“Alternative” Lyrics 574

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Pharmaceutical Industry
“Prom Night Dumpster Baby” by Seth MacFarlane from Family Guy

Baby: I’m just a prom night dumpster baby
I got no mom or dad
Prom night dumpster baby
My story isn’t long but boy it’s awfully sad

Backup Baby Singers: Ba-ba-ba-ba-bum

Baby: And though I came from a hole

Backup Baby Singers: And though he came from a hole

Baby: I’m singin’ right from the soul

Backup Baby Singers: He’s singin’ right from the soul

Baby: My fanny needs a blanket
And somebody to spank it
I miss my mom

Bass Baby: But she’s at the prom

All babies: So I’m a prom night dumpster baby
Prom night dumpster baby
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bum

Baby: And I’m takin’ a stroll

Backup Baby Singers: He’s takin’ a stroll

Baby: I’m takin’ a stroll

Backup Baby Singers: He’s takin’ a stroll

Baby: I’m takin’ a stroll

Backup Baby Singers: He’s takin’ a stroll

Baby: Uh huh-huh-huh I’m takin’ a stroll

Backup Baby Singers: He’s takin’ a stroll

Baby: I’m takin’ a stroll

“Alternative” Lyrics 571

Topic: Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump
“One Jump Ahead” by Brad Kane from Aladdin

Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can’t afford

That’s everything

One jump ahead of the lawmen
That’s all, and that’s no joke
These guys don’t appreciate I’m broke

(Riffraff)

(Street rat)

(Soundrel)

(Take that)

Just a little snack, guys

(Rip him open, take it back, guys)

I can take a hint, gotta face the facts
You’re my only friend, Abu!

Who?
Oh it’s that Aladdin’s hit the bottom
He’s become a one-man rise in crime
I’d blame parents except he hasn’t got ’em

Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!

One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plume

One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I’ll take a stroll around the block

(Stop, thief)

(Vandal)

(Outrage)

(Scandal)

Let’s not be too hasty

(Still I think he’s rather tasty)

Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Otherwise we’d get along

(Wrong)

One jump ahead of the hoofbeats

(Vandal)

One hop ahead of the hump

(Street rat)

One trick ahead of disaster

(Scoundrel)

They’re quick, but I’m much faster

(Take that)

Here goes
Better throw my hand in
Wish me happy landin’
All I gotta do is jump

“Alternative” Lyrics 569

Topic: Donald J. Trump
Auxiliary Topic: Republicans; Republican Party
“Knee Deep” by Zac Brown Band feat. Jimmy Buffett

Gonna put the the world away for a minute
Pretend I don’t live in it
Sunshine gonna wash my blues away

Had sweet love but I lost it

She got too close so I fought her
Now I’m lost in the world trying to find me a better way

Wishing I was knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky breeze and it don’t seem fair
Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise there’s a fire in the sky
Never been so happy
Never felt so high
And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise

Wrote a note said be back in a minute
Bought a boat and I sailed off in it
Don’t think anybody gonna miss me anyway

Mind on a permanent vacation
The ocean is my only medication
Wishing my condition ain’t ever gonna go away

Cause now I’m knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair
Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise there’s a fire in the sky
Never been so happy
Never felt so high
And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise

This champagne shore washing over me
It’s a sweet sweet life living by the salty sea
One day you could be as lost as me
Change you’re geography
Maybe you might be

Knee deep in the water somewhere
Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair
Only worry in the world is the tide gonna reach my chair
Sunrise there’s a fire in the sky
Never been so happy
Never felt so high
And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise

Come on in the water it’s nice
Find yourself a little slice
Grab a backpack of lies
You never know until you try
When you lose yourself
You find the key to paradise

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“Alternative” Lyrics 568

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant

I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me
She said “I never seen a man, who looks so all alone
Could you use a little company?
If you pay the right price, your evening will be nice
Or you can go and send me on my way”
I said “you’re such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself?”
She looked at me and this is what she said

“Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
Ain’t nothing in this world for free
I know I can’t slow down
I can’t hold back though you know I wish I could
No, there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good”

Not even fifteen minutes later, after walking down the street
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight
And then he swept up from behind, he put a gun up to my head
He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight
He said “give me all you’ve got
I want your money, not your life
But if you try to make a move I won’t think twice”
I told him “you can have my cash
But first you know I’ve got to ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?”

He said “there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
Ain’t nothing in this world for free
I know I can’t slow down
I can’t hold back though you know I wish I could
Oh no, there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good”

Well, now a couple hours past and I was sitting at my house
The day was winding down and coming to an end
So I turned on the TV
And flipped it over to the news
And what I saw I almost couldn’t comprehend
I saw a preacher man in cuffs, hr taking money from the church
He stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can’t say much because I know were all the same
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills

You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Money don’t grow on trees
We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed
Ain’t nothing in this world for free
I know, we can’t slow down
We can’t hold back though you know we wish we could
You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

“Alternative” Lyrics 567

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“Redneck Yacht Club” by Craig Morgan

I’m meetin’ my buddies out on the lake
We’re headed out to a special place
We love
That just a few folks know
There’s no signin’ up
no monthly dues
Take your Johnson
Your Mercury
Or your Evinrude
And fire it up
Meet us out at party cove

Come on in the waters fine
Just idle on over
And toss us a line

Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge
Strung together like a floatin’ trailer park
Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long
Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us
The Redneck Yacht Club

Bermuda’s, flip-flops and a tank top tan
He popped his first top at 10 a.m.,
That’s Bob
He’s our president
We’re checkin’ out the girls on the upper deck
Rubbin’ in the 15 S-P-F
Its hot
Everybody’s jumpin’ in

Later on when the sun goes down
We’ll pull out the jar and that old guitar
And pass ’em around

Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge
Strung together like a floatin’ trailer park
Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long
Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us
The Redneck Yacht Club

When the party’s over and we’re all alone
We’ll be makin’ waves in a no wake zone

Basstrackers, Bayliners and a party barge,
Strung together like a floatin’ trailer park
Anchored out and gettin’ loud all summer long
Side by side there’s five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin’ the boat that’s us
The Redneck Yacht Club

Redneck Yacht Club

Redneck Yacht Club

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