“Alternative” Lyrics 84

Topic: Donald J. Trump; Star Spangled Banner; United States of America
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Politicians
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
“You Never Even Call Me by My Name” by David Allen Coe

Well, it was all
That I could do to keep from crying’
Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

You don’t have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don’t have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don’t have to call me Merle Haggard anymore
Even though you’re on my fighting’ side

And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

Well, I’ve heard my name
A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
And I’ve seen it on signs where I’ve played
But the only time I know
I’ll hear “David Allan Coe”
Is when Jesus has his final judgment day

So I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me by my name

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
And he told me it was the perfect country & western song
I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country & western song
Because he hadn’t said anything at all about mama
Or trains, or trucks, or prison, or getting’ drunk
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me
And after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country & western song
And I felt obliged to include it on this album
The last verse goes like this here

Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train

And I’ll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing’ in the rain, no
But you don’t have to call me darlin’, darlin’
You never even called me
Well, I wonder why you don’t call me
Why don’t you ever call me by my name

“Alternative” Lyrics 83

Topic: Donald J. Trump; United States of America; All Other Countries;
Auxiliary Topic: Robert Mueller; United States of America
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Vladimir Putin
“Belle” by Paige O’Hara, Richard White and Chorus from Beauty and the Beast

Little town, it’s a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town, full of little people
Waking up to say

Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!

There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town

(Dialog)

Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell?

Never part of any crowd
‘Cause her head’s up on some cloud
No denying she’s a funny girl that Belle

Bonjour!
Good day!
How is your family?
Bonjour!
Good day!
How is your wife?
I need six eggs!
That’s too expensive!

There must be more than this provincial life

(Dialog)

Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she’s feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle

Oh, isn’t this amazing?
It’s my favorite part because–you’ll see
Here’s where she meets Prince Charming
But she won’t discover that it’s him ’til chapter three!

Now it’s no wonder that her name means “beauty”
Her looks have got no parallel

But behind that fair façade
I’m afraid she’s rather odd
Very different from the rest of us

She’s nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!

(Dialog)

Right from the moment when I met her, saw her
I said she’s gorgeous and I fell
Here in town there’s only she
Who is beautiful as me
So I’m making plans to woo and marry Belle

Look there he goes
Isn’t he dreamy?
Monsieur Gaston
Oh, he’s so cute!
Be still, my heart
I’m hardly breathing
He’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

Bonjour
Pardon
Good day
Mais oui!
You call this bacon?
What lovely grapes!
Some cheese
Ten yards!
One pound
‘Scuse me!
I’ll get the knife
Please let me through!
This bread
Those fish
It’s stale!
They smell!
Madame’s mistaken

There must be more than this provincial life!

Just watch, I’m going to make Belle my wife!

Look there she goes, the girl is strange, but special
A most peculiar mademoiselle!

It’s a pity and a sin
She doesn’t quite fit in

‘Cause she really is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny girl
She really is a funny girl
That Belle!

Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; United States of America
“Trashin’ the Camp” by Phil Collins and *NSYNC from Tarzan

Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah doo dap
Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah dobby op
Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah doo dap
Do bop she doo whoo

Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah doo dap
Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah dobby op
Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah doo dap
Do bop she doo whoo

Ooh, shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah doo dap
Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah dobby op
Wap pap pada doo wa wa
Shooby doop dobby dop dobby doop dobby dah dah doo dap

Do bop she doo whoo
Do bop she doo whoo
Do bop she doo whoo, whoo
Do bop she doo whoo

“Alternative” Lyrics 58

Topic: Donald J. Trump Jr.; Julian Assange; Wikileaks; Robert Mueller; Donald J. Trump; Trump Family
Auxiliary Topic: Republicans; Citizens of the United States of America
“Talk to Me” by Stephen Lynch

I came down to the breakfast table
Felt like I could die
I tried so hard, but wasn’t able
To look you in the eye
For I am feeling so much shame
Yes I have brought disgrace
Could tell I soiled my good name
By the look upon your face.

Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it
No use denying it, I was really cranking it
Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
If you could just forgive me, and talk to me, dad
Talk to me dad

I didn’t hear you enter, no I didn’t hear the door
With my hand upon my member and my pants upon the floor
Now burnt to your brain is an image you despise
Like blood and guts and starving kids and Stevie Wonder’s eyes

Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it
No use denying it, I was really cranking it
Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
But I wouldn’t use those tissues; they’ve already been had
Talk to me dad

The look upon your face made my swollen glad diminish
So I said “could you close the door, I really wanna finish.”
Now daddy, I’m ashamed and I completely understand
If you never wanna hug again or even shake my hand

Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it
No use denying it, I was really cranking it
Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
Just because it was your bed, it’s not that bad

When I was only 17 you told me it was dirty
So it must be really creepy when you kid is pushing 30
But you cannot tell me, dad, you have never had a whack
At the thing that hangs below your belt and bumps into your sack

Well it seems last night you caught me spanking it
No use denying it, I was really cranking it
Well dry your eyes, don’t be so sad
But I wouldn’t use those tissues, they’ve already been
Just because it was your bed it’s not that
Oh daddy, daddy, please forgive me, and talk to me, dad
Talk to me dad

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; United States of America
“I Love It” by Icona Pop feat. Charli XCX

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.

You’re on a different road, I’m in the Milky Way
You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
You’re so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
You’re from the 70’s, but I’m a 90’s bitch

I love it!
I love it!

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.

You’re on a different road, I’m in the Milky Way
You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
You’re so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
You’re from the 70’s, but I’m a 90’s bitch

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it, I love it.
I don’t care.
I love it.

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