“Alternative” Lyrics 591

Topic: Republicans; Vaccination
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Wrong Way” by Sublime

Annie’s twelve years old, in two more, she’ll be a whore
Nobody ever told her it’s the wrong way
Don’t be afraid
With the quickness, you get laid
For your family, get paid
It’s the wrong way

I gave her all that I had to give
I’m gonna make it hard to live
Salty tears running down to her chin
And it ruins up her makeup
And never wan’ give
A cigarette pressed between her lips
But I’m starin’ at her tits, it’s the wrong way
Strong if I can, but I am only a man
So I take her to the can
It’s the wrong way

The only family that she’s ever had
Is her seven horny brothers and a drunk ass dad
He needed money, so he put her on the street
Everything was going fine, until the day she met me
Happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad?
I’ll do anything I can, it’s the wrong way
We talk all night, tried to make it right
Believe me, shit was tight
It was the wrong way

Don’t run away, if you wanna stay
‘Cause I ain’t here to make you, oh, no
It’s up to you what you really want to do
Spend some time in America
Dub style!

She’ll give you all that she’s got to give
But I’m gonna make it hard to live
Big, salty tears rolling down to her chin
And it smears up her makeup
An’ never wan’ give
So, we ran away
And I’m sorry when I say that straight to this very day
It was the wrong way
She did the hike, don’t matter if I like it, or not
Because she only wants the wrong way

I gave her all that I had to give
She still wouldn’t take it, whoa, no
Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve
And it still ruins her makeup, and never wan’ give

“Alternative” Lyrics 582

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Trump Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Kinda Don’t Care” by Justin Moore

I’ve been watchin’ my weight
I’ve been tryin’ to do right
I’ve been tryin’ to get a little more sleep at night
I’ve been workin’ like a dog
I’ve been goin’ to church
Yeah, I’ve been bein’ so damn good, it hurts

I kinda wanna light up a couple smokes
Kinda want some Crown mixed in my Coke
Kinda wanna hole up in some corner booth somewhere
I kinda wanna find a pretty little thing
That’s kinda like me, don’t want no strings
Knowin’ in the morinin’ that it ain’t goin’ nowhere
But tonight, I kinda don’t care

No, I don’t wanna think
‘Bout nothin’ at all
I don’t wanna sit around here all night, wishin’ you’d call
I kinda wanna drown your memory
Kinda wanna raise my finger to all them used to be’s

I kinda wanna light up a couple smokes
Kinda want some Crown mixed in my Coke
Kinda wanna hole up in some corner booth somewhere
I kinda wanna find a pretty little thing
That’s kinda like me, don’t want no strings
Knowin’ in the morinin’ that it ain’t goin’ nowhere
But tonight, I kinda don’t care

Yeah, tonight I kinda wanna light up a couple smokes
Kinda want some Crown mixed in my Coke
Kinda wanna hole up in some corner booth somewhere
I kinda wanna find a pretty little thing
That’s kinda like me, don’t want no strings
Knowin’ in the morinin’ that it ain’t goin’ nowhere
But tonight, I kinda don’t care
Kinda don’t care
Hell, if you don’t care
Then I kinda don’t care

Aww hell, I don’t care

“Alternative” Lyrics 556

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Donald J. Trump’s Base
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“I Am the Walrus” by the Beatles

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I’m crying

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come

Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
I’m crying, I’m crying
I’m crying, I’m crying

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob

Expert textpert choking smokers
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I’m crying

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob
Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob g’goo

https://youtu.be/t1Jm5epJr10

“Alternative” Lyrics 555

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Whiskey in the Jar” by Various

As I was goin’ over
The Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money, he was countin’

I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said, “Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya”

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money,
Yeah, and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me,
No, never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman,
Yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There’s whiskey in the jar, oh

Being drunk and weary
I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ Molly with me
But I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven,
Yeah, in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols
And I shot him with both barrels

Yeah, musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, ha, yeah
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There’s whiskey in the jar, oh

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah

Now some men like a fishin’
But some men like the fowlin’
Some men like to hear,
To hear the cannonball roarin’
Me, I like sleepin’,
‘Specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison,
Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heh, heh
Whack for my daddy, oh
Whack for my daddy, oh
There’s whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah
Whiskey in the jar, oh

Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, hey
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da
Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, yeah

https://youtu.be/wsrvmNtWU4E

“Alternative” Lyrics 544

Topic: Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims; Donald J. Trump
“The Nanny Named Fran” by Ann Hampton Callaway feat. Liz Callaway from The Nanny

She was working in a bridal shop in Flushing, Queens.
‘Till her boyfriend kicked her out in one of those crushing scenes.
What was she to do?
Where was she to go?

She was out on her fanny.

So over the bridge from Flushing to the Sheffield’s door.
She was there to sell make-up,
But the father saw more.
She had style!
She had flair!
She was there.
That’s how she became the Nanny!

Who would have guessed that the girl we’ve described,
Was just exactly what the doctor prescribed?
Now the father finds her beguiling
(Watch out CC!)
And the kids are actually smiling
(Such joie de vivre!).
She’s the lady in red when everybody else is wearing tan.
The flashy girl from Flushing.
The Nanny named Fran!

https://youtu.be/1bMaS-Dq3Gk

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