Thomas Massie
sonofsaf
Oh Donald’s shittin’ in a steeple
An Orange Prolapse stain
Oh Donald’s shittin’ on a golden toilet
Forty-five is now Forty-seven, and his stool yinz gonna enjoy it.
Coup d’etat plan
So obscene not classy
Mental buffoon
Lake Tahoe affair
No paid holidays
A big lie from fatty
McDonald’s bitch he ain’t good looking
Hang Mike Pence and cause despair
The butt of jokes
Impolite and gassy
And all the while
Shit for Stormy’s chest
Orange Prolapse stain
Fuckin’ Thomas Massie
And Stormy Daniels’ chest
Coup d’etat plan
(And an Orange Prolapsin’ shit stain)
So obscene not classy
(Trump flags unfurled project disdain)
Mental bufffoon
(His bullshit goes beyond the lines)
Lake Tahoe affair
(The many signs of courtroom fines)
No paid holidays
A big lie from fatty
McDonald’s bitch he ain’t good looking
Hang Mike Pence and cause despair
(Dumb cunt)
The butt of jokes
(The cunt hair of the Democrats)
Impolite and gassy
(Donald Trump and his diplomats)
And all the while
(Jared Kushner’s on his knees)
Tossed salad is blessed
(With an infection of yeast)
Orange Prolapse stain
Fuckin’ Thomas Massey
And MAGA’s crappy America
Because Stormy has a chest
Her tits are full of shit
Silicon is inconsiderate
‘Cause Stormy has the biggest chest
Tallahassee
Bing Crosby (with The Andrews Sisters)
Oh won't you listen all you people
On the southbound train
Oh won't you listen to my friendly advice
About a quarter after seven, we'll be pulling into paradise
When you see land
Kinda green and grassy
Beneath a moon
Bright beyond compare
When you hear blue jays
Chirping high and sassy
And catch one sniff of southern cooking
Hanging on the evening air
When you see folks
All polite and classy
And every smile
Bids you stay and rest
Get off that train
You're in Tallahassee
The Southland at its best
When you see land
(Out of the window of a train)
Kinda green and grassy
(How in the world can you complain?)
Beneath a moon
(You ought to see the way it shines)
Bright beyond compare
(The way it shines upon the pines)
When you hear blue jays
Chirping high and sassy
And catch one sniff of southern cooking
Hanging on the evening air
(Oh sun)
When you see folks
(Having their after dinner chats)
All polite and classy
(Gentlemen all remove their hats)
And every smile
(Perfect harmony and peace)
Bids you stay and rest
(Hand the porter your valise)
Get off that train
You're in Tallahassee
(The Capital City of Florida)
And the Southland at its best
There is no doubt of it
We do not exaggerate of it
The Southland at its very best
Bing Crosby never really went on tour. Musically speaking, he was more of a studio icon.
Passed away in 1977 at the age of 74. #BadaBing