One of my first parody’s added to Fiction Weekly. It is inspired by the one and only Donald J. Trump running for president. As I edit this post a few month after first publishing it, I realize there is only 34 days until the election. What will happen? Will all of our nightmares come true?
We shall see.
To the tune of Pink Floyd’s: “Mother”
Mother do you think Trump’ll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think Trump’ll like this song?
Mother do you think they’ll try to break Trump’s balls?
Mother should Trump build the wall?
Mother should Trump run for president?
Mother should Trump trust the government?
Mother will he put me in the firing line?
Mother our we really dying?
Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry.
Trump’s gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Trump’s gonna put all his fears into you.
Trump’s gonna keep you right here under his wing.
He wont let you fly, but he might let you leave.
Trump will keep the USA cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course Trump’ll help to build the wall.
Mother do you think he’s good enough — for the GOP?
Mother do you think he’s dangerous — to the GOP?
Mother will he tear our little world apart?
Mother will he break our hearts?
Hush now baby, baby don’t you cry.
Trump’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Trump wont let anyone dirty get through.
Trump’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Trump will always find out where you’ve been.
Trump’s gonna keep the USA healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You’ll always be the GOP to me.
Trump, does it need to be so high?
Sorry, it couldn’t be helped. I have a problem and I blame it on Weird Al.