White House Correspondence Dinner

I went to the White House correspondence dinner and all I got was stripped of my constitutionally protected rights

At least the president wasn’t there trying to strip me of my clothes

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“Alternative” Lyrics 160

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin; Robert Mueller
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Emmanuel Macron
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars
“Rude” by Magic!

Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit
Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you
Knocked on your door with heart in my hand
To ask you a question

‘Cause I know that you’re an old fashioned man yeah yeah

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend but the answer is no!

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family

Why you gotta be so rude

I hate to do this, you leave no choice
I can’t live without her
Love me or hate me we will be boys
Standing at that alter
Or we will run away
To another galaxy you know
You know she’s in love with me
She will go anywhere I go

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend cause the answer’s still no!

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family

Why you gotta be so rude?

Rude

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes
‘Cause I need to know
You say I’ll never get your blessing till the day I die
Tough luck my friend but no still means no!

Why you gotta be so rude?
Don’t you know I’m human too
Why you gotta be so rude
I’m gonna marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Marry her anyway
(Marry that girl) Yeah no matter what you say
(Marry that girl) And we’ll be a family

Why you gotta be so rude? (Oh, yeah, oh)
Why you gotta be so rude? (Yeah)
Why you gotta be so rude?

“Alternative” Lyrics 159

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Robert Mueller
“Insane in the Brain” by Cypress Hill

Who you tryin’ ta mess with ese?
Don’t you know I’m loco?

To da one on da flam
Boy it’s tough

I just toss that ham in the fryin’ pan
Like spam
It’s done when I come in
Slam
Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam
Don’t make me wrek ya hectic
Automatic got me goin’ like Gen’ral Electric
Damn
The lights are blinking I’m thinking
It’s all over when I go out drinking
Oh
Makin’ my mind slow,
That’s why I don’t fuck wit da big four-oh
Bro
I got ta’ maintain
‘Cause a nigga like me is goin’ insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Do my shit undercover
Now it’s time for for the blubber
Blabber
To watch dat belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet
Don’t try it
I’ll check your ass like a looter in a riot
Much too fast like a sumo slammin’ dat ass
Leavin’ your face in the grass
You know
I don’t take a chulo
Lightly
Bitch just jealous ’cause he can’t outwrite me
So kick that style, wicked
Wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Whip dat mainframe
I’ll explain
A nigga like me is goin’ insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Like Louie Armstrong
Play the trumpet, I’ll hit dat bong
And break ya off somethin’ soon
I got ta get my props
Cops
Come and try ta’ snatch my crops
These pigs want to blow my house down
Head underground
To the next town
They get mad when they come to raid my pad
And I’m off in the night deuce Cad
Yes I’m the pirate
Pilot
Of this ship if I get wit’ the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen
Look
But don’t make ya’ eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin’ insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

“Alternative” Lyrics 158

Topic: Robert Mueller; Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration: Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Lawyers; Donald J. Trump’s Lawyers’ Lawyers; Trump Family; Republicans; Republican Party; Vladimir Putin; Russia
“One Way or Another” by Blondie

One way or another I’m gonna find ya
I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I’m gonna win ya
I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha

One way or another I’m gonna see ya
I’m gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I’m gonna meet ya
I’m gonna meet ya, I’m meet ya

I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
I’ll see who’s around

One way or another I’m gonna find ya
I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I’m gonna win ya
I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha

One way or another I’m gonna see ya
I’m gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I’m gonna meet ya
I’ll meet ya, yeah

And if the lights are all out
I’ll follow your bus downtown
See who’s hangin’ around

One way or another I’m gonna lose ya
I’m gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I’m gonna lose ya
I’m gonna trick ya, I’ll trick ya

One way or another I’m gonna lose ya
I’m gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another I’m gonna lose ya
I’m gonna give you the slip

I’ll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket
Check out some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I’m gonna getcha
I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I’m gonna getcha
I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I’m gonna getcha
I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I’m gonna getcha
I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I’m gonna getcha
I’ll getcha, I’ll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha

“Alternative” Lyrics 157

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“How Soon is Now” by the Smiths

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There’s a club if you’d like to go you
Could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own and
You leave on your own and you go home,
And you cry and you want to die.

When you say it’s gonna happen “now”,
When exactly do you mean? see I’ve already
Waited too long and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How dare you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

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