“Alternative” Lyrics 292

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“Ain’t Nobody Here but Us Chickens” by Louis Jordan and his Tympany Five

One night Farmer Brown was taken the air
He locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house somethin’ stirred
When he shouted,”who’s there?”, this is what he heard

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop the fuss, ain’t nobody here but us
We’re chickens trying to sleep and you bust in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
You’re stompin’ around, shakin’ the ground, kickin’ up an awful fuss
We’re chickens trying to sleep and you bust in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it’s a sin

Tomorrow is a busy day, we’ve got things to do, we’ve got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin’ gettin’ chicks to hatch
There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop the fuss, ain’t nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

Tomorrow is a busy day, we’ve got things to do, we’ve got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin’ gettin’ chicks to hatch
There ain’t nobody here but us chickens, there ain’t nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop the fuss, ain’t nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay

It’s easy pickin’, ain’t nobody here but us chickens

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party
“House of the Rising Sun” by Various

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

[Organ Solo]

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one

https://youtu.be/WjsGFM-sVbE

“Alternative” Lyrics 290

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Republicans; Republican Party
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Walkaway Joe” by Trisha Yearwood

Mama told her baby girl take it real slow
Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go
He’s waiting in the car
Mama said girl you won’t get far

Thus are the dreams of an average Jane
Ninety miles an hour down a lovers lane
On a tank of dreams
Oh if she could’ve only seen
That fate’s got cards that it don’t want to show, and

That boy’s just a walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver tell you from the word go
Destined to deceive her
He’s the wrong kind of paradise
She’s gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy’s just a walkaway Joe

Now just a little while into Abilene
He pulls into a station and he robs it clean
She’s waiting in the car, oh, underneath the Texaco star
She only wanted love didn’t bargain for this
She can’t help but love him for the way he his
She’s only seventeen and there ain’t no reasoning
So she’ll ride this ride as far as it can go, ’cause

That boy’s just a walkaway Joe
Born to be a leaver tell you from the word go
Destined to deceive her
He’s the wrong kind of paradise
She’s gonna know it in a matter of time
That boy’s just a walkaway Joe

Somewhere in a roadside motel room
Alone in the silence she wakes up too soon
And reaches for his arms
But she’ll just keep reaching on
For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known

That boy’s just a walk away Joe
Born to be a leaver tell you from the word go
Destined to deceive her
He’s the wrong kind of paradise
But it was just another lesson in life
That boy was a walkaway Joe

Mmm yeah,
All he was was a walkaway Joe
Oh,
(Walkaway Joe)
He was a walkaway Joe
Mmm

https://youtu.be/RCdCuduv0H0

“Alternative” Lyrics 288

Topic: Resistance, Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party
“Penthouse Floor” by John Legend

All this trouble in this here town
All this shit going down
When will they focus, on this
Streets ride up with the TV crews
Look ma, we on the news
But they didn’t notice
Before this
They float above the city lights
Forget the truth inhale the lies
Just enjoy the show
They see us reaching for the sky
Just in order to survive
Maybe we should go

Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Let’s ride the elevator, they can’t keep us out no more
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Penthouse floor

All that bubbly all that wine
Oh man look at the times
Didn’t they notice, notice
Only future I can see, ain’t what it used to be
And I didn’t know this, I didn’t know this
Once you’re above the city lights
Won’t want to spend another night, down there on your own
The holding on display for us
The altitude is dangerous, but we ain’t going home

Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Let’s ride the elevator, it’s what we’ve been waiting for
Can’t keep us out no more (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

I heard this old joke once, it was like, uh
Knock knock, who’s there, it’s us, us who?
Just us, who dis? Just playin’
Just me, new phone, new hair, new era
I’m in the penthouse, baby
Handpicked from bad apples and bad eggs
Held back, I had to grab crab legs
And then there were only but a few
Conversations held with patience, what a party, what a view
What a dress, what a song
What a beautiful time
My folks downstairs still waiting in line
They never been in these rooms
Never stayed with these folks
Never laughed at the news, never hated these jokes
So as I fly in my suit, in a group, undercover
Forcing a new smile, he tells me another
He said “What happened to the boy that climbed up the trunk?”
Then he pushed me off the top and said “Jump, nigga jump!”

Oh don’t bring me down, I need a room up in the clouds
I wanna get there babe, I wanna elevate
Oh my favourite mix
A little ignorance and bliss
In the penthouse babe, go to the penthouse

Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, yeah)
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Let’s ride the elevator, it’s what we’ve been waiting for (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
We’ll tear down those penthouse doors (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Those penthouse doors
We’ll tear down the penthouse doors (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Baby, I’m in the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Baby, let’s ride the elevator
‘Til we can rise some more
Go to the penthouse floor, penthouse floor, oh, oh, oh, oh (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

“Alternative” Lyrics 286

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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