“Alternative” Lyrics 504

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
Auxiliary Topic: Resistance
“Iko Iko” by the Dixie Cups

My grandma and your grandma were sittin’ by the fire
My grandma told your grandma “I’m gonna set your flag on fire

Talkin’ ’bout, hey now hey now I-ko, I-ko, un-day

Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

Look at my king all dressed in red I-ko, I-ko, un-day
I betcha five dollars he’ll kill you dead, jock-a-mo fee na-né

Talkin’ ’bout, hey now hey now I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

My flag boy and your flag boy were sittin’ by the fire
My flag boy told your flag boy “I’m gonna set your flag on fire”

Talkin’ ’bout, hey now hey now I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

See that guy all dressed in green I-ko, I-ko, un-day
He’s not a man, he’s a lovin’ machine jock-a mo fee na-né

Talkin’ ’bout, hey now hey now I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

Talkin’ ’bout, hey now hey now I-ko, I-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né

https://youtu.be/OuC519ni1aE

“Alternative” Lyrics 498

Topic: Donald J. Trump’s Base; Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party
“A Soalin'” by Peter, Paul and Mary

Hey ho, nobody home
Meat nor drink nor money, have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home

Hey ho, nobody home
(Meat nor drink nor money, have I none)
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

God bless the master of this house and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates, we wish you ten times more

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty, we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber’
For we’ll come no more a ‘Soalin till this time next year

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’ penny will do
If you haven’t got a ha’ penny then God bless you

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

Now to the Lord, sing praises all you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood, each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

https://youtu.be/Zk–7dzoRDU

“Alternative” Lyrics 494

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Living in a Bubble” by Eiffel 65

The bubbles are not reality, it’s inside your head
Makin’ you forget where you’re from and what’s behind
Isn’t it suspicious how the world is now your friend
Gettin’ in return one thousand more than what you can never send?
Oh yeah

We live in a bubble, baby
A bubble’s no reality
You’ve got to have a look outside
Nothing in the bubble is the way it’s supposed to be
And when it blows, you’ll hit the ground
Oh yeah

The bubble’s not reality, but it’s inside your mind
And makin’ you forget where you’re from and what’s behind
Isn’t it suspicious how the world is now your friend
And gettin’ in return one thousand more than whatever you could ever send?

The bubble doesn’t make you, but it’s you that’s made the bubble
And you better try to remember that it’s in your head
The bubble is a very tricky thing, all full of hype, and it’s not easy to try to see
The way that things are and they’ll always be

We live in a bubble, baby
A bubble’s no reality
You’ve got to have a look outside
Nothing in the bubble is the way it’s supposed to be
And when it blows, you’ll hit the ground

Live in a bubble, baby
But it’s not the place to be
‘Cause it’s a place of lies and hype
Don’t believe the bubble ’cause it’s nothin’ but a dream
And when it blows, you’ll be alone
Oh yeah

The bubble’s not reality, but it’s inside your mind
And makin’ you forget where you’re from and what’s behind
Isn’t it suspicious how the world is now your friend
And gettin’ in return one thousand more than whatever you could ever send?

The bubble doesn’t make you, but it’s you that’s made the bubble
And you better try to remember that it’s in your head
The bubble is a very tricky thing, all full of hype, and it’s not easy to try to see
The way that things are and they’ll always be

Live in a bubble, baby
A bubble’s no reality
You’ve got to have a look outside
Nothing in the bubble is the way it’s supposed to be
And when it blows, you’ll hit the ground

Live in a bubble, baby
But it’s not the place to be
‘Cause it’s a place of lies and hype
Don’t believe the bubble ’cause it’s nothin’ but a dream
And when it blows, you’ll be alone
Oh yeah

Livin’ in the city means livin’ for the go
One for da money, me say two for da show
I spend a lot of cash and I buy a new house
Everybody justa watch while me drive me new car
I have everything and nothing is missin’
I spending all my time huggin’ and kissing
Sleeping in the most expensive hotels
Hangin’ out with the most beautiful girl
And everywhere I go, people justa follow me
You know I’m famous, I’m on every screen
I travel around the world in my private jet
And I see my face in every magazine
I make a livin’ as a big VIP
Life has become everything that I see
I got my name up in the stars
Famous all over from here straight to Mars

Live in a bubble, baby
A bubble’s no reality
You’ve got to have a look outside
Nothing in the bubble is the way it’s supposed to be
And when it blows, you’ll hit the ground

Live in a bubble, baby
But it’s not the place to be
‘Cause it’s a place of lies and hype
Don’t believe the bubble ’cause it’s nothin’ but a dream
And when it blows, you’ll be alone

The bubbles are not reality, it’s inside your head
Makin’ you forget where you’re from and what’s behind
Isn’t it suspicious how the world is now your friend
Gettin’ in return one thousand more than what you can never send?
Oh yeah

https://youtu.be/CX8Vw9whIhk

“Alternative” Lyrics 491

Topic:Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Evangelicals
“He’s a Tramp” by Peggy Lee from Lady and the Tramp

What a dog (x2)

He’s a tramp
But they love him
Breaks a new heart
Ev’ry day
He’s a tramp
They adore him
And I only hope
He’ll stay that way
He’s a tramp
He’s a scoundrel
He’s a rounder
He’s a cad
He’s a tramp
But I love him
Yes, even I
Have got it pretty bad

You can never tell
When he’ll show up
He gives you
Plenty of trouble
I guess he’s just a
No ‘count pup
But I wish that he
Were double

He’s a tramp
He’s a rover
And there’s nothing
More to say
If he’s a tramp
He’s a good one
And I wish that I
Could travel his way

Wish that I could travel his way (x2)

https://youtu.be/PzIkMaM5PFw

“Alternative” Lyrics 490

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Evangelicals
“Waltzing Matilda” by Various

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his “Billy” boiled,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Chorus:
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda,
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his “Billy” boiled,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

Down came a jumbuck to drink at that billabong,
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he shoved that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

(Chorus)

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his thoroughbred.
Down came the troopers, one, two, and three.
“Whose is that jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker bag?
You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

(Chorus)

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong.
“You’ll never catch me alive!” said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong:
“You’ll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.”

(Chorus)

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