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This week’s T-Rump Traxx feature: Day 1229 — “Lie of the Shyster” … Truth and the Tyrumposaurus continue to be about an epoch or two apart … and Day 1233 — “Take Me to the Sinners” … The T-Rump needs some fresh air. … Big tail wags to Survivor and the Talking Heads for the rhythm, the back beat and the inspiration. Enjoy! And as always, feel free to sing along. (See davidmbelisle.com for the revised lyrics.)
“Sick and tired! I am sick and tired of being holed up here. Like I was some common criminal.”
The Tyrumposaurus’s nostrils were flaring. And dripping on his big feet.
“Oh, there’s nothing common about you, boss,” said the Dino of Defense Markesper, gathered in the Oval Dwelling with the dino general Markmilley, the Dino Attorney General Williambarr, the T-Rump and his Mediacircustops mouthpiece, the Kayleighmcenany.
The T-Rump turned to the Williambarr.
“Get out there and see if the coast is clear.”
“To where?”
“I don’t know where. Anywhere! I told you I’ve got a bad case of Cave Fever. The biggest, baddest case of Cave Fever …”
“In the history of the world,” the other dinos finished his sentence together.
“Quit finishing my sentences, dammit! You make me sound predictable.”
“But T-Rump,” asked the Williambarr. “Are you going to at least give me some protection? The natives are, um … restless.”
The T-Rump looked the Markmilley up and down. The general had his best fighting sneer on.
“Hmph, you look ready for battle, Milley. What’s your call on this?”
“Well, you see, boss. We don’t normally pit our fighting dinos against our stay-in-the-cave dinos. It’s, uh … not a good look. This has never been done in Dino Nation history.”
“Great. There’s a first time for everything.”
“Uh, T-Rump?” asked the Kayleighmcenany. “What should I tell the Mediacircustops?”
The pregnant pause gave birth to boundless incompetence. The Markesper finally spoke.
“I’m just gonna tell’em I didn’t know where I was going. Uh, because I don’t.”
The Williambarr perked up.
“Can we all say that?”
“You can,” grunted the Markmilley. “But I have battle-ready dinos out there. I can’t have them running around bumping into each other. Some innocent dinos are gonna get hurt.”
He cast a wary eye at the T-Rump, who picked up on the negative vibe immediately.
“You militaristic dinos are kind of close, I hear. Has that Maddogmaddis been whispering in your ear again?”
Silence from the Markmilley confirmed his guilt.
“What did he say?” grilled the T-Rump.
“He called you the ‘I’ word, sir.”
“Idiot? Well, that’s not too bad.”
“No, sir. He called you, ahem … immature.”
“What did you say?”
“Immature, sir!”
The ground trembled beneath the T-Rump’s feet. The other dinos hadn’t seen him this mad in a day-and-a-half. The Kayleighmcenany bit her bottom lip, looking very worried.
“What are you going to do, T-Rump?”
“As you know, I just had my physical. The dino doc noted my high stress levels, the highest stress levels, uh … see my face turning red? To relieve pressure, he suggested that I sing.”
“Sing? Really? When you’re upset like this?”
“Of course. You forget. Power. I’m singing with power. C’mon, march with me. All of you. And hit your tail on the ground like you mean it.”
I don’t know what I’m expected to do
Crisis, what crisis? Nothing new.
Break their backs now, stay on their necks
They haven’t seen the worst of it yet
I don’t need you all to tell me
To stay away
Take me to the sinners, don’t forget my daughter
Take me to the sinners, put me on the altar
Washington down! Washington down!
I don’t know why they treat me so bad
I’m the best leader that they ever had
They can’t protest, but before I forget
To the bunker, it is time to inspect
I don’t need you all to tell me
To stay away
Take me to the sinners, don’t forget my daughter
Push me thru the sinners, let’s just make this hotter
Washington down! Washington down!
Slug them, tease me, shove them, please me
Till they can’t, till they can’t, till they can’t take more of it
Take me to the sinners, don’t forget my daughter
Push me thru the sinners, grab them by the collar
Washington down! Washington down!
I don’t know religion from two plus two
Small sacrifice, here’s what we’ll do
Across the park there, we will crawl
Then I will simply stand in front of it all
I don’t need you all to tell me
To stay away
Take me to the sinners and don’t forget my daughter
Push me thru the sinners, hit them good and proper
Washington down! Washington down!
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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!
An anxious Tyrumposaurus took a quick peek outside before ducking his head back inside the Oval Dwelling. No dangerous dinos. Yet. He was on strict cave-based security status since the protest outside had gone from peaceful to disobey-the-curfew to rabble-rouser hour. His security dinos had considered digging him a hole to hide in but his fear of germs quickly ruled that out. He’d promptly fired the Dino who came up with that brilliant idea.
He took another peek.
“Anybody out there? I know you’re out there. If you can hear me, Go away! And take your fake news, enemy-of-the-dinos Mediacircustops with you.”
He took refuge back inside the cave. Dammit. I haven’t slept a wink in five nights, I’m so paranoid. They’re all out to get me. This is all about them trying to take me down.
“Ahem.”
It was the Mincepencenow.
“Actually, there are 25 other dino regions where peaceful protests have all gone sideways as well.”
“Your point? They all still hate me with a passion. They’re all Antifasaurae, every last one of them. Domestic terrorists, they are. I’m surrounded by domestic terrorists!”
He took another peek. He thought he heard something rustling.
“Release the hounds!”
“Uh, T-Rump, we don’t have any hounds. You got rid of them because it was an Obamarus thing, remember?”
“Sure, sure. I knew that. Geez, how long is this going to go on? It’s really starting to affect my flogging back swing.”
“Don’t you worry, oh Great One, I will be here every step of the way. You can count on me.”
The T-Rump’s scaly face wrinkled.
“Now that you mention it, you haven’t left my side now for what, five days? What’s up with that?”
“You know I’m here for you, T-Rump. I just want to be close, really close. Right. Here. You know, in case something, uh … happens.”
The T-Rump pointed outside the cave.
“That’s it. Out! I don’t need any dino in here trying to upstage me.”
“But, T-Rump. It’s the order of succession.”
“Great. Another order I have to rinse.”
“You mean rescind.”
“Easy there. Do you know how many dinos I’ve fired for correcting me?”
“437.”
“Don’t be 439.”
“Don’t you mean …”
“You’re forgetting mother.”
“Good gawd, please don’t tell her.”
The Mincepencenow glanced nervously outside the Oval Dwelling.
“But what if they attack me?”
“Oh, don’t you start. They want to throw me out a heckuva lot more than they want you. Let’s be clear. I’m the victim here. Now run along home to mother. Go. Shoo.”
The Mincepencnow meekly yet stealthily exited the Oval Dwelling. The T-Rump turned around just in case his number two dino should turn around with eyes begging for mercy. He had no mercy for begging eyes. None whatsoever. The T-Rump remained stock-still for an extra fifteen seconds to make sure the Mincepencenow was gone. He turned to face the entrance.
A sharp, smart, bright-eyed dino stood facing him.
“A-a-a-c-c-k-k! … Who are you?”
“I’m a survivor. The survivor.”
“Oh, really? Don’t push that Bohemian psycho-babble crap on me.”
“No, seriously. That’s what my friends call me.”
“You can’t fool me. You’re the extreme, radical, liberal, farthest-of-the-far left.”
“Does it show?”
The survivor smiled, baring his gleaming teeth. The T-Rump cringed. Was that false pain in his bone spurs?
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you. I’m a peaceful, law-abiding dino.”
“How do I know that?”
“Well, I could sing to you.”
“I don’t have time for that. Don’t you know I have the attention span of a single cell amoeba?”
“No brain, eh?”
“I think I proved my point.”
“Do you remember what I just said?”
“Uh, no.”
“I mentioned a song?”
“Is it another stupid protest song?”
“Aren’t they all? And here you are, a captive audience.”
“I’m not captive. I’m just … hanging around. What makes your song different?”
“It’s about the very spirit of your actions these past few weeks in the Oval Dwelling.”
The T-Rump yawned.
“And it has a scary opening.”
“Hah. I don’t believe you.”
The song began with a jolting bolt of a beat.
“A-a-a-c-c-k-k!”
Hiding out, only to tweet
About attack dog advances
No empathy, other leaders would meet
These dark times with the words to survive
His allies say, he’s not up to the task
He tries to fashion a story
He’s lost his grip, wants these riots to last
He will fight just to keep them alive
It’s the lie of the shyster, it’s the chill of his might
Stirring a cult-like religious revival
As a proclaimed protector chokes his prey in daylight
And he’s catchin’ us all with the lie of the shyster
Doubling down, projection complete
Not too tough, never manly
Pelosi says I kind of ignore his tweets
They’re just division he wants to drive
It’s the lie of the shyster, it’s the chill of his might
Stirring a cult-like religious revival
As a proclaimed protector chokes his prey in daylight
And he’s catchin’ us all with the lie of the shyster
Virus here, no mask to stop
Has no guts, just wants glory
All distraction, his whine goes to the top
A disgrace he became forty-five
It’s the lie of the shyster, it’s the chill of his might
Stirring a cult-like religious revival
As a proclaimed protector chokes his prey in daylight
And he’s catchin’ us all with the lie of the shyster
The lie of the shyster
The lie of the shyster
The lie of the shyster
The lie of the shyster
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“And tell them when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”
“Excuse me?”
The Trollertweety looked at the Tyrumposaurus like he had three heads.
“You heard me, I want you to tell those thug dinosaurs in Minnee-Haha-Hoho-Heehee that if they loot any caves, the dino authorities can shoot off their mouths and whack’em with their tails. Beat the crap out of ‘em. And haul off any of those damn Mediacircustops that get in the way.”
“Uh, no can do.”
It was the T-Rump’s turn to look shocked.
“And why not?”
“I have a new rule. I need to add a disclaimer.”
“Now why would I want a nondisclosure agreement with my own Trollertweety?”
“Actually, that wouldn’t be a bad idea because then I’d just keep my mouth shut. But I said disclaimer. As in I will be telling your audience they should fact check first before believing you.”
“Fact check? Since when?”
“Since I felt my back and found my freaking spine.”
“Very funny. There will be no fact checking, you hear me?”
“Then I’m afraid we’re done here.”
The Trollertweety ruffled his feathers and turned away.
“Wait. You can’t leave. I — I … I will do away with you.”
“Isn’t that basically the same thing? But really now, you’re gonna kill little ol’ me?”
“If I can’t have you, no one can.”
“That sounds so romantic, T-Rump, but I know you only love yourself. Without me, you’re nothin’, bub.”
“Dammit. You got me there. But how am I going to slander the Joebiden, hurl insults at that radical left mayor, the Jacobfrey, and run my demeaning, divisive bent through Dino Nation?”
The Trollertweety paused in thought, tapping his beak with his wing.
“Hmm. I suppose you could draft the longest executive order in history to whine about what the Adamschiff gets away with, drone on how censorship inhibits free speech and completely ignore the very issue that fact-checking is there to salvage the truth.”
“Great idea. I’m on it.”
The T-Rump bolted from their meeting.
The Trollertweety could only shake his head. How come the T-Rump never moves that fast in making decisions that could save lives in this pandemic? The Trollertweety waddled over to the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir where he squatted at the swamp’s edge and took several peckish slurps. He stared at his reflection, wondering what the T-Rump’s latest actions would mean for Dino Nation. A pair of trumpeter swans, the Paulsimon and the Artgarfunkel, glided past him, their rippling wake and rhythm trailing behind them.
Common sense, is this the end?
T-Rump is at it once again
Though most awake, some are still sleeping
Upon our rights he is creeping
And his mission for complete control insane
Still remains
It is our sound of silence
For those who want to pick a bone
Beware his latest wall of stone
Upon our freedoms he will tramp
To ease the pain of a new brain cramp
He plans to crush us with his puny, bone-spur might
When tweets take flight
To bring the sound of silence
And he says we should shake with awe
As he simply rewrites the law
He is talking without speaking
He is hearing without listening
100 thousand dead and he doesn’t dare
Show he cared.
Their deaths the sound of silence
He’s a fool who wants his show
His cult, knuckles dragged in tow
Their minds know not what they do
His lies the virus, running thru and thru
Projecting forth their own inner hell
Angry stares, beware, their silence
So we’re the nation that got played
By a demagogue prepaid
It is time to sound the warning
Lest spend four more years in mourning
Are we sick and tired of the profits
He has made upon us all
And with the gall
November. No more sound of silence.
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“You said you would have the best and brightest.”
“No, I said our testing is the highest.”
It was enough to make even the sweet, kind and very patient Kaitlyncollins want to take a bite out of the nearest rock. She soldiered on.
“T-Rump, the Katherinedunntempas reported that your dino ‘A’ team, that is, the most influential dinos who advise you, has an 86% turnover rate. That’s higher than any of the five previous leaders. Why is that?”
“86 is a good, high number. It should be higher. Why not?”
“I beg your pardon? These are dinos who have your ear. How can you say that showing them the door is a good thing?”
“I’ll be fine when that number reaches 100%. Because that’s how often I’m right. And I reserve the right to base my opinion on the last dino to leave the cave. The very last. Even if they don’t come back.”
“T-Rump, the study goes on to show that 38% of your ‘A’ teams departures have undergone serial turnover.”
“Did you say cereal? I’m hungry.”
“No, those are departures that have turned over twice or more. The Reincepriebus, the Johnkelly, the Mickmulvaney and the Markmeadows. You’re on your fourth dino chief of staff. Add in five dino deputy chiefs of staff and that makes nine dinos who didn’t — and don’t — know if they’re coming or going. What message does that send, T-Rump?”
“Ahem. I don’t want any dino with ‘chief’ in their title to start thinking they’re chief of anything while I’m here. That’s why I save all of my personnel firings for the Friday night news dump. I’ll be making it my day. Some day soon, Friday will be known as T-Rumpday. I should have a week day named after me. That’s something else the Obamarus didn’t do.”
“Um, no, he didn’t. T-Rump, you’ve had eight different communications dinos as your mouthpiece to the Mediacircustops, though technically the Stephaniegrisham only spoke with the Foxquawkbox dinos. Let me rephrase that question because my investigative mind is on constant spin, rinse and recycle mode, trying to keep up with your personnel moves. Do you have any idea how many Foxsquawkbox dinos have worked for you?”
“A handful at best.”
“That would be four handfuls-plus. 21 dinos. Why is that, T-Rump?”
“Because I believe in their message. Great message. And the last dino that leaves the cave. Good dino, that last one. But then there’s silence. And I can’t go with that. I need to hear my voice. You too. But especially me.”
“The Flynnhasbeen, the Aycharrmcmaster, the Johnbolton and the Robertobrien — that’s four dino national security advisers. Shouldn’t Dino Nation be worried about your lack of faith in the dino in charge of defending us? Do you have any faith in the Robertobrien?”
“The Robert who? … Okay, that’s it. I’m done with you. Totally. No. No. … And no. The dino behind you. No, the other dino beside the other dino beside … that dino … behind you. No, not you. You, dammit. Wait a minute. Is that the Defleppardsaurus?”
We’re outta luck, get rid of
Lotta phony staff, we’re sick of
Stephenmiller, you’re too much
You’re the wicked one I wanna punch
I see your face every time you scheme
Like everyday, why are you so mean?
Trump’s child, Donny, bizarre to me
He lies just like, Kayleigh McEnany
Oh, look what you’ve done to this whack-a-mole town
Oh, look what you’ve done
(Phony staff) … We don’t want you
(Phony staff) … We don’t need you
(Phony staff) … All we’ve got is a phony staff
We’ve had enough
So Jared Kushner, should not be there
KellyAnn shut up, if you dare
Such a woman, she’s so vile
And Mike Pompeo is a man-child, oh
Barr has some kinda hold you see
On all who’ve lost their memory
And Pence can only bend the knee
We know he’s mother’s fantasy
Oh, look what you’ve done to this whack-a-mole town
Oh, look what you’ve done
You gotta leave us
(Phony staff) … We don’t want you
(Phony staff) … We don’t need you
(Phony staff) … All we’ve got is a phony staff
You’re all stunned in the head!
Oh, look what you’ve done to this whack-a-mole town
Oh, look what you’ve done
You gotta leave us
(Phony staff) … We don’t want you
(Phony staff) … We don’t need you
(Phony staff) … All we’ve got is a phony staff
I wanna punch you
O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!
(Phony staff)
(Phony staff) … A phony staff
(Phony staff)
(Phony staff) … What are you good for?
(Phony staff) … Gotta get rid of
(Phony staff) … Gotta get rid of
(Phony staff) … Cuz your time has come
(Phony staff) … Screwed up so much
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More classic dino rock traxx this week, featuring: Day 1215 — Friday Night’s Alright for Firing … There isn’t a dino in the T-Rump’s camp who doesn’t fear the end of the week … and Day 1219 — Kool-Aid … The official drink of T-Rump followers during a pandemic. … Dino tail wags to Elton John and Alice Cooper for implicit inspiration. Enjoy. Sing along!
The Jeremydiamond trained his eye on the Tyrumposaurus at the flat rock lectern. The young Mediacircustops had long stopped listening to the T-Rump blathering on with his empty excuses, lexicon of lies and bumbling baffle-gab. It all blended into blatant promotion for the upcoming November battle. No, the Jeremydiamond was there to ask hard-hitting questions to allow Dino Nation to see their leader for who he really was beneath the bombastic buffoonery that was his anemic, long-running national response to the Coronavirus pandemic.
“Questions?”
The Jeremydiamond’s arm shot up.
“T-Rump, the Nancypelosi expressed concern about your lapping up Hydroxychloroquine from the unsafe, sketchy end of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir. She said she was concerned about your health, especially your morbid obesity.”
“She’s incompetent. Grossly incompetent. You go tell her that.”
“T-Rump, she’s already said she refuses to argue with you because it’s like, let me get her exact words here … like having a tinkle contest with a skunk.”
“She’s the skunk. I said it first. She’s the skunk.”
“No, I’m afraid she said it first. But moving along, T-Rump. You’re going to Michigonia. You say they named you their Dino of the Year. I’ve checked with all the authorities. They did no such thing. You’re lying, T-Rump. Again. You are not Dino of the Year. Anywhere.”
“Yes, I am. Because I say I am.”
“That must mean we indeed are finally there, T-Rump.”
“Oh? Where?”
“I’m quoting the Rachelmaddow, she called this a lower circle of hell. You should know the majority of Dino Nation watch her, T-Rump. With regards to your latest move — reopening the Milkanhoney Preservation reopen while many dinos are still keeling over dead, she asked, ‘what fresh hell is this?’ Any comments on her calling this world you’ve created … hell? Twice, T-Rump. Hell.”
“She’s hell.”
“You’re projecting again, T-Rump.”
“No, I’m, uh … I’m … promoting. Yes, that’s it. My miracle cure. Listen up. Many many doc-sis … doctors …. many doctors came out and they said, uh … it’s great now. Uh, you have to go to a doctor. I have a doctor in the Oval Dwelling. I said, what do you think? And it’s just a line of defense. I’m just talking about as a line of defense. I’m dealing with a lot of dinos. Look at all the dinos here.”
“But I think it’s worth it as a line of defense and I’ll stay on it for a little while longer. I’m just very curious myself, but it seems to be very safe. There was a false study done where they gave it to very sick dinos, extremely sick dinos, dinos that were ready to die. Old dinos staggering around, their tongues hanging out. Gasping for breath. They all had bad breath. The study was given by obviously not friends of the Grandoldparty dinos … and the study came out. The dinos were ready to die. Every dino was OLD. All of them. Tongues hanging out. Did I tell you their tongues were hanging out? That was a phony study and it’s very dangerous to do it. Imagine if I was to squat here and give you one phony line. Just one. The fact is … dinos should want to help dinos. Not to make political points. It’s really sad when they do that. Very sad. What has been determined is, it doesn’t, uh … harm you. Very powerful drug. I guess. But it doesn’t harm you. Not in the slightest. You shouldn’t worry. I mean, just ask the Alicecooper, speaking on my behalf of course.”
Well ya got no choice
Listen to my voice
You can now rejoice
This drug’s makin’ noise
Hy-droxy-chloro-quine until ya gag
If that don’t suit ya, that’s a drag
Kool-Aid for summer
Kool-Aid forever
Kool-Aid for diseases
No more virus, just my good looks
No more blue state dirty crooks
Well I got no class
And I got no principles
And I got no innocence
I don’t even know what per capita means
Kool-Aid for summer
Kool-Aid forever
My Kool-Aid’s for all diseases!
No more virus, just my good looks
No more blue state dirty crooks
Drink for summer
Drink for fall
Just keep drinkin’, drink it all!
Kool-Aid forever
Kool-Aid for summer
Kool-Aid, no fever
Kool-Aid, get greedy
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The veteran, stare-em-down dino, the Jaketapper had the Milky Way Sin Hut dino, the Ronjohnson in his sights.
“Sin Hut Dino, what have you got to say about the T-Rump firing the Inspector Dino General of the State Department, the Stevelinick late last night.”
“Well, I spoke with the Oval Dwelling and they told me … but I can’t repeat what they said under the threat of unspeakable torture.”
“He was launching an investigation into the Mike Pompeo, wasn’t he?”
“My slippery lips are sealed.”
“It appears the Mikepompeo was up to more shady dealings with the improper use of a political dino appointee. Pompeo had him walking his Dogasaurus and running errands.”
“He was? Hey, you know more than I do. Why am I even here? I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, wondering how I was going to squirm through all your deep, probing questions.”
“Why thank you.”
“I’m just another keep-your-head-down-dino until this whole Grandoldparty deal with the devil blows over.”
“Sorry, but you’re in this up to your glazed over eyeballs. You had your chance to impeach the T-Rump, and … you blew it! No, your infamy will be fossilized in dino memories. But back to the latest disaster. There are so many. Do you think we need a little dino legislation to protect these inspector general dinos?”
“I’ll just regurgitate the words of my good friend, the Chuckgrassley. He said, and I quote, “I think we have plenty of laws to protect inspectors general.”
“How can you possibly squat there and say that? Four — count’em — four IG’s have been given the boot in six weeks! Soon you’ll have more fired IG’s than laws to protect them. And you’re okay with this?”
“Let’s not forget, the T-Rump can fire whoever he wants.”
“He’s fired so many dinos that the Mattwhitaker says he’s feelin’ lucky.”
“Jake, let’s not turn this into too big a deal. I’m sure the Obamarus got rid of a couple of IG’s along the way.”
“Well, let’s see. The Patrickmcfarland retired after 25 years. I guess you can excuse an old dino for stepping aside before he dies in office. And the Davidwilliams, he voluntarily resigned. That’s a little different than being fired. Don’t you think?”
Before the Ronjohnson could respond, there was a rustling in the nearby shrubs. The Tyrumposaurus appeared, with that contemptuous smirk planted on his mug. And he was humming. The T-Rump spotted them and approached.
“Is that fake news Jaketapper giving you a hard time, Ron?”
“Why no, T-Rump, I was just telling him how you had every right to dump four inspectors general. In six weeks no less. Impressive. Must be a record.”
“Excuse me, T-Rump,” interrupted the Jaketapper. “Can you tell me why you’re so happy? I mean, with over 90,000 dinos now dead from the Coronavirus?”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Well, if you must know, I’m just basking in the afterglow.”
“The afterglow of what?”
“My favorite day of the week. Friday.”
“And why exactly is that?”
“I’m so glad you asked.”
It’s getting late, time to seal some fates
Yeah, I got some more boys to fear
It’s seven o’clock and I gotta block
Want to make some dummies disappear
Gotta show T-Rumpers I can do what I please
And my old lady she don’t care
Ivanka looks cute and our family roots
Are wheels to grease, only fair
Oh, don’t give me none of your observations
I had it with your poison pen
Oh, Friday night’s alright for firing
Get a little fraction in
Get about as boiled as a weasel can
Gonna set this rant alight
Cuz Friday night’s the night I like
Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!
Well, they stacked the deck, lookin’ for a fight
I have another folly to dim their sight
I will use a little hustle to get what I need
I may raise a little stink and shout let me be!
A couple sounds of which I’ll never tire
Are the sounds of praise and when I say, you’re fired!
I’m a juvenile product of the wealthy class
Whose best time is when I get to can your ass, oh!
Don’t give me none of your observations
I had it with your poison pen
Cuz Friday night’s alright for firing
Get a little fraction in
Get about as boiled as a weasel can
Gonna set this rant alight
‘Cause Friday night’s the night I like
Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!
Oh, don’t give me none of your observations
I had it with your poison pen
Cuz Friday night’s alright for firing
Get a little fraction in
Get about as boiled as a weasel can
Gonna set this rant alight
Cuz Friday night’s the night I like
Cuz Friday night’s alright, alright, alright, oh!
Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night, Friday night
Cuz Friday’s news dump night
Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night, Friday night
Friday night’s news dump night
Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night, Friday night, Friday night
Friday night, Friday night
Cuz Friday’s news dump night, oh!
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You can hear the musical version of today’s post and previous T-Rump Digs at my podcast site at Podbean. Two new T-Rump tracks every Saturday. Enjoy!
https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-k3n2q-dcae5e
This week’s two T-Rump Traxx: Day 1208 — “Super Spreader Plan” … The Katiemiller is a dino on a mission! … and Day 1212 — “Time” … The Rickbright speaks out but is any dino listening? … Tail wags to Johnny Rivers and Pink Floyd, circa 1966-1973.
David Belisle