F-I-R-E-D!
Copyright David Rhees 2021
Here's my 4th parody, dedicated to the brave men and women who sacrificed their dignity, reputations and souls in the service of a pathological narcissist. Apologies to Tammy Wynette and composers Bobby Braddock and Curly Putman!
Thanks to my musical mentor Gary Rue, and with great appreciation for the wonderful voice talents of Emily Villano Many thanks as well to Tom Bachtell for so generously sharing his wonderful caricatures made famous in New Yorker magazine. You can purchase prints at tombachtell.com.
Lyrics by David Rhees
V. 1
Our president is four years old, a brittle, little man
So staff spell out the words they don't want him to understand
Like I-M-P…E-A-C…H-M-E-N-T
And the words they’re hiding from him now
Would tear apart his fantasy
Chorus:
Trump was F-I-R-E-D, and its final today
Kamala and J-O-E, will be coming to stay
He hates them both and this will be pure H-E double L, you’ll see
Cuz he just can’t bear to think that he’s been F-I-R-E-D
V. 2
Watch him smile, he thinks he won it, by a mile he’ll say
And he thinks C-O-N-C-E-D-E spells fun or play
They spell out all the hurtin’ words
And tremble with each tweet
Cuz they just can’t spell away what's true
Joe Biden has him beat
Chorus