(To be sung to the tune of Grateful Dead’s Truckin’)
Trumpin’, got gazillions to spend. Keep trumpin’ like the “Apprentice” man.
GOPs, more or less the same, ‘publicans stumpin’ on.
Bushes and Cruzes and Rubios, Walkers and Kasich-ohs
Florida, Wall Street, Texas – all on the same bankroll.
Your typical bully playing the typical corporate game.
Hang it up and see who they’ll find to blame.
Trumpin’, claiming women’s wombs as your own. Trumpin’, immigrants told to go “home.”
Workers, working for slave wage, ‘publicans trumpin’ on.
Busybodies, bullies, and bossybritches thinking they own you,
telling you who you can marry and who you cannot.
Starting wars to profit off our citizens’ taxes.
Not concerned about looking like GOP asses.
Trumpin’, the hair’s the least of our probs. Trumpin, shipping out our jobs
to sweatshops out in Asia somewhere. Who cares if the wage is fair?
Sometimes Bernie’s giving me hope.
Sometimes I’d like to elect the Pope.
Maybe it occurs to me, what a long, strange campaign it’s been.