Category Archives: Trump

Project 2025

Lyrics: Margaret Villani of Piedmont Raging Grannies
Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the coming of American royalty
Anointed by the Court Supreme with all immunity
To prevent a presidential king, it’s up to you and me
Let’s RESIST and all stay strong.

CHORUS:
Power lust is never satisfied
Billionaires, they want to rule our lives
Pay low wages and jack up our living costs
Enough! Demand your rights!

We saw warnings written in a hundred news reports
Project twenty twenty-five our freedoms will abort
With a tyrant from Day One we find ourselves on red alert!
We will not let him rule!

I’ve read a fiery manual, writ in angry tones of zeal
By those who want the freedom to make their shady deals
With their endless itch for power they want all of us to kneel
At the altar of gold and greed

CHORUS

Destroy a hundred years of protective regulations
It only took a day or two of signing proclamations
Clean air and water, living wages, public education
Gone by the stroke of a pen

The king fires civil servants from departments by the score
Hires his politicos, who loyalty have sworn
Obey the king, right or wrong, legalities ignored
Submission is required!

CHORUS

Abortion, contraception, in vitro fertilization
The right to choose belongs to us, so please pay close attention
No woman’s life should be at risk from faulty legislation
We won’t breed like rabbits!

Project twenty twenty five fills nine hundred pages
Hurts the young, the old, disabled,
people of all ages
We must rise up and take a stand, and verbalize our rages!
Our freedom depends on us

CHORUS

Enough! Demand our rights!

POTUS

Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Super callous fragile racist narcissistic POTUS.
We believe your fascist dream is something quite atrocious.
We’ll resist the oligarchs and always work for justice,
Super callous fragile racist narcissistic POTUS!

Dum diddle diddle diddle um diddle aye
Dum diddle diddle diddle um diddle aye

Start at normal pace
Repeat a bit faster
Repeat really fast, ending with “POTUS!”

Oh, Congress Do Your Job

Lyrics by: Lyn McCoy and Ferrilyn Sourdiffe and Seattle Raging Grans
Tune: When The Saints Go Marching In

Oh Congress, now // just do your job.
Oh Congress, now just do your job.
Oh how I want to be in that number
When you finally do your job!

You say you will // and then you don’t.
You say you will and then you don’t.
Vote for what the people are wanting!
You say you will and then you don’t.

You work for us // that’s how it works!
You work for us, that’s how it works!
Or at least, that’s how it’s supposed to.
You work for us, that’s how it works!

Stand up now // to tyranny!
Stand up now to tyranny!
When will you fight Trump’s cruel agenda?
Will you stand up to tyranny?

You work for us // so raise your voice!
You work for us, so raise your voice.
Are you hiding because you’re chicken?
We need you now, so raise your voice!

Oh Congress, now // just do your job!
Oh Congress, now just do your job.
Oh how I want to be in that number
When you finally do your job!

Oh how I want to be in that number
When you finally grow some balls!
[one person shout] and ovaries!!

Here Comes Donald Trump

Tune: Here Comes Santa Claus
By Jo-Hanna Read

Here comes Donald Trump, here comes Donald Trump,
he thinks he’ll have his way.
He’s our present White House resident,
so what can we say?
Throwing tantrums, tweeting nonsense, every bloody night.
So let’s look for choices and use our voices to tell him he’s not right!

Here comes Donald Trump, here comes Donald Trump.
Mar a Lago bound.
Down on immigration across the nation,
except on his home ground.
Black Lives Matter is useless patter as far as he’s concerned.
And climate changes present no dangers ’cause he is safe and warm.

Then there’s Mike Pence, our vice president.
Republicans like him fine.
No one notices how he makes sure
the Senate toes the line.
Banon’s puppets, they all disrupt us and push their pathetic worldview.
Capitalism is their only vision, and the common folks be screwed.
Here comes Donald Trump, here comes Donald Trump,
women, watch your rears!
If you cross him he will call you
names that burn our ears!
If he meets you, he will squeeze you in.a manner most dire.
If you speak out he will tweet out that you are just a liar!

Here comes Donald Trump, here comes Donald Trump,
let’s look at the bright side.
People are speaking out, voters are freaking out,
around our nation wide.
Maybe he will energize us to come up with something new.
To come together to save our country from rule by the very few.

Speak: Time to impeach!

Fascists

Tune: Roll Out the Barrel
By Hinda Kipnis

Roll out the fascists.
Whadda ya think we saw?
A trashed U.S. Capital
No-o respect for the law!

A fake, bloated leader,
So skilled at tweeting his lies.
He promised whitey the wo-orld,
Now we’re fried!

Roll out the fascists.
Whadda ya think we see?
Folks in step with their leader,
A Mussolini wan-a-be.

Roll out the fascists.
Whadda ya think we see?
Our Congress stuffed with Trumpites.
To HELL with democracy!

There Goes 45 

THERE GOES 45
•	Tune: Here Comes Santa Claus
•	By Jo-Hanna Read

There goes 45, there goes 45,             
We’ve sent him on his way.
Lost the election, 
Tried for exception,  
He’s out of here we say!
Filing lawsuits, leaning on officials, 
Spreading all of his lies.
He lost the election, 
His pathetic reaction 
Is pretend there’s still a fight.

There goes 45, there goes 45, 
He’s trashed so many things.
Packed all the courts with 
Right wing zealots,
Including the Supremes.
Trashed protections for earth’s environment, 
Immigrants, so many wrongs.
Tried to eliminate 
Affordable Care Act, 
While Covid rages on.

There goes 45, there goes 45, 
Doing all he can
To trash our country, 
Put millions in poverty,
Seems to be his plan.
People are dying, our nation is crying, 
The pandemic threat is clear,
Economy hurting, 
Yet he keeps blurting 
That a vaccine is almost here.

Goodbye 45, we’re done with 45, 
You need to move your rear
Out of the White House, 
Off of the premises
The people’s voice is clear.
Stop your whining, stop your tweeting, 
Get your ass in gear.
Start the transition, 
Stop your pissin’,
A new administration is here.

AND ABOUT TIME!

Do Not Despair

Tune: Old McDonald Had a Farm
By: Laurie Rostholder

The Brits and Obama wiretapped me
That’s what 45 says.
A Muslim English conspiracy
Against the future prez.
With a tweet tweet here,
And a tweet tweet there,
Twittering bullshit everywhere.
The Brits and Obama wiretapped me,
That’s what 45 says.

Pruitt says it’s not CO2,
Making our planet warm.
And the EPA must go,
As it does corporate profits harm.
Islands shrinking here,
Glaciers melting there,
Climate chaos everywhere.
Pruitt says it’s not CO2,
Making our planet warm.

Breitbart Bannon wants the system to blow.
He’s tired of everyone.
A war with China would be a great show.
That’s his idea of fun.
Neo Nazis here.
White supremacists there.
Racist hate mongers everywhere.
Breitbart Bannon wants the system to blow.
He’s tired of everyone.

The Ryan Death Plan shrinks Medicaid,
And makes old people pay more.
The rich will get the greatest care,
While millions are shown the door.
With more death here.
Bankruptcies there.
Crappy health care everywhere.
The Ryan Death Plan shrinks medicaid,
And makes old people pay more.

Rick Perry is the chosen head,
Of a department he once called Oops.
To think he’s in charge of nuclear waste,
Should give us all the poops.
With no more progress on energy that lasts.
Innovative research a thing of the past.
Rick Perry is the chosen head ,
Of a department he once called Oops.

And here’s one that we shouldn’t  forget,
Our friend named Vladimir.
This happy guy seems far away,
But he’s really very near.
Creating distraction without working hard.
Drinking vodka to our discord.
And here’s one that we shouldn’t forget.
Our friend named Vladimir.

There’s so much more to sing about.
And commitments we must make.
To prevent our country going to hell.
And keep each other safe.
Undocumented, Queer, Black, Trans, and Brown,
Muslims, Jews, Women, all our old and young.
We stand up for what’s so unfair.
And we will not despair.

Resist!   Resist!  Resist!  Resist!