Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“99 Luftballons” by Nena

German Lyrics
Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g’rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
‘ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war’n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister –
Streichholz und Benzinkanister –
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt’s nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh’ ich meine Runden
Seh’ die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab’ ‘nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk’ an dich und lass’ ihn fliegen

English Translation
Do you have you some time for me,
if so I’ll sing a song for you
about 99 balloons
on their way to the horizon.
Maybe you’re thinking about me right now
if so I’ll sing a song for you
about 99 balloons
and that such a thing comes from such a thing.

99 balloons
on their way to the horizon
People think they’re UFOs from space
so a general sent up
a fighter squadron after them
Sound the alarm if it’s so
but there on the horizon were
only 99 balloons.

99 fighter jets
Each one’s a great warrior
Thought they were Captain Kirk
then came a lot of fireworks
the neighbors didn’t understand anything
and felt like they were being provoked
so they shot at the horizon
at 99 balloons.

99 war ministers
matches and gasoline canisters
They thought they were clever people
already smelled a nice bounty
Called for war and wanted power.
Man, who would’ve thought
that things would someday go so far
because of 99 balloons.

99 years of war
left no room for victors.
There are no more war ministers
nor any jet fighters.
Today I’m making my rounds
see the world lying in ruins.
I found a balloon,
think of you and let it fly (away).

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Ain’t Nobody Here but Us Chickens” by Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five

One night Farmer Brown was taken the air
He locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house somethin’ stirred
When he shouted,”who’s there?”, this is what he heard

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop the fuss, ain’t nobody here but us
We’re chickens trying to sleep and you bust in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
You’re stompin’ around, shakin’ the ground, kickin’ up an awful fuss
We’re chickens trying to sleep and you bust in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it’s a sin

Tomorrow is a busy day, we’ve got things to do, we’ve got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin’ gettin’ chicks to hatch
There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop the fuss, ain’t nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

Tomorrow is a busy day, we’ve got things to do, we’ve got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin’ gettin’ chicks to hatch
There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop the fuss, ain’t nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

It’s easy pickin’, ain’t nobody here but us chickens

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“House of the Rising Sun” by Various

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

[Organ Solo]

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

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