“Alternative” Lyrics 87

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Roy Moore
Tertiary Topic: Politicians
“Young Girl” by Gary Puckett & the Union Gap

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl
With all the charms of a woman
You’ve kept the secret of your youth
You led me to believe
You’re old enough
To give me Love
And now it hurts to know the truth, Oh,

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl

Beneath your perfume and make-up
You’re just a baby in disguise
And though you know
That it is wrong to be
Alone with me
That come on look is in your eyes, Oh,

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl

So hurry home to your mama
I’m sure she wonders where you are
Get out of here
Before I have the time
To change my mind
‘Cause I’m afraid we’ll go too far, Oh,

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl,
You’re much too young, girl

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line

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“Alternative” Lyrics 86

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans
“Mi Vida Loca” by Pam Tillis

If you’re coming with me you need
nerves of steel
‘Cause I take corners on two wheels
It’s a never-ending circus ride
The faint of heart need not apply

Chorus:

Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can’t tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

Sweetheart before this night is through
I could fall in love with you
Come dancing on the edge with me
Let my passion set you free

Chorus

Here in the firelight I see your tattoo
Mi vida loco, so you’re crazy too

Chorus

We’ll go where the wind blows
And I’ll be a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

“Alternative” Lyrics 85

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Environment
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Economy
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called ‘gitche gumee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T’was the witch of November come stealin’
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashin’
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’
Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya
At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it’s been good t’know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors’ cathedral
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call ‘gitche gumee’
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early

“Alternative” Lyrics 84

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Star Spangled Banner; United States of America
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Politicians
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
“You Never Even Call Me by My Name” by David Allen Coe

Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying’
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

You don’t have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don’t have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don’t have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you’re on my fighting’ side

And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

Well, I’ve heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I’ve seen it on signs where I’ve played
But the only time I know
I’ll hear “David Allan Coe”
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day

So I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country & western song
Because he hadn’t said anything at all about mama
Or trains, or trucks, or prison, or getting’ drunk
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
And after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train

And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain, no
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me
Well, I wonder why you don’t call me
Why don’t you ever call me by my name

“Alternative” Lyrics 83

Topic: Donald J. Trump; United States of America; All Other Countries;
Auxiliary Topic: Robert Mueller; United States of America
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
“Belle” by Paige O’Hara, Richard White and Chorus from Beauty and the Beast

Little town, it’s a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town, full of little people
Waking up to say

Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!

There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town

(Dialog)

Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell?

Never part of any crowd
‘Cause her head’s up on some cloud
No denying she’s a funny girl that Belle

Bonjour!
Good day!
How is your family?
Bonjour!
Good day!
How is your wife?
I need six eggs!
That’s too expensive!

There must be more than this provincial life

(Dialog)

Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she’s feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle

Oh, isn’t this amazing?
It’s my favorite part because–you’ll see
Here’s where she meets Prince Charming
But she won’t discover that it’s him ’til chapter three!

Now it’s no wonder that her name means “beauty”
Her looks have got no parallel

But behind that fair fa├žade
I’m afraid she’s rather odd
Very different from the rest of us

She’s nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!

(Dialog)

Right from the moment when I met her, saw her
I said she’s gorgeous and I fell
Here in town there’s only she
Who is beautiful as me
So I’m making plans to woo and marry Belle

Look there he goes
Isn’t he dreamy?
Monsieur Gaston
Oh, he’s so cute!
Be still, my heart
I’m hardly breathing
He’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

Bonjour
Pardon
Good day
Mais oui!
You call this bacon?
What lovely grapes!
Some cheese
Ten yards!
One pound
‘Scuse me!
I’ll get the knife
Please let me through!
This bread
Those fish
It’s stale!
They smell!
Madame’s mistaken

There must be more than this provincial life!

Just watch, I’m going to make Belle my wife!

Look there she goes, the girl is strange, but special
A most peculiar mademoiselle!

It’s a pity and a sin
She doesn’t quite fit in

‘Cause she really is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny girl
She really is a funny girl
That Belle!

Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!

“Alternative” Lyrics 82

Topic: Donald J. Trump: Republican Party: Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Torn” by Natalie Imbruglia

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm – he came around like
He was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn’t be that man I adored
You don’t seem to know – don’t seem to care
What your heart is for
No I don’t know him anymore

There’s nothin’ where we used to lie
Conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on
Nothing’s fine

I’m torn
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am chained
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m cold and I am shamed and bound
And broken on the floor
And I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn

So I guess the fortune teller’s right
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now I don’t care
I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things
That I can’t touch

There’s nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That’s what is goin’ on
Nothin’s right

I’m torn
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I’m wide awake
And I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn

“Alternative” Lyrics 81

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Poor Unfortunate Souls” by Pat Carroll from The Little Mermaid

I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you’ll find that nowadays
I’ve mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

To this
And I fortunately know a little magic
It’s a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don’t laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely, and depressed (Pathetic)

Poor unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed

Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying, “Spells, Ursula, please!”
And I help them
Yes I do

Now it’s happened once or twice
Someone couldn’t pay the price
And I’m afraid I had to rake ’em ‘cross the coals
Yes I’ve had the odd complaint
But on the whole I’ve been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls

(Dialog)

You’ll have your looks, your pretty face
And don’t underestimate the importance of body language, ha!

The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yes on land it’s much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on!

They’re not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who’s withdrawn
It’s she who holds her tongue who gets a man

Come on!
You poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead
Make your choice
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day
It won’t cost much
Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate soul
It’s sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You’ve got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll

Flotsam, Jetsam, now I’ve got her, boys
The boss is on a roll
This poor unfortunate soul

“Alternative” Lyrics 80

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“The Old Gray Mare” by Various

The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be,
The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Many long years ago.

Many long years ago, many long years ago,

The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Many long years ago.

The old gray mare, she kicked on the whiffletree,
Kicked on the whiffletree, kicked on the whiffletree,
The old gray mare, she kicked on the whiffletree,
Many long years ago.

Many long years ago, many long years ago,

The old gray mare, she kicked on the whiffletree,
Many long years ago.

“Alternative” Lyrics 79

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“The One in the Middle” by Sarah Johns

[1st Verse]

I can’t believe you’d do that to me
Use me
You’ve fooled around and a’wrecked my heart
She’s just a skank rode hard and put up
Well, good luck

[Pre Chorus]

I would’ve given you the finger on my left hand
The one that you use for a wedding band

[Chorus:]

(But) (And) now I’m givin’ you
The one in the middle
The one that’s a little bit longer
And I got another one
On my other hand
So I can say it even stronger
If you’re askin’ if I’m done
Well, I’m sure not sayin’ you’re number one
(No, now I’m givin’ you)
(The one in the middle)
(The one that says we’re through)

[2nd Verse]

I hope you’re happy with your sad life
That’s right
I hope you get what you deserve
And when you’re tired of tv dinners
Remember

[Repeat Pre Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge:]

Well, you made your bed
So go lay in it
And you forced my heart and hands
To the limit

[Spoken]

Ah, yeah, I’ve had it with you, darlin’
That’s right

[Repeat Chorus]

[Spoken]

Oh, yeah, read between the lines, baby
Um, hmm

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