#558. Horrible Son

Historically speaking, when it comes to consequential U.S. politicians, their children have long been considered "out of bounds."  Traditionally, the media just won't go there.

15 years old.  At 6'7", Barron towers over the Orange Prolapse.

But then Trump came along.  So I say let's give the clown what he wants. 

 

Horrible Son
sonofsaf

Some folks think that spray tans are for fags
Rosy glow and hue*
And if you can say “Ass made of Cheese“
The insurrection’s on you, Lord

Can’t you see, can’t you see
He’s the Orange Prolpase’s son, son
Can’t you see, can’t you see
Barron’s a horrible son

Last name Trump first name Barron
Lord, they’re ringing’ those bells, yeah
But with the Trumpers lookin’ to score
White House looks like one helluva fail

Can’t you see, can’t you see
He ain’t no billionaire dud, no, no
Can’t you see, can’t you see
Barron’s a horrible son

Yeah, some folks think Ivanka spreads her thighs
And that Jared’s a whore
And when you ask 'em, "How they fuckin’ live?”
Melania’s hard core core core

Can’t you see, can’t you see
I’m fuckin’ Donald Trump’s son, son
Can’t you see, can’t you see
Barron’s a horrible son, son

Can’t you see, can’t you see
Barron’s a horrible son
Can’t you see, can’t you see
Barron’s a horrible son

Fortunate Son
Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
They're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
They point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, yeah
But when the taxman comes to the door
The house look a like a rummage sale

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one

Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
They send you down to war
And when you ask 'em, "How much should we give?"
They only answer, "More, more, more"

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one

It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one

 

* obscure Seinfeld reference.  

George:  I need a good cheek, I like a good cheek. 

Jerry: She's got a fine cheek. 

George: Is there a pinkish hue? 

Jerry: A pinkish hue? 

George: Yes, a rosy glow.

John Fogerty:

7-5-05, Post-Gazette Pavilion, Burgettstown, PA (opened for John Cougar Melloncunt)

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