Eve of Impeachment: A Song Parody - P. Beckert, Humor Times

“Eve of Impeachment,” a parody of “Eve of Destruction” by P. F. Sloan

Democracy it is explodin’
The house of cards, it is implodin’
Our President, he is a traitor
He laughs at us, and calls us haters
He rants and raves just like a third-grader
For tweets he sends, we need a translator
And we’d be better off with a third-world dictator
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of impeachment.

When trouble comes, he hits the links
he starts his spats, and no one blinks
He’s so far up Putin‘s behind
while all his kids are robbing us blind
the world’s dictators are being wined and dined
and even the Saudi Prince is inextricably entwined
the only dance he knows is the bump and grind
and ya tell me, over and over and over again my friend
you don’t believe we’re on the eve of impeachment

There’s no one left for him to hire
It’s time to light the funeral pyre
He feeds on hate that he’s promotin’
When tempers flare, he sits there gloatin’
Nothing he says is thought provokin’
Soon the Jersey River will have bodies floatin’
Meanwhile we’re still looking for the gun that’s smo(c)king
and ya tell me, over and over and over again my friend
You don’t believe we’re on the eve of impeachment

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P. Beckert's is one voice vying for frequency room at the top of the opinion dial. Angered and bewildered by many of today’s events, P. Beckert uses humor as a tool to fight an onslaught of stupidity and ignorance that seems to permeate the airwaves and pollute the sensitivities of a once-brilliant nation. If you like her posts, become a follower and leave a comment. And don't forget to share on Facebook, Twitter and other social accounts! Syndicated from her I Said Laugh, Dammit blog.