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Election Day Trump Parody Song Countdown: T-Minus 11: “Trumpty Dance”

by Stephen J Frankenberry6 Comments on Election Day Trump Parody Song Countdown: T-Minus 11: “Trumpty Dance”

Ok, 11 days now until the decision between Democracy and Fascism. And no, Trumpers, MAGA-ites, disciples, sycophants (entire Republican Congress especially Lindsey, Mike Johnson, Nutter Georgia Greene and Elise, her nutter northern sister from the same Great Leader Mister), easy expensive swag marks, minions, lemmings, rubes, this ain’t me being an alarmist. This is real. Trump wins and sham elections like those of his pal Vlad are next up in the queue followed by dinners with despots (well, there is a band name huh? Dinner with Despots) at the White House.

So next up for me? In my countdown?

To Men Without Hats “Safety Dance”

(originally posted May 25, 2024)

Trumpty Dance

We can Trump if we want to

All the way to NYC

In matching red tie

Blue jacket swarm

Our mini-trump uniforms

.

Yeah,

We can Trump if we want to

Right up to microphones

Say piece he can’t speak

Help him not look meek

Make him feel like he’s not alone

.

We can Trump

And sing

And dance

And prance

Well not that

No prance

But dance in trained circus trance

.

We can lie when we want to

We can follow an orange lead

We can claim the hit was on

By Biden and his throng

Mar-a-Lago was for the deed

.

We can rail about the border

Security being lax

Work out a deal

Bi-partisan zeal

Only for Trump to give the axe

 .

We can Trump, we can Trump

Everybody take a nap

We can Trump, we can Trump

Listen to these made up facts

We can Trump, we can Trump

Everybody get on page

We can Trump, we can Trump

Dictator’s are all the raaa-aaage

.

It’s a Trumpty dance

Well it’s a Trumpty dance

Yes it’s a Trumpty dance

.

We can Trump if we want to

With judges on the payroll

From the highest in the land

To sunshine orange stands

Delay delay until the polls

.

I say

We can Trump if we want to

Always the victim here

Crocodile tear schtick

While plotting vengeance flick

To be released in new year

.

We can Trump, we can Trump

Everything’ll be just fine

We can Trump, we can Trump

Everyone’s drinking the whine

We can Trump, we can Trump

Even Nicki’s fallen in line

We can Trump, we can Trump

Can have a new unified Re-iii-eeich

.

It’s a Trumpty dance

Well it’s a Trumpty dance

Yes it’s a Trumpty dance

It’s a Trumpty trance  

.

Well it’s a Trumpty dance

Yes it’s a Trumpty prance

It’s a Trumpty dance

.

It’s a Trumpty dance

It’s a Trumpty prance

It’s a Trumpty trance

It’s a Trumpty farce

Election Day Trump Parody Song Countdown: T-Minus 12: “Proud To Be A Charlatan”

by Stephen J Frankenberry6 Comments on Election Day Trump Parody Song Countdown: T-Minus 12: “Proud To Be A Charlatan”

So, four years ago in the last few weeks leading up to the election, that one of possibly the most dire consequence in this country’s history, Democracy and rule of law vs budding fascist and a new American autocracy, I posted one of my Trump parody tunes a day until the election, 17 days in all (no reason on the 17 by the way, I just happened to get started 17 days out after a good friend offered me the tune a day suggestion, plus that was Bob Walk’s #).

Though, he was out of office the thought that I might not have a lot of material to work with because of such did strike me in my joy of him losing the election decisively by about 7 million votes and 60 or so dismissed court challenges no matter what he or his minions hoping to keep favor may have claimed and continue to claim, or just keep deflecting, angrily, at the question. Oh, and a failed coup too.

No, sadly, there was still plenty to work with. And I continued accordingly.

Well, with this election “Trumping” the last (pun intended) in the way of dire consequence, continued Democracy and rule of law vs full blown, full throated, unapologetic fascism now and unhinged promises of retribution against any and all that may have had or do have the temerity to question or contradict a new dystopia’s great leader, I thought I would do so again.  

So, A little short of two weeks now until what is truly a referendum on Democracy vs Fascism and I will post a tune a day again (maybe more as this could be my last freedom of speech gasp) in hopes that that last exercise of mine four years ago could prove to be of luck again.

Well, no better place to start than Lee Greenwood then huh? The ironic “Proud To Be An American” anthem of Trump and his disciples as his intentions, and theirs by supporting him, are anything but American.

(originally posted May 4, 2024)

Proud To Be a Charlatan

If tomorrow all my con-niving

Suddenly came home to roost

And cast me in a lesser light

It wouldn’t matter to my crew

.

Because my MAGA stars

Are always living for my word

That they take as good as gospel

No care how crazy and absurd

.

And I’m proud to be a charlatan

And a grifter through and through

And I’d like for all my MAGA nuts 

To buy my bold gold shoes

And I’ll gladly stand there next to you

Wearing my own pair

Well not really cause their ugly as sin

But you’ll love them sure I swear  

.

From the lord there came to us

A great and sacred book

With words when read right side up    

Had a grand and holy hook

.

Well I have an opportunity

For you to own it for yourselves

But one better than god’s original

As it’s approved by me myself

.

And I’m proud to be a charlatan

And a grifter through and through

And I’d like to call upon the lord

To help me sell these books to you

And I’ll gladly add at no extra cost

Some stuff written by old dudes

Cause their ain’t no doubt that’ll help it sell

.

At just sixty dollars wow

.

And I’m proud to be a charlatan

A conman always and still  

And I depend on all my maga nuts

To help me pay my legal bills  

.

And I’ll gladly take your vote again

‘cept this time it will be new

As there ain’t no doubt I’ll make some change

And end democracy just for you

So Then Sunday: You Can Call Me King (song + editorial)

by Stephen J Frankenberry3 Comments on So Then Sunday: You Can Call Me King (song + editorial)

(revised some 10-08)

Six years ago I stopped writing “editorials”, long winded things imagining myself as some sort of opinion writer for important newspapers and instead went with song … parodies. Parodies that aren’t parodies really (I hate calling them that) but instead my former long winded editorials whittled down to just short winded words within the confines of a tune. Plus it made them a hell of lot more fun as I discovered what I have always known, that I like to “sing”, however poorly, saved only with some production magic

Today, though, I thought to combine them, a short opinion piece that people will skip over to get to the tune (which is cool, just listen to the tune at least, it’s really good) an opinion piece that obviously would be a bit more sedate for print in major newspapers I’ll never be published in but something that still makes an angry point and a return to the best “parody” I’ve done and my standard. It is also one of my most viewed posts so it seems whoever may stop by here in the Attic and I are on the same page

Though this one, the tune eventually here, is from four years ago it’s still pretty relevant

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So this is some pretty simple shit. I mean it ain’t gonna get no simpler, ok it could, my bad, it could be as simple as a 2 + 2 equation or it could be a question of whether you want to live or die or even a vanilla or chocolate vs shit sandwich but this is pretty simple. Do you want a democracy or a dictatorship, a theocracy, a new world order where all of your rights are gone? Where you are told how to live and believe? Where you are forced into a knee bend fealty. Pretty simple shit. “Oh you’re just being dramatic, you’re just being an alarmist, you’re even responsible for attempts on the Orange Devil’s life with such talk”.

No and fuck you JD. Bringing up the possible, no, probable end of democracy that would come at the hands the Orange Devil is NOT the talk that is getting him shot at.

That is a response to the intentional incendiary language of Trump and the lessening or dehumanizing everyone on the planet, especially immigrants, except white males.

There is no couching this in claimed hysterical woman-like madness as a JD surely would, have us return to a world where such a statement isn’t out of order, where women are second class citizens and just vessels for new babies for a new Reich. I mean you do understand that the Orange Devil and especially his running mate glory Viktor Orban, find him to be an inspiration right? That they invited him to speak at their yearly CPAC 4th Reich fest? “Illiberal democracy?” Sorry Viktor but you are not allowed to imply anything remotely democratic by simply making up a designation that has democracy in the title. I mean, and to repeat, THEY INVITED A DICTATOR TO SPEAK AT CPAC like this was some new Madison Square Garden get together back in ’32 and the orange devil even welcomed and hosted him at his compound in the Florida fatherland. Viktor fucking Orban!! I shouldn’t even have to make a point of this, THEY INVITED A DICTATOR TO SPEAK AT CPAC but that is the new GOP, unapologetically authoritarian and anti-democratic, un-American.

Now in a different age I might say that you are allowed to your opinion and that I respect it, especially if it is an informed one but now, today? Informed is conspiracy theories and lie filled and know that If you are to vote Orange know based on this “knowledge” that you are simply … just … wrong. If you base ANYTHING on a Trump “truth” you are wrong and know that you have simply succumbed to being hook line and sinkered by a conman and his too slick snake of a sidekick.

Oh, and I have some sneakers and Bibles and coins and watches and keychains and T-shirts and flags and maybe even garden gnomes backing up in a warehouse

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To Paul Simon’s “You Can Call Me Al”

(originally posted March 7, 2020)

You Can Call Me King

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