Alternative Lyrics of The Month / August
I thought I might wait and post this one closer to the election. But the Grump's latest efforts to turn the country into a fascist police state, just seem to make this song the only appropriate one, for now.
Tune: Black Velvet Band (Traditional Irish)
Parody Lyrics: Patricia A. Leslie
His eyes, did squint like a lizard’s
He’d love to be king of the land
Yellow hair flopped over his forehead
It went well with his Nazi armband.
In the tacky great town, New York City
An apprentice to Trump I was bound
And it’s many an hour of re-ality
My contract required, I found
Till a sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to leave TV land
‘You’re fired’ had shouted The Donald,
And flicked dust off his Nazi armband.
Then I turned on my TV one evening
Not meaning to watch very long
And who should I see run for president
But this same multi-millionaire schlong.
He was neither fair nor handsome
His face was some colour unplanned
And his hands were unusually tiny
Adjusting his Nazi armband.
Yett somehow against all of my reason
I found myself warming to Trump
It seemed I’d somehow been hypnotised
By a human ho-orse’s rump.
A gold watch he took from his pocket
And dangled it for the mob’s stare
And as it swung back and forth, back and forth,
I even admired his hair.
Now despite some lingering questions
(With his logic I could not agree)
I admired this ficklesome demagogue
He was selling it all with such glee.
The media dubbed him a maverick
They all played right into his hand
For even the most damning criti-cism
Just shined up his Nazi armband.
Yes I found myself nodding and cheering
Approving my leader’s bombast.
I wanted a share of his empowerment,
Not to still be a loser, at last.
Too late I re-alised that fences
Can be built as a detention camp
I’d betrayed my friends and my neighbours
To follow the Nazi armband.
So come all you jolly millennials
A warning take by me,
Don’t lapse into-o compla-acence
Or a false sense of se-curity
For the haters will swill up the bullshit
Far more than the decent can stand
And the very next thing that you’ll know is
You’re trapped in a fascist homeland.
Lyrics copyright Patricia A. Leslie