Sung to the tune of, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."

It's beginning to look a lot like Belfast, in the USA
Soldiers on the street, and the people that you meet
disappear, cause they've been lifted the next day,

It's beginning to look a lot like Belfast, they way it used to be
Christie shot poor Santa's dog, Hegseth claimed it was the fog
of war on this silent night of peace

A Priest shot in the head, thank the lord that he's not dead,
He only had just begun to pray,
Frogs are gassed with CS gas,
just like in Belfast past
,Troops are kicking down our doors. What can I say?
But it's more and more like Belfast every day.

I love the time I spent in Belfast, back in the seventies,
All the people were so nice, even with the rain and ice,
Someone always brought you a lovely cup' o tea,
Sure, you many have been locked up in long kesh
Naked on a concrete floor,
But they brought you tea and bread,
before kicking you in the head,
Now, we're having fun like that right here.

It's beginning to look a lot like Belfast
Here in MAGA land.
There shooting at lads in boats,
and at anything that floats,
If you send John Stalker, sure that would be grand,
It's beginning to look a lot like Belfast,
Christ would say that's true,
So I wish a happy holiday to you!

Spoken: No, I mean Merry Christmas, I really did! I thought you were Jewish, Please don't take me in guys, I really did think you weren't Christians, I didn't see the guns, Hispanic? NO! I'm Irish, I mean American, Papers? Sure, don't shoot me while I get them out, No they're not forgeries, faic morán, NO I didn't call you a moron, in Irish we say... Irish, no! I mean we cowboys say..