#555. The Big Lie

I've already done a slew of parodies about the Orange Prolapse.  Many of them reference the big lie.  But not directly in the title.  So now, I've entered into this new "subset" phase.  I'll be forgoing the standard preamble and simply provide an updated list of tunes.  Along with an embarrassing photo or humiliating video clip.

 

#390.  Big Lie (Free Ride --- Edgar Winter)

#487.  Donald's Big Lie (Mr. Blue Sky --- E.L.O.)

#495.  American Lie (American Pie --- Don McLean)

#520.  The Big Lie (When Doves Cry --- Prince)

#530.  Big Lie (High Time --- Grateful Dead)

#545.  Big Lie (Goodbye --- Night Ranger)

#548.  Trump World's, Big Lie (Big Girls, Don't Cry --- Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons)  

#549.  All A Big Lie (Live And Let Die --- Paul McCartney)

#550.  Would Trump Lie To You (Would I Lie To You --- Annie Lennox)

#552.  Big Liar (Big Spender --- Shirley Bassey)

 

#553.  Big Lie (Big Me --- Foo Fighters)

#555.  The Big Lie (Let Her Cry --- Hootie And The Blowfish)

 

The Big Lie
sonofsaf

He shits alone on a toilet
Wantin’ to tweet the fake news all the time
He says, "They love me from coast to coast"
But he's not very kind

He’s super fat not thin, commits seven deadly sins
Likes to talk but doesn’t think
He doesn’t like to share, he laughs at the poor and doesn’t care
With clown makeup on but not a faggot, queer, or gay

And spread the big lie regardless of all the pain
He’s a king despite Big Macs and weight gain
He’s the show, likes to talk shit 'cause it's free
And when the fun becomes the sorrow, you will see, you will see

Donald Trump sittin’ on a throne, had a cameo in Home Alone
Playin’ with his mushroom penis not okay
That Kushner boy is a Jew
Sticks cock inside of Ivanka’s ass for you
So he is the clown orange fuckin' queer and Melania’s a MILF

Spreadin’ the big lie regardless of all the pain
He’s a king despite Big Macs and weight gain
He’s the show, likes to talk shit 'cause it's free
And when the fun becomes the sorrow, you will see, you will see
No, no, no, no

The big lie the big lie regardless of all the pain
He’s a king, despite Big Macs and weight gain
He’s the show, likes to talk shit 'cause it's free
And when the fun becomes the sorrow, you will see, ah

The right likes to deceive, lie about what they can achieve
Because in their world they’ll spill the blood now don’t you know
Tell the truth about the big lie
He's a clown pussy pouch and fried’ fuckin’
Obama can’t be free
Won't you lock him up and

The big lie the big lie regardless of all the pain
He’s a king, despite Big Macs and weight gain
He’s the show, likes to talk shit 'cause it's free
And when the fun becomes the sorrow, you will see

The big lie the big lie regardless of all the pain
He’s a king, despite Big Macs and weight gain
He’s the show, likes to talk shit 'cause it's free
And when the fun becomes the sorrow, you will see
Ah, you will see

 

Let Her Cry
Hootie and the Blowfish

She sits alone by a lamp post
Tryin' to find the thought that's escaped her mind
She says, "Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind"

She never lets me in, only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care, I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away

And just let her cry if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be

This morning I woke up alone, found a note standing by the phone
Sayin', "Maybe, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in, I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself

Sayin' let her cry if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, let her be
No, no, no, no

Let her cry let her cry if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be, ah

Last night I tried to leave, cried so much I could not believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
I sat down on my couch and cried, yellin'
"Oh, mama, please help me"
Won't you hold my hand and

Let her cry if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be

Let her cry, if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing, if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow, let her be
Ah, let her be

Hootie and the Blowfish?  Always thought that was a peculiar name for a black guy frontman with a rock band turned country.  Seriously, what else is in store?  Perhaps a duet of some sort?

Her ass is black!  Her ass ain't white!  It is a butt.  And it is bad.  The ass of strife.  The ass of strife

Since 1995, Hootie and his entourage of poisonous fish have played yinzer country 9 times.  I remember scalping one of their concerts out Star Lake.  Made a killing.  Virtually certain I've never seen them perform live.  But wouldn't stake my life on it. 

 

As far as I'm concerned, there can be only one "Hoot."  And it ain't Darius Rucker.

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