Tag: Donald J. Trump’s Administration

“Alternative” Lyrics 217

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Vladimir Putin; Russia
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me for Me)” by Blessid Union of Soul

She don’t care about my car
She don’t care about my money
And that’s real good because I don’t got alot to spend
But if I did it wouldn’t mean nothin’

She likes me for me
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford
Oozing out my ears
But what she sees
Are my faults and indecisions
My insecure conditions
And the tears upon the pillow that I shed

She don’t care about my big screen
Or my collection of DVD’s
Things like that just never mattered much to her
Plus she don’t watch to much t.v.

And she don’t care that I can fly her
To places she ain’t never been
But if she really wants to go
I think deep down she knows that
All she has to say is when

She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in “Fargo”
I think his name is Steve
She’s the one for me
And I just can’t live without her
My arms belong around her
And I’m so glad I found her once again

And I’m so glad I found her once again
And I’m so glad I found her once again
Gazing at the ceiling
as we entertain our feelings in the dark
The things that we’re afraid of are gonna show us
what we’re made of in the end

She likes me for me
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hottie
I like her for her
Not because she’s phat like Cindy Crawford
She has got so much to offer
Why does she waste all her time with me
There must be something there that I don’t see

She likes me for me
Not because I’m tough like Dirty Hairy
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the Cable Guy
But what she sees
Is that I can’t live without her
My arms belong around her
And I’m so glad I found her once again
Found her once again
I’m so glad I found her once again
On again

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“Alternative” Lyrics 215

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Mike Pompeo; Kim Jong Un; North Korea
“Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there’s none left
‘Cause I’ve been brassing and laughing so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone

But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that’s unheard of
You better watch how you talking, and where you walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta lope
As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke fool
I’m the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light

They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta’s paradise

They got the situation, they got me facing
I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the strip
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I’m a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I’m a loped out gangsta set trippin’ banger
And my homies is down so gonna rouse my anger fool
Death ain’t nothing but a heart beat away
I’m living life do or die, what can I say
I’m twenty three never will I live to see 24
The way things is going I don’t know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta’s paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t looking
What’s going on in the kitchen, but I don’t know what’s cooking
They say I’ve got to learn but nobody’s here to teach me
If they can’t understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can’t
I guess they won’t
I guess they front
That’s why I know my life is out of luck fool

They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
They been spending most their lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta’s paradise
We keep spending most our lives living in the gangsta’s paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me.

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“Alternative” Lyrics 214

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Trump Family; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration
“Master of the House” from Les Misérables

My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes
My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
My sons of whores (no, no, no, no not tonight) spend their lives in my inn,
Homing pigeons homing in
They fly through my doors,
And they crawl out on all fours

Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for the rest, all of ’em crooks:
Rooking their guests and cooking the books
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
A gent of good intent
Who’s content to be

Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir
Customers appreciate a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn’t cost me to be nice
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price!

Master of the house, keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve ’em of a sou or two
Watering the wine, making up the weight
Pickin’ up their knick-knacks when they can’t see straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody’s bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won’t I bleed ’em in the end!

Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody’s boon companion
Everybody’s chaperone
But lock up your valises
Jesus! Won’t I skin you to the bone!

Food beyond compare. Food beyond belief
Mix it in a mincer and pretend it’s beef
Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat
Filling up the sausages with this and that
Residents are more than welcome
Bridal suite is occupied
Reasonable charges
Plus some little extras on the side!
(Oh Santa!)

Charge ’em for the lice, extra for the mice
Two percent for looking in the mirror twice (Hand it over!)
Here a little slice, there a little cut
Three percent for sleeping with the window shut
When it comes to fixing prices
There are a lot of tricks I knows
How it all increases, all them bits and pieces
Jesus! It’s amazing how it grows!

(Oh, sorry love
Must get something done about that)
I used to dream that I would meet a prince
But God Almighty, have you seen what’s happened since?

Master of the house? Isn’t worth my spit!
Comforter, philosopher and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
Thinks he’s quite a lover but there’s not much there
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse
God knows how I’ve lasted living with this bastard in the house!

Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Comforter, philosopher
Don’t make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!

Everybody bless the landlord!
Everybody bless his spouse!

Everybody raise a glass
Raise it up the master’s arse
Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the House!

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“Alternative” Lyrics 213

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base;Donald J. Trump’s Policies
Auxiliary Topic: Immigrants
Tertiary Topic: Resistance
“They” by Jem

Who made up all the rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don’t care to think them through

And I’m sorry, so sorry
I’m sorry it’s like this
I’m sorry, so sorry
I’m sorry, we do this

And it’s ironic too
‘Coz what we tend to do
Is act on what they say
And then it is that way

And I’m sorry, so sorry
I’m sorry it’s like this
I’m sorry, so sorry
I’m sorry, we do this

Who are they?
And where are they?
And how can they possibly
Know all this?

Who are they?
And where are they?
And how can they possibly
Know all this?

Do you see what I see?
Why do we live like this?
Is it because it’s true
That ignorance is bliss?

Who are they?
And where are they?
And how do they
Know all this?

And I’m sorry, so sorry
I’m sorry it’s like this

Do you see what I see?
Why do we live like this?
Is it because it’s true
That ignorance is bliss?

And who are they?
And where are they?
And how can they
Know all this?

And I’m sorry, so sorry
I’m sorry we do this

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“Alternative” Lyrics 211

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“We Can Do It” from The Producers

Don’t you see, Bloom, darling Bloom?
Glorious Bloom, it’s so simple
Step one, we find the worst play ever written
Step two, we hire the worst director in town
Step three, I raise two million dollars

Two? Yes, one for me, one for you
There’s a lot of little old ladies out there
Step four, we hire the worst actors in New York
And open on Broadway and before you can say, Step five
We close on Broadway, take our two million and go to Rio

Rio? Nah, that’d never work, oh, ye of little faith
What did Lewis say to Clark when everything looked bleak?
What did Sir Edmund say to Tenzing
As they struggled toward Everest’s peak?

What did Washington say to his troops
As they crossed the Delaware?
I’m sure you’re well aware, what’d they say?

We can do it, we can do it
We can do it, me and you
We can do it, we can do it
We can make our dreams come true

Everything you’ve ever wanted
Is just waiting to be had
Beautiful girls, wearing nothing but pearls
Caressing you, undressing you and driving you mad

We can do it, we can do it
This is not the time to shirk
We can do it, you won’t rue it
Say goodbye to petty clerk

Hi, Producer, yes, Producer
I mean you, sir, go beserk
We can do it, we can do it
And I know it’s gonna work

Whatta ye say, Bloom? What do I say?
Finally a chance to be a Broadway producer
What do I say?

Finally a chance to make my dreams come true, sir
What do I say, what do I say?
Here’s what I say to you, sir

I can’t do it, I can’t do it
I can’t do it, that’s not me
I’m a loser, I’m a coward
I’m a chicken, don’t you see?

When it comes to wooing women
There’s a few things that I lack
Beautiful girls, wearing nothing but pearls
Cashing me, embracing me, I’d have an attack

Why, you miserable, cowardly, wretched little caterpillar
Don’t you ever want to become a butterfly?
Don’t you want to spread your wings
And flap your way to glory?

We can do it, we can do it
We can grab that holy grail
We can do it, we can do it
Drink Champagne, not ginger ale
Come on, Leo, can’t you see oh

Mr. Bialystock, please stop the song
You’ve got me wrong, I’ll say, “So long”
I’m not as strong a person as you think
Mr. Bialystock, just take a look
I’m not a crook, I’m just a shnook
The bottom line is that I stink, I can’t do it

You see Rio, I see jail
We can do it, I can’t do it, we can do it
I cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot do it
‘Cause I know it’s gonna fail, we can do it
I know it cannot fail
(It’s gonna fail)

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