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The Donald’s Vote (#365)
(retread of Gregg Allman’s Whipping Post, 1969)
07/04/16 - FtLd
I been run down
I been lied to
I don’t know why I let
Donald make me out
To be such a fool
He took all the money
And all the union cards
Now he’s out with some
Good-old time buddies
Building casinos that
Won’t get too far
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied to the Donald’s vote
Tied to the Donald’s vote
Tied to the Donald’s vote
Oh lord I feel like I’m dying
At the convention
What could I do
I did what they told me
But I knew that it would end in no good
Cast every ballot
Played every hand
It was like trying to stop
A transgender Sarah Palin
Sometimes I feel....
Oh can you tell me
How much I prayed
You know Jeb Bush coulda won it
If only he’d come out as gay
And then there’s Ruiz
Oh what a fool
It’s obvious he and Ted Cruz
Coulda made a real nice couple too, oh
Sometimes I feel....
And the electoral college
It’s a delegates last hope
I think that I’d rather vote communist
Than elect this goddam dope
For how could we trust him
With all that’s he’s got
You know he’ll just blow us all up
And then sail away on his yacht
verse:
Am - Amf2 - D
chorus:
D7 - 37.46.57
Am - C - D
Am - D - C
Am - C - D
C - Amf2
end:
Amf2 - 37.46.57
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The Donald’s Farm
By Robert Ben Mitchell
(retread of Robert Zimmerman’s Maggie’s Farm, 1965)
07/10/16 - FtLd, FL
I ain’t gonna work on The Donald’s Farm no more
I ain’t gonna work on The Donald’s Farm no more
Donald kicks my ass
You know he kicks it night and day
He kicks it every time I’m here
And he kicks it when I’m far away
But he does it in such a loving way
No, I ain’t gonna work on Donald’s Farm no more
I ain’t gonna work for the church no more
I ain’t gonna work for the church no more
I’m tired of them telling me things
That I should and shouldn’t do
When you know they’re doing things
That are no good for me and you
Just ask the children if you need a clue
No I ain’t gonna work for the church no more
I ain’t gonna work for the republicans no more
I ain’t gonna work for the republicans no more
I’m tired of hating people
Just because they ain’t like me
You know if guys could get pregnant
You get an abortion at Micky D’s
And if you’re gay, that’s okay by me
No I ain’t gonna work for the republicans no more
I ain’t gonna work for the drug companies no more
I ain’t gonna work for the drug companies no more
I’m tired of all their drugs
All the drugs they’re selling me
When all I really want to do
Is smoke some good old THC
And you know god gave us that for free, free, free
No I ain’t gonna work
For the drug companies no more
- break -
I ain’t gonna work for the war department no more
I ain’t gonna work for the war department no more
I’m tired of killing people
Killing everyone I see
Killing for a bunch of people
Who don’t give two shits about me
Like exxon-mobil, chevron and bp
No I ain’t gonna work
For the war department no more
I ain’t gonna work on Donald’s Farm no more
I ain’t gonna work on Donald’s Farm no more
Donald kicks my ass
You know he kicks it every night and day
He kicks it every time I’m here
And he kicks it when I’m far away
But he does it in such a loving way
No I ain’t gonna work on the Donald’s Farm no more
I ain’t gonna work on the Donald’s Farm no more
E - A - E
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Donald Trump Club (#366)
(retread of Jimmy Dodd’s Mickey Mouse Club March Song, 1955)
07/04/16 - FtLd
Who’s the leader who held up
And stole the GOP
D-O-N-A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Hey there, Hi there, Ho there
He’ll leave us in poverty
D-O-N-A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
What a louse - Donald Trump
What a louse - Donald Trump
Forever we will
Have to wonder
Why, why, why, why?
So come along
And bring your gun
And all your bigotry
D-O-N-A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Donald Trump Club
Donald Trump Club
We’ll have fun
We’ll meet new faces
Shoot them all
With drones and lasers
All around the
World we’re marching
Parasitic capitalists fighting
(drum taps)
So who’s the leader who held up
And stole the GOP
D-O-N-A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Hey there, Hi there, Ho there
He’ll leave us in poverty
D-O-N-A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
What a louse - Donald Trump
What a louse - Donald Trump
Forever we will
Have to wonder
Why, why, why, why?
So come along
And bring your gun
And all your bigotry
D-O-N-A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Now it’s time
To say goodbye
To all of our money
D-O-N
en case you were wondering
A-L-D
deese is de end
T-R-U-M-
I'd rather take a
-P
verse:
G - A7 - D7
G - A7 - D7 - G
chorus:
C - G - A7 - D7
bridge:
G - C - D
end:
G - A7 - D7
G - C - A7 - D7 - Glong
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Springtime For Donald (#367)
(retread of Mel Brooks’ Springtime For Hitler, 1968)
07/04/16 - FtLd
America was having trouble
What a sad, sad story
Needed a new leader
For it’s gonna be great again glory
Oh where oh where was he
Where could that man be
We looked around
And then we found
The one for you and me
And now its...
Springtime for Donald when
We’re in an emergency
Our Presidency
Is up for sale again
When he’s elected
Mexico will build the wall
And as far as Muslims go
Well they’ll just have to go (ahhh)
Springtime for Donald when
We’re in an emergency
Trumpisms are the
New racist rant
Springtime for Donald when
We’re in an emergency
Come on everyone
Let’s shit in our pants
(break)
Donald will rid us
Of useless institutions
Like the Bill of Rights
And the Constitution
(break)
Don’t be stupid, be a smarty
Come join Donald’s fascist party
Springtime for Donald when
We’re in an emergency
Missteps are the new steps today
With him in charge we’ll
Never know what our future holds
Except Ruth Bader Ginsburg
Ends up in Guantanamo (bye-bye)
Springtime for Donald when
We’re in an emergency
T-bills are falling once more
Springtime for Donald when
When we’re in an emergency....
So soon we will be going
Yes, we’ve got to be going
Cause with The Donald
It’ll all end in war
intro:
Glong - 45.54.65
E7 - A7
E7 - A7
45.54.65 - D
verse:
G - D7 - G (2x)
Am - G
Am - D - (G)
end:
37.46.57
Am - D (3x)
G - D - G
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Please, Please, Please (#359)
06/12/16 - FtLd
Today your president can be
A woman or a man
Unless of course they should decide
That they really are a trans
But don’t you worry bout so much
What is between their legs
Instead I think you’d better think
Bout what’s inside their heads
So vote for anyone you want
It’s all the same to me
But please, please, please
Don’t vote for Mr. T.
(i pity the fool)
He wrote the ART of the deal
But can’t even paint a room
How owns lots of casinos
That all go bankrupt pretty soon
And tell me if you dare
What the hell is laying on his head
I sure hope that it ain’t alive
Cause it looks pretty dead.... ewww!
So vote for anyone you want....
(break)
Now there’s STP and TLC
And KFC and more
There’s IOU that I don’t like
But REM who I adore
Yet of all the 3 letter words
That you could ever say to me
The only ones I never want to hear
Are P D T
(ladies and gentlemen, President...Donald...Trump...NOOO!)
So vote for anyone you want....
Aw if you wanna build a wall
Let’s stop the rising seas
And if you wanna kick out something
Then how bout bigotry
And if you wanna have a race
Then let’s erase racism
And if you just don’t fell the burn
You can always vote WOMAN.... yeah!
So vote for anyone you want
It’s all the same to me
But please, please, please
Don’t vote for Mr. T.
No please, please, please
Don’t vote for Mr. T.
I pity the fool
Who votes for Mr. T.
verse:
C - G - G - C - F - C - G - G
chorus:
F - C - G - G - C
end:
C-G-C
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A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Voting Booth (#364)
(retread of the 1958 Playmates' song Beep Beep)
07/03/16 - FtLD
Beep beep
Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
While riding to the polls one day
What to my surprise
Little Donald Trump was following me
With hands like a little child’s size
The guy musta thought his ticket had more votes
As he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him a real candidate
Is not someone to scorn
Beep beep
Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
I pushed my foot down to the floor
To give the guy the shake
But Little Donald Trump stayed right behind
Shouting obscene bigotries
The guy musta thought his ticket had more votes
As he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him a real candidate
Is not someone to scorn
Beep beep
Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
My car went into delegate gear
For the White House or bust
Soon we were going ninety
Musta left him in the dust
When I peeked in the mirror of my car
I couldn't believe my eyes
Little Donald Trump was right behind
Screaming all kind of lies
Beep beep
Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
Now we were doing a hundred and ten
This certainly was a race
For Donald to beat Hillary
Would be a big disgrace
The guy musta thought his ticket had more votes
As he kept on tooting his horn
I'll show him a real candidate
Is not someone to scorn
Beep beep
Beep beep
His horn went beep beep beep
Now we're going a hundred twenty
As fast as I can go
The Donald pulled up next to me
As if we were going slow
Then Trump rolled down his window
And yelled for all to hear
"Hey buddy how can I get my head
Outa my derriere?"
Em - B7 (fast repetitions)
then
Am - Em (a few times)
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released August 4, 2016