to see their sons again
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