“Alternative” Lyrics 113

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Ivana Zelníčková; Marla Maples; Melania Trump; Stormy Daniels/Stephanie Gregory Clifford; Dawn Vanguard/Alana Evans
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Nikki Haley; Hope Hicks; Sean Spicer; Jeff Sessions; Brenda Fitzgerald; Paul Manafort; George Papadopoulos; Michael Flynn; Rick Gates; Andrew McCabe, Et Alii
“Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee” from Grease

Look at me I’m Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won’t go to bed till I’m legally wed
I can’t I’m Sandra Dee

Watch it! Hey, I’m Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won’t come across even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day

I don’t drink I swear
I don’t rat my hair
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers
Would you pull that crap with Annette?

As for you Troy Donahue
I know what you wanna do
You’ve got your crust I’m no object of lust
I’m just plain Sandra Dee

Elvis, Elvis, let me be
Keep that pelvis far from me
Just keep your cool now your starting to drool

Hey, Fongul, I’m Sandra Dee

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“Alternative” Lyrics 112

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Resistance
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Vladimir Putin; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Robert Mueller
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Ivana Zelníčková; Marla Maples; Melania Trump; Stephanie Gregory Clifford/Stormy Daniels; Dawn Vanguard/Alana Evans
“Look It Up” by Ashton Shepherd

The word is faithful, look it up
It don’t mean sneakin’ around
Behind my back like you ain’t gettin’ enough
How ’bout forever,
Just look it up
It means through thick and thin
And pitchin’ in even when the times get tough

The word is easy, look it up
And you’ll see a picture of that piece of trash
Ridin’ ’round in your pickup truck
Let’s try liar,
Just look it up
But you’ll need boots to wade through all the bull
You tell me when you come home drunk
It’s just like you to be so clueless
‘Cause you never thought I’d do this

I said go, goodbye, get lost, get out, get gone
The word is over
Look it up

You said you’re sober, look it up
It’s right next to hell is freezin’ over,
Flyin’ pigs, and all that stuff
And how bout baby, look it up
It’s what you call me and it’s how you act
Every time I call your bluff
It’s just like you to keep denyin’
Save your whinin’ and your cryin’

I said go, goodbye, get lost, get out, get gone
The word is over
Look it up

The word’s forgiveness, look it up
It’s what Jesus has in store for you
But I don’t no matter what
Quit your beggin’ and your prayin’
Can’t you hear what I’ve been sayin’?

I said go, goodbye, get lost, get out, get gone
The word is over
Look it up

Asshole

Just look it up, look it up

“Alternative” Lyrics 111

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; NRA; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Mass Murderers
“We Both Reached for the Gun” from Chicago

Mr. Billy Flynn in the press conference
Notice his mouth never moves, almost

Where’d you come from?
Mississippi
And your parents?
Very wealthy
Where are they now?
Six feet under

But she was granted one more start
The convent of The Sacred Heart

When’d you get here?
1920
How old were you?
Don’t remember
Then what happened?
I met Amos and he stole my heart away
Convinced me to elope one day

A convent girl! A run-away marriage!
Oh, it’s too terrible, you poor, poor dear

Who’s Fred Casely?
My ex-boyfriend
Why’d you shoot him?
I was leavin’
Was he angry?
Like a madman
Still I said, “Fred, move along”

She knew that she was doin’ wrong

Then describe it
He came toward me
With a pistol?
From my bureau
Did you fight him?
Like a tiger

He had strength and she had none

And yet we both reached for the gun
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, we both, oh yes we both
Oh yes, we both reached for the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
Oh yes, we both reached for the gun, for the gun

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both, oh yes, they both
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun

Understandable, understandable
Yes, it’s perfectly understandable
Comprehensible, comprehensible
Not a bit reprehensible, it’s so defensible

How’re you feeling?
Very frightened
Are you sorry?
Are you kidding?
What’s you’re statement?
All I’d say is, though my choo-choo jumped the track
I’d give my life to bring him back

And?
Stay away from
What?
Jazz and liquor
And?
And the men who
What?
Play for fun

And what?
That’s the thought that
Yeah
Came upon me
When?
When we both reached for the gun

Understandable, understandable
Yes, it’s perfectly understandable
Comprehensible, comprehensible
Not a bit reprehensible, it’s so defensible

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both, oh yes, they both
(Let me hear it!)
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun
(Little louder)

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both, oh yes they both
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun
(Now you got it)

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both, oh yes they both
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
Oh yes, they both reached for the gun, for the gun

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, they both
Oh yes, they both, oh yes, they both reached for the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun

(Both reached for the gun)
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun
Both reached for the gun

“Alternative” Lyrics 110

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Trump Family; Republicans; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Beggars at the Feast” from Les Misérables

Thenardier
Ain’t it a laugh?
Ain’t it a treat?
Hob-nobbin’ here
Among the elite?
Here comes a prince
There goes a Jew.
This one’s a queer
But what can you do?
Paris at my feet
Paris in the dust
And here I’m breaking bread
With the upper crust!
Beggar at the feast!
Master of the dance!
Life is easy pickings
If you grab your chance.
Everywhere you go
Law-abiding folk
Doing what is decent
But they’re mostly broke!
Singing to the Lord on Sundays
Praying for the gifts He’ll send.

M. and Mme. Thenardier
But we’re the ones who take it
We’re the ones who make it in the end!
Watch the buggers dance
Watch ’em till they drop
Keep your wits about you
And you stand on top!
Masters of the land
Always get our share
Clear away the barricades
And we’re still there!
We know where the wind is blowing
Money is the stuff we smell
And when we’re rich as Croesus
Jesus! Won’t we see you all in hell!

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