"Trump American Pie"

Verse 1:

A long, long time ago, I can still remember how the ballots used to make me smile

And I knew if he had his chance, that Trump could make the people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But January made me shiver, with every paper they'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried when I read about his second rideBut something touched me deep inside, the day democracy died

Chorus:

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Drove my Tesla to the rally, but the crowd was dry

And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing, "This'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die"

Verse 2:

Did you write the book of hate, and do you have faith in the magistrate

If the Constitution tells you so?

Now do you believe in law and order, can Musk save your mortal soul

And can he teach me how to tweet real slow?Well, I know that he’s your favorite star, 'cause I saw you cheering at the bar

You all kicked off your shoes, and screamed about fake newsI was a lonely liberal in the dark, with my heart broken in the park.

But I knew we’d missed the mark, the day democracy died

Chorus:

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Watched the hearings on my laptop, and I started to cry

And them good old boys were chanting flags flying high

Singing, "This'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die"

Verse 3:

Now for four more years we lost control, the Capitol burned, a nation's soul

The courts refused to play along

The Senate stood, but faith had flown, with whispers through the broken stone

As chaos hummed a jarring song

And while the Donald played his game, the judges ruled, but took no blame

The people were estranged, no verdict could be changed

And as the ballots burned out in the night, the truth itself gave up the fight

I saw democracy take flight, the day the country died

Chorus:

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie

Watched the nation split to pieces, with no compromise

And them good old boys, they just covered their eyes

Singing, "This'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die"

Verse 4:

I met a girl who sang the blues, she asked me if I’d seen the news

I just turned and walked away

I went down to the sacred ground, where protests used to shake the town

But the voices all had gone astray

And in the streets, the children screamed, the markets crashed, and no one dreamed

The headlines all were broken, the future left unspoken

And the three men I admired most, the founders' ghosts, the country’s hope

They caught the last train for the coast, the day the music died

Final Chorus:

So bye-bye, Miss American PieI just stared out at the ruins, with a tear in my eye

And them good old boys, they were too numb to cry

Singing, "This'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die"

Outro Tribute:

And here's to Don McLean and his song so wise

A mirror to the world, where truth still lies

For fifty years, his words survived the tide

A warning we still can't deny, the day the music died

For Tom Carla on their birthdays.