I wish I had begun my blog in 2016 instead of 2017. That way, I would have been able to claim ownership of this parody of The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, by the band. I wrote it in July of 2016. But since the topic of the parody just won’t get out of the news, I am posting it now, in honor of the new book by Michael Wolff. I won’t claim complete prescience, but …..
Donald Trump is the name, and I ran to be President,
Till reality set in, and I learned what that job meant,
I was tweeting up a storm, scoring bigly, worried not ’bout form
Told that I was going to fall, it’s a thing I remember not at all
The night they drove the Donald mad, and all the bells were ringing
The night they drove the Donald mad, and all the people were singing, they went
What were we thinking of, he’s loony, and incompetent
Back with my wife in Trump tower, and I showed her my huge hands
She say “Donald, run for office, there’s no one can beat your stands”
Now I possess the candidacy, and I don’t care if Ryan falls from a tree,
You don’t diss the Don, you pay homage instead,
But I can’t stand that they call me sick in the head
The night they drove the Donald mad, and all the bells were ringing
The night they drove the Donald mad, and all the people were singing, they went
What were we thinking of, he’s loony, and incompetent
Call me ignorant of founding texts, I will trash your wife,
Call me poor as a businessman, I will ruin your life,
I’m no loser, I’m hugely big, and Pocahontas, I see you are a pig
Can’t wait till I’ve got the button to press,
You will see those losers in distress
The night they drove the Donald mad, and all the bells were ringing
The night they drove the Donald mad, and all the people were singing, they went
What were we thinking of, he’s loony, and incompetent
Even A Broken Clock 