(To the tune of This Land Is Your Land…Sort ‘a)

There’s never a right time

There’s never a good time

Ya just need to keep a polite mind

When ya sign on the bottom line

Cause we don’t really mean it

In fact you just can reem it

This contract ain’t worth the paper it was written on

And it don’t mean shit to me

As I was out walkin’

I ran into a Lib-er-al

I said hey Lib-er-al

Hear about all this squawkin’?

It seems that the unions

Are a gettin’ all uppity you see?

We better help the Nazis suppress ’em

Or else the Nazis will come after you and me

Oh La-de-Dade-dade…I’m such a good person

I vigil with the Peace Folks

I don’t listen to no

Politically Incorrect jokes

And I can debate all the fine points

About why the working class needs to pay more

Cause this land was not made for them

It was made for Donald Trump and me

Oh God I love ya Donald

I’d like to be just like ya

Cause ya get me so inspired

When ya say: “You’re fired!”

I’ll help ya bust up all them unions

And after ya’ve taken everything they have

Don’t forget who helped ya do it

That was ME

Oh La-de-Dade-Da-da

Ain’t gonna give ’em nada

Just gonna keep talkin’ ’em in circles

And keep up the Dada

And when I make a million

I’ll open up a restaurant you’ll see

And no union will be there

To bother me

Oh La-de-Dade-Dada-Nada-Nada-Dada

Nada-Nade-Da-de-de……..(Harmonica)

PEACE………………………….

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.