Might as well get this one out there ...the time is ripe!


Trump Parody of Crazy Words, Crazy Tune (G)
based on “Crazy Words, Crazy Tune” (1926) by Milton Ager/Jack Yellen …played by Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions and the Grateful Dead        ©? Bill Ogden (2026)

Donald Trump, took to the stump, on the border he did dump, (…he said)
“Vo-do-de-o, vo-do-de-o, do.”
On the scene, 2016, he was volatile he was mean, (…he said)
“Vo-do-de-o, vo-do-de-o, do.”
This escalator, hater, said it was time, way too much crime,
Wheezing, seizing, then he hollered; “No more freeloaders!”
Not routine, seventeen, nominations to pick between, (…it was)
Vo-do-de-o, vo-do-de-o, do.

When the race, steeplechase, came to an end he took first place, (…saying)
“Vo-do-de-o, vo-do-de-o, do.”
Lose no sleep, read and weep, pick that ol’ Mike Pence as Veep, (…with a)
Vo-do-de-o, vo-do-de-o, do.
Said all the voters, emoters, “Look at him run, Son of a gun.”
Election, deflection, then he’d holler: “My followers are not deplorable!”
Late that fall, free-for-all, ballots flying he won it all, (…he said)
“This is the greatest victory in the history of presidential elections.”

Four long years, many tears, with the budget in deep arrears,
Do, do what I do, do what I do.
Hear him snort, “What great sport,” highjacking the Supreme Court,
Do, do what I do, do what I do.
And then the congress, Don’s mess, shut for a phase, 35 days,
Shouting, pouting, then they hollered: “Why can’t we all just get along.”
Goals unreached, power breached, Donald Trump was twice impeached, (…so don’t) Don’t do what I do, don’t do what I do.

Call it fate or conflagrate, a plague would soon incinerate,
Overwhelmingly, so compellingly, bad.
Chinese source, counterforce, swept the whole world in due course,
So compulsively, so repulsively, sad.
And then that virus, tried us, COVID-19, none else to demean,
Chilling, killing, many thought ‘twas self-fulfilling,
Donald cursed, thrashed around, but no scapegoat could be found,
Cast that blame on down, he was battleground, mad.

Ballots cast, reign had past, sanity had come at last,
Fa-la-la-la, Fa-la-la-la, la.
Trump defied, then he lied, no one knows the schemes he tried,
Fa-la-la-la, Fa-la-la-la, la.
His loyal smarmy, army, rallied the 6th, that bloody 6th,
Fighting, back-biting, then they hollered: “Hey, we’re just a bunch of enthusiastic tourists!”
Try to rouse, the people’s house, violence they did espouse,
Fa-la-la-la, Fa-la-la-la, la.

No more fun, Biden won, Donald’s troubles had begun, (…with a)
Mar, mar-a-la—go, mar-a-la—go.
Hushed denials, public trials, pilfered documents and files,
Mar, mar-a-la—go, mar-a-la—go.
And then the market, no sweat, how it did rise, stars in your eyes,
Creeping, leaping, time to holler: “Get me some of that!”
Coffin nail, without fail, get reelected or go to jail,
Mar, mar-a-la—go, mar-a-la—go.

Trouble came, that first debate, Biden stumbled from the gate, (…he said)
Oops! What do I do? What do I do?
Kamala, the party said, though defeat lay just ahead,
What could he do? Everyone knew, Biden was through.
In the election, no fun, Donald won big, democratic renege,
Bragging, unflagging, “Revenge will be mine said the once and future felon!”
Rosy future disappears, we got Trump for four more years,
What? What do we do? What do we do?

Donald back in Washington, his revenge tour’d just begun, (…he said)
Me, me-me-me, me, me in the room.
Loony Cab’net, fractured Court, House and Senate both abort, (… with a)
Me, me-me-me, me, me I assume.
Then with a bankbook, outlook, just like a crook, he undertook,
Fleecing, unceasing, then he’d holler, “What else can I put my name on”
Bibi wants it, yes, I can, now’s the time to bomb Iran, (…with a)
Flash, bang, rat-a-tat-tat, and a boom!

Then ‘twas said, Trump is dead, lots of smiles and frowns ahead,
Where? Where will he go? Where will he go?
Associates, all, advocate, heaven’s calling so don’t be late, (…oh)
Where …where will he go, where will he go?
Perhaps the devil, will revel, “Bring him on down, send in the clown,”
Smiling, beguiling, then he’ll holler: “Let’s all welcome the new guy!”
Donald turns, hope he learns, barbecue’s great but fire burns, (…he said)
“Vo-do-de-o, vo-do-de-o, do.”