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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Ryan Zinke; Environment
“Oil Spill” by Megan Mullally from Bob’s Burgers

Oh, it’s hot and wet and slick
And it’s making everybody sick

Oil spill
Oil spill
Oil spill

It’s on the fish, it’s on the crabs
Smells so close that you can grab it

Oil spill
Oil spill
Oil spill

https://youtu.be/9J6om1pH608

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“Alternative” Lyrics 285

Topic: Resistance
“Robot Parade” by They Might Be Giants

In a future time
Children will work together
To build a giant cyborg

Robot parade, robot parade

Wave the flags that the robots made
Robot parade, robot parade
Robots obey what the children say

There’s electric cars
There’s electric trains
Here comes a robot with electric brains

Robot parade, robot parade
Wave the flags that the robots made
Robot parade, robot parade
Robots obey what the children say

https://youtu.be/zFg5eWbFxEw

“Alternative” Lyrics 284

Topic: Resistance; Donald J. Trump
“The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers

On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep

So we took turns a-starin’
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us,
And he began to speak

He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
Out of readin’ people’s faces
Knowin’ what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don’t mind me sayin’
I can see you’re out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey
I’ll give you some advice”

So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his faced lost all expression
He said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away
And knowin’ what to keep
‘Cause every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die
in your sleep

And when he finished speakin’
He turned back toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em (when to hold ’em)
Know when to fold ’em (when to fold ’em)
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

https://youtu.be/7hx4gdlfamo

“Alternative” Lyrics 283

Topic: Resistance
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Grandpa (Tell Me ’bout the Good Old Days)” by the Judds

Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world’s gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn’t seem so hazy

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days

Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don’t know
And Grandpa, let’s wander back into the past
And paint me the picture
Of long ago

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Those Were the Days” by Carroll O’Connor and Jean Stapleton from All in the Family

Boy, the way Glenn Miller played!
Songs that made the Hit Parade.
Guys like us, we had it made.
Those were the days!

And you knew where you were then.
Girls were girls and men were men.
Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again.

Didn’t need no welfare state.
Everybody pulled his weight.
Gee, our old LaSalle ran great.
Those were the days!

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