Tune: Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton

Reading today’s paper

I was wonderin’ once again

Why people do the things that people do

I recall a life of service with music made with love

And how Dolly Parton put it all to use

There were so many acts of kindness

Some large and some were small

And she didn’t hoard her money

Like many billionaires at all

She brought all folks together

She spread about her love

And in what she did for others

Is a legacy we’re proud of

As she sang, she told us stories

From her heart and from her life

And the tunes had many colors

Some had joy and some had strife

Perhaps her songs did reach you

And now you shed a tear

It’s hard to fathom that she’s gone now

But we will all remember this

It’s what she did for others

Like promoting literacy

A million books she purchased

So kids would learn to read

In youth she had no money

Became rich as she could be

But what did for others

Is an enduring legacy

She wore spangles on her britches

And glitter on her shoes

Always kindness shown to others

Like the trans kids in high school

She rebuked the others laughing

And supported LGBT

So many things she did for others

An enduring legacy

And oh, tech bros won’t understand it

Claim their billions make them rich

But their greed’s empty and hollow

Ends with coffins in a ditch

Dolly told ‘em all by action

What their money could have sown

By doing good for others

Is worth more than what they own

Billionaires don’t understand it

Dolly tried to make them see

That lifting up the poor

Is easy if they want to be

Her philanthropy is needed

Not a sports team or trip to space

Look at what she did for others

She brought joy to every place

Farewell Dolly

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Trump keeps grifting every day

His bitcoin just got a bank

He keeps laundering the money

As the Russians fill his tank

The Saudi’s gave him a jet plane

With some questionable tech

What did WE get?

Our country wrecked!

We get packages from Walmart

More expensive every time

We get lettuce that could kill us

And our eggs are filled with slime

We get more vaccine denials

And an AG who’s Trump’s tool

What did we get?

Algae in the reflecting pool!

We have nothin’ to put on a hopeful smile for

What we have is crazy man posting A-I slop for...

There’s no one Trump won’t defame

Anyone in the world

There is no one he won’t name

He will lie about and defame!

We feel restless, we feel blue,

Cause the news puts us in grief

We feel ev’ry kind of feelin’

But the feelin’ of relief

We feel angry as the wolf felt

With his paw caught in a trap

What does Trump feel?

He doesn’t give a crap!

Lots of things in life used run ok, but brother,

This corrupt administration is like nothin’ whatsoever

In any way, shape or form like any other

There’s no one Trump won’t defame

Anyone in the world

There is no one he won’t name

He will lie about and defame!

E. Jean Carroll was defamed

Proved to all the world

$5 million in damages remain

For the terrible lies he claimed

There is absolutely nothin’ like this criminal gang

So suppose come this November

Voters turn out with a boost

MAGA faithful they desert him

As the hens come home to roost

There is only just one worry

Cause we’ve seen it all before

Votes will be tossed and Musk takes score!

There is no one you can name

That is safe, you know he’ll defame

There are judges he’ll defame

And doctors he’ll defame

There’s dem senators he’ll defame

Environmentalists he’ll defame

Nothin’ stops his crazed posts

Not even the Pope

There ain’t a thing that’s wrong in our country now

That can’t be cured by voting out and how

This criminal, hateful, party that Trump has defamed!

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I am an assistant vice president. It says so on my card. I wear pin stripe suits and sensible shoes. I even have a secretary who calls me “Miss McNally” (correction, that’s Ms. McNally). In my eight years on the Street (those in the know never say Wall Street) I have cultivated those telltale signs of executive leadership that distinguish the four professional women in the industry from the ranks of the typing pool. I have learned to speak low and with authority, I quote Barron’s and price-earnings ratios and look interested at meetings. I make good money, I am respected, my work is praised and my back patted. I am a success in the eyes of the world. So why am I miserable?

I am a fraud. Underneath this grey-flannel exterior beats the heart of an exhibitionist, a clown and an artiste. I dream of the stage, of moving an audience to tears and laughter, I want to feel the waves of love and appreciation coming from the audience and I want to read glowing reviews in The New York Times.

I want to appear on the Dick Cavett show, that’s Dick Cavett, not Johnny Carson, for I aspire not to the popular forms of theatre where I might get a crack at the one in one-thousand job openings a year. No, my sights are set on even more unattainable ground - for I (blush) want to sing opera.

Yes, I hear it already, another dreamer deluding herself with visions of glory. But wait, I’m not totally mad (how else could I get through the Wall Street Journal?) I do have a voice (coloratura to be exact) which my voice teacher and I have nurtured and developed with painstaking care over the last five years. I am also “’musical” which means I can make what I sing sound like something more than a collection of notes and I have a tolerable ear for languages and some skill at acting (so saith my acting coach). So much for my qualifications, now for the insanity.

At five foot six and 118 pounds I expect to be able to take on the operatic heavyweights (literally and figuratively) of the world and grab’em with my high A flat above high C. Then I’m going to wow’em with my famous goosebumps-up-the-spine pianissimos and kill’em with my heartfelt, straight-from-the-gut acting.

But I’ve got to start somewhere (the Met ain’t ready for me yet) so I did something that only two weeks ago would have sent the mild-mannered executive in me screaming for mercy. I had my first audition. Big deal huh? So, everybody has to go through auditions, right? Well, YOU DO IT!

You will soon discover a capability in yourself that you didn’t know existed -- a level of fear so profound and overwhelming that it makes simple panic seem like a massage in a steam room. Let me explain.

Imagine if in the course of your ordinary day you suddenly noticed that every movement, sound and gesture you made was being intensely scrutinized, analyzed and judged. Now imagine all these movements, sounds and gestures being compared with 200 other movements, sounds and gestures, all 199 better than yours. This takes place in the first two minutes after you find out the time, date and place of the audition.

Now give yourself a week to prepare. Not only will you quickly discover that you have absolutely no imagination when to comes to choosing repertoire but, undoubtedly, you have selected music that shows your voice off to no good (it sounds great in your head, it always does), requires the acting skills of a Callas or Bernhardt, and the vocal agility of Lily Pons.

Now that you have failed in these categories you can go on to making a fool of yourself. You arrange a session with a pianist. You spend an hour trying to sing while your accompanist adjusts the lead in his fingers and straps his toes to the sustaining pedal. He says complementary things 1ike, “Gee, maybe we should try another piece,” as your breath support becomes a distant memory and you recognize with growing horror that those pip squeaking, trembling sounds are coming from YOU. You go home, listen to your tape, beat your breast, throw up and go to sleep. Then you spend the following four days memorizing music you already know. You go on to dream the lyrics, you hum passages at 4 a.m. and try acting exercises in the shower. You begin to calm down, after all, this hard work should pay off -- that’s what they told you in first grade anyway. (I think my first-grade teacher was a Nazi reject.) By day five you have convinced yourself that all wi1l go well, you’ve rehearsed and studied and practiced till you’re green so what could go wrong? You’re cool and calm and professional. Professionals don’t get nervous; they just go in there and do their job.

Day five is when you crack up.

If you’re lucky your friends will find you slobbering and crying and pulling your hair out by the roots and take you away to the local bar. If not, you call the doctor for some Valium. I was lucky.

After being plied with wine and good advice (we all feel this way dearie, welcome to the performing arts!) I wobbled my way home satisfied with the concept that even if I am awful (how could I be otherwise?) at least it will be good experience for the future. So in a state of semi-catatonia I arrived at the audition studios at the appointed time and day. I was polite and looked nice (they can’t take that away from me) and acted as an adult as I cordially and confidently (I am an actress!) greeted the head of the theatre, my prospective employer. “Good afternoon, Mrs. [___], (always find out the name). I’m Therese McNally (what! no gasps of delight?) and I’m here for the audition,” (duh). Gooey smiles ensue as you feel her eyes sizing you up in nanoseconds (that’s a billionth of a second for those without home computers) while she hands you a ream of paper to fill out. Then it’s time to change and go to the dance studio: DANCE STUDIO? So, there you are, a leotarded retard, trying to follow the Nureyev of the Finger Lakes as he scampers about in his purple sweatered legs and skinny flailing arms. So not knowing a chasse from a chaise longue, you proceed to turn a perfectly normal dance routine into low comedy by executing every step in direct opposition to your fellow auditioners, smashing their rightward moving bodies with your leftward descending arms and stepping on forward chasse-ing toes with a backward pas de chat. One humiliation down, two to go.

Next you hand in your dance card to the head of the theatre and discuss your resume (what resume?). “Tell me a little about yourself,” she asks innocently. (Translation: say something so I can find out whether you are a complete idiot or not). “Well,” (you begin with a bang) “I’ve been studying singing for several years,” (and have no professional experience so why you don’t just beat me to death and get it over with) “and acting as well,” (can’t you tell?) “I’m really just starting out.” (Isn’t she cute? A thirty-year-old late bloomer). Thank you very much,” she drones as you are handed yet another card to gain entry to the final lap of this fiasco: the singing audition. “Okay,” you tell yourself, “THIS is what I came in for,” as you sit down with 30 other hopefuls, staring blankly at your music, pretending to sightread.

You can hear them dropping like flies behind the closed doors:

“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere, it’s up to you, New York...” Thank you very much.

“Take my hand, I’m a stranger in...” “Thank you very much.”

“If ever I would leave you, it wouldn’t be in ...” “Thank you very much.”

“Next, Miss McNally.”

A large lump lodges in your throat as you hand the accompanist your music and you walk deliberately to La Place de L’Execution and turn to face Madame La Farge and her knitting cronies, the blade of the guillotine poised and ready.

“Summertime, and the livin’ is easy, fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high...” (Where’s the ‘thank you very much’?) “Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’ so hush little baby don’t you cry...” (They’re not saying anything! ) “Until that morning, ain’t nothing can harm you, with daddy and mammie stand in’ by, Ah-AH [money note].” Silence, drumroll, the blade descends as someone speaks, “Lovely voice,” (WHAT!) “Come here please...” (You mean?...) Madame La Farge looks up from my resume, “I see you write for Wall Street, do you do press releases?”

I got the gig.

by Therese McNally

[Tune: “Losing my mind” from Follies by Stephen Sondheim]

His polls go down, he rants with AI

He makes stuff up and rants with AI

Trump’s brain is fried

Each day he’s losing his mind

Iran war sucks, he rants with AI

From dawn to dusk, he rants with AI

Does the press care?

That Trump is losing his mind?

All afternoon, watching cable TV news

The global state’s a fright

We hear them warn about inflation and Hormuz

The polls going left, not going right

We see decline, he rants with AI

Complains and whines and rants with AI

MAGA once loved him

Now they may leave him behind

That’s why he’s losing his mind

He’s scared of jail

That’s why he’s losing his mind

More Epstein files

Are why Trump’s losing his mind

Each speech he makes is a wonder to behold

The garbled words cause fright

Often Trump slurs and forgets what he just said

What’s in his head’s not going right

Those sick of grift will vote against him

Those with the shits will vote against him

Midterms are coming

The GOP is behind

Because he’s losing his mind

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[Tune: Bye, Bye Birdie]

Bye, bye Lindsay

‘Twas time for you to go

Bye, bye Lindsay

Too bad you were Trump’s ‘hoe

Lies and closets

You were there deep and how

No more hiding

Being out can’t harm you now

You once called Trump a fiend

So crazy, dumb and mean

But then you changed your dread

And daily gave Trump head!

Peace to Lindsay

We still don’t understand

You had ethics

Why’d you boost that man?

Talk to John McCain in the bardo realm

Explain it if you can!

Now we’re waiting

For Mitch to exit next

The Senate’s stalling

Proof of life on request

The power plays at work

Would make Machiavelli blush

Our senate seats unfilled

But Thune says, “What’s the rush?”

Come November

We’ll flush them all away

Mitch and Donald

They’ll be hell to pay

If voters get their say

Indictments on their way

Bye now!

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[Tune: Mrs. Robinson; Simon & Garfunkel]

Dee, dee, dee, doo, doo, doo

Dee, dee, dee, doo, doo, doo

Oh, here’s to you, Major Watson

Justice loves you more than you will know

Oh-oh-oh

God bless you, please, Major Watson

Arrested for the truth that he did say

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

We’ve seen enough salacious bits ‘bout Trump in the Epstein files

We know Trump’s actions will only help himself

Look around you, all you see are cowards and more lies

And inside the congress is an empty quiet dome

But here’s to you, Major Watson

Justice loves you more than you will know

Oh-oh-oh

God bless you, please, Major Watson

Arrested for the truth that he did say

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Speaking on the capitol steps where once the Proud Boys railed

He spoke his oath and asked for justice

Impeach, convict and then remove for treasonous acts

You know things are bad when the military speaks out

Courage to you, Major Watson

Justice loves you more than you will know

Oh-oh-oh

God bless you, please, Major Watson

Arrested for the truth that he did say

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Watching from the sofa on that fateful J-6 day

The election was fair there’s no debate, yeah

Cry about it, shout about it, Trump refused to lose

Every day the country gets more screwed

Where have you gone, feckless congressmen?

Our nation turns its frightened eyes to you

Ooh-ooh-ooh

What’s that you say, Major Watson

Mike Johnson closed the floor and went away

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

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[Tune: Volare; aka Nel blu di pinto di blu]

[Intro]

I think of a dream where Trump never seized power

A female won the election and the GOP didn’t cower

Competent women deciding policy and direction

The focus on jobs and on healthcare

Not a pedo’s erection

[chorus]

Meloni, oh oh

Baloney, oh oh

Our Italian ally reneged

Trump claimed Meloni had begged

For a photo she wanted

Trump’s ego had granted

Meloni cried foul and withdrew

The G7 was messed up

Our friendly connections are through

While Macron did his best to smooth over

in his Gallic way

Meloni, oh oh

Baloney, oh oh

She called Donald in the press

A liar with no common sense

All the continent knows it

The leaders looked and laughed

As Trump stood ignored in the room

While in Iran we’re losing

As Hegseth is boozing - it’s true

White House grounds are destroyed

While the pool is no longer flag blue

All phony, oh oh

Trump’s baloney, oh oh

The voters will have wake up

Cause MAGA is a giant flop

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Blue, blue Trump wanted blue

Lincoln’s long pool he drained it right through

Dark paint retains more heat

Algae grew quick

Now it’s covered in goo

Green, green the algae’s green

Peroxide poured in

To stop the slime sheen

Paint failed, it’s peeling up

Trump says it is a democrat plot

Men in boots, skimming up the scum

Just 2 weeks shows his boasting was dumb

Red states you must turn blue

Stop the madness and corruption too

We have one last chance this fall

Flip Congress blue

End this once and for all

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Rooting for Knicks at the finals game

Trump at the Garden is truly lame

Bye-bye, eff off, get lost

Bye-bye, get lost

Trump’s coming to the Garden

A-hole, no one wants you there

Here he comes (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

Swat teams are now at Penn Station (Get lost, goodbye)

And the watch parties (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

He’s taking them away (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

We’ll have good time in the stadium

Anticipation’s so high it’s quite absurd

But when we see Trump at the Garden

They’ll be booing like you never heard!

Counting two games for the final sweep

This is our joy that we get to keep

Get lost and goodbye

Get lost and goodbye

Get lost and goodbye (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

Get lost and goodbye (Bye-bye, eff off)

We’ll have good time in the stadium

Anticipation’s so high it’s quite absurd

But when we see Trump at the Garden

They’ll be booing like you never heard!

I’ll be watching on TV tonight

As Trump gets railed by the fans alright

See Trump (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

At the Garden (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

I’m hopin’ they’ll boo you (Get lost, eff off, goodbye)

At the Garden (Bye-bye, so long, farewell)

Go home early, get lost (Bye-bye, eff off, goodbye)

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POTUS is dreaming, can’t stay awake

Even in meetings where war is at stake

As while he slumbers, his cabinet looks on

Marco Rubio was most put upon

Held up a poster of his new pool

“It’s taller than skyscrapers,” bragged on this fool

Minions just stood there, afraid to speak

His doctors are hiding his dementia streak

POTUS the dreamer, a nightmare to us

Wee hours of posting, Trump’s so unwell

Time to remove him and stop this fresh hell

25th Amendment is a sure remedy

But GOP toadies, they all bend the knee

POTUS is dreaming of revenge and hate

He thinks all opponents are his to berate

Lock up the dems and tweak vote machines

POTUS is dreaming this, time to wake up

Beautiful dream that he fades away

Powerless, dead or in jail - either way

Restore our country to its former state

Vote out the GOP before it’s too late

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[Tune: Under the Sea; Little Mermaid]

MAGA listen to him

The human world, it comes first

Life under the sea

And climate change

Is a democratic hoax they made up there

The cash will grow much greener

In the pocket of our magnates

You fret about global warming

But that is a big mistake

Ignore all the storms around you

Be blind to the ocean floor

The ocean currents that surround you

To Trump are a complete bore

Plunder the sea

Plunder the sea

Death of the fish there

Buddy do we care?

Not a fig, see?

Pull up those monitors we had

Climate science makes us sad

We’ll turn a blind eye

To air, sea and the sky

Plunder the sea

The White House would be happy

With statues made of gold

The health of the land ain’t happy

When public lands are sold

As the mining tools despoil

What once was pristine and clean

It’s all about their profits

The damage it won’t be seen

Oh no, plunder the sea

Plunder the land

Nobody wants this

It’s an affront this

To sanity

The natural world is part of us

Trump’s agenda is really sus

Our children’s children

Need a planet to live in

Don’t plunder the sea

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There’s a new low down in Texas for their Senate seat

The GOP now backs him, Trump thinks he’s really neat

His name is Ken Paxton, a felon, right-wing tool

Impeached, indicted, adulterer he’ll play Texans for fools

He’s the most corrupt candidate that voters will pursue

His nose’s so far up Trump’s fat ass, it’s brown with his doo doo

Some may have wanted Cornyn but he’s not in the loop

A fellow felon’s what Trump wants and voters followed suit

When the lobby cash is flowing, candidates who are not bright

Will win spending more millions to secure election night

A disgrace no one remembers, when TV ads play on

If Paxton wins the Senate seat all Texas will be conned

But they can vote for Talarico, a man who’s not a crook

He’ll gather all together, a coalition that will work

Maga’s talking points are failing, they spout the same ol’ schtick

While the working folks of Texas can’t buy gas, eat or get sick

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[Tune: Wild thing; The Troggs]

Swamp thing

You run a crime ring

You make everything slimy

Swamp thing

Swamp thing

You promised to drain it

But I want to know for sure

Will you end your superpacs? No?

Corruption

Swamp thing

Shielding a pedo ring

Trafficking kids for decades

Swamp thing

Swamp thing’s in those files

The Epstein scandal grows

C’mon release the names? No?

Corruption

Swamp thing

You run a criminal ring

You make everything slimy

Swamp thing

Don’t drain a damn thing

Swamp thing

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How does America love thee?

Let me count the ways

It loves thee to the depth and breadth and height

Of Google’s reach, of blogger’s oversight

For thy big heart and endless romps

It loves thee when on idiots you stomp

Viewed on network or youtube’s phone-sized light

It loves thee freely, despite Skydance’s fight

It loves thee strongly like Ann Coulter’s bile

It loves thee purely, like Jon Stewart’s smile

It revels in your gleeful irony

Though CBS must make us part from thee

The power and size of Colbert Nation

If streamers choose shall but love thee better

With some syndication

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[Tune: Money; The Beatles]

The sole thing that Trump cares for

It’s not the country or his kids or whores

It’s only money (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants) yeah

That’s what he wants

He never gives a thought ‘bout you

Doesn’t care what he puts you through

It’s only money (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants) yeah

That’s what he wants

You can starve at home for all he cares

Got democracy in his crosshairs

It’s only money (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants) yeah

That’s what he wants

Now he’ll bleed the IRS it’s true!

Taxpayer billions for his next coup

They give him money (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants)

That’s what he wants (that’s what he wants) yeah

That’s what he wants

He’ll take all the money (NOT what we want)

Our Treasury’s money (NOT what we want)

For his private militia (NOT what we want)

He’ll use that money (NOT what we want)

NOT what we want, yeah (not what we want)

NOT what we want!

Lord, we need those midterms (that’s what we want)

Whole lot of voters (that’s what we want, whoo)

Whoah, yeah, vote those Dems in (that’s what we want)

Give us some hope now (that’s what we want, whoo)

That’s what we want, yeah (that’s what we want)

That’s what we want!

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M is for the many lies he told us

O is for his overweening pride

T is for the trash talk he posts daily

H is for the hell where we abide

E is for his ever-grasping grifting

R is for our rights which he denies

Put them all together it’s half of MOFO

This aging despot - won’t he ever die?

F is for his fundamental mindset

U do not exist in his sick mind

C is for his criminal behavior

K is for the Klan he stands behind

E is for the environment he’s wrecking

R is the regret our nation feels

Put it all together it spells

M O T H E R F U C K E R

He put our nation back upon its heels

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Brits say

The price of Trump’s tariff’s not a price we are willing to pay

High costs

Of our tea and our petrol make UK consumers just cry

Why so bad?

Remember, our special arrangement before Trump came along

Now, he’s making us sad

Remember, despite the estrangement, there’s one thing

Charles came back, as the King

And he schooled you on important things

Charles came back, he didn’t yell

But shamed Congress with a tale to tell

Presidents rise, power falls

Checks and balances see through it all

And when bullies try to win

He recalled the Magna Carta where the rule of law begins!

Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da

Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya-da

Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da

Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya

Trump says NATO is draining and he can’t go on

America will be complaining when it is gone

Donald can’t change the subject

The Epstein files subject

His feared and secret subject

The press brings up this subject

Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever

Charles came back, spoke royally

He spoke truth to power with esprit

All his words behind the praise

Took apart MAGA’s offending ways

Now he’s gone, Trump’s less mad

He will take away tariffs we had

‘Cause when class meets lowlife

They will bow and kiss the ring and cut back on all the strife

Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da

Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya-da

Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da

Da-da, dat- everybody!

Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da

Da-da, dat, dat, da-ya-da

Da-da-da, dat-da, dat, da-da-da, da-ya-da

Da-da-da, dat, da-ya-da-ah

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Trump came out that night

Looking for press and hype

Attendance was new, never showed up before

Watching and waiting

Melania sat there but her eyes were on the door

The press all came to see

No comedian’s roast or laughs this time

A mindreader was hired, a soft show to polish Trump’s fragile ego

But it didn’t matter

The real show was about to begin with a loaded gun

Oh oh here it comes

A staged assassination show

What an epic fail, for the mindreader

Oh oh here it comes

The third shooting in a row

What an epic fail, for the mindreader

Wouldn’t buy it if I were you

We know what Trump can do

He’s dangerous man, now with his MAGA base coming apart

Kash Patel didn’t matter

Ooh, the shooter was there but it seemed a big setup

Oh oh here it comes

Another dog and pony show

What an epic fail, for the mindreader

Oh oh here it comes

A fake distraction from Epstein

What an epic fail, for the mindreader

Oh oh here it comes

Watch out see those bullets fly

What an epic fail, for the mindreader

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Most people live in a sweet delusion

They think they still have some privacy

Most people don’t have a private island

Tech bros built bunkers to hide you see

Palantir they call it

Peter Theil has his way

It surveils everybody

Governments in its sway

Palantir is evil

Makes the Stasi look lame

Steals your life with some software

Freedom just ain’t the same

Your life’s not your own

A dystopian dream

A new AI nightmare

Would cause our Founders to scream!

IDF uses it to bomb children

The police use it well - so they claim

ICE uses it to profile brown folks

As Trump lists opponent’s names

Palantir will destroy us

Fascist tool loud and clear

Stop this AI takeover

The billionaire’s kingly sphere

Palantir leads to madness

Tolkien wrote all this down

Saruman distorted his powers

Denethor jumped to the ground

Palantir, Palantir, Palantir!

Parody lyrics copyright T. McNally 2026

[Tune: The Lord is my light and my salvation]

Trump’s dumb as a rock

A plague upon our nation

He brings hate and fear

He brings hate and fear

Now he’s attacking the pope

Now he’s attacking the pope

But Pope Leo is not afraid

Though both he and Vance

Will rail against him

Pope Leo speaks - he is not afraid

While Hegseth roils up war all over

Yet this Pope will trust in peace

We live in a time of trouble

We find ourselves in a endless nightmare

Yea even as we try to get some needed slumber

The evil seeps through

Their heartless hearts

Seem like they’re made of stone!

Trump’s dumb as a rock

A plague upon our nation

He brings hate and fear

He brings hate and fear

Although he’s attacking the pope

He can’t intimidate this pope

For Pope Leo will not be afraid

Pope Leo will speak and never be afraid!

Parody lyrics copyright T. McNally 2026