A re-write of Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone
T'would be nice if someone with the talent could parody this.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
In your MAGA hat in your prime, didn't you?
People say beware he's tellin' lies, you're so damn blind
You thought they were all a kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Ownin' the Libs and makin' em pout
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About begging for a court appeal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be all alone, the FBI's at your home
With video from your phone and you're on your own.
Ahh you never went to school, just the local bar
and you only used to get juiced in it.
Nobody's ever taught you how to tell truth from lies
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you never compromise
With the deep state, but now you realize
You ain't got any alibi
As you stare into face of the FBI
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be all alone, the FBI's at your home
With video from your phone, and you're on your own.
Ah you never turned around to see the frowns
On the hucksters and the clowns when they all told lies to you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people define truth for you
You used to strut around in your MAGA hat
Followin' Trump who's so damn fat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be all alone, the FBI's at your home
With video from your phone, and you're on your own.
Ivanka on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your Trump Pence flag you better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At ownin' the Libs and the big words that they used
Go with the cops when they call you, you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
They know it all now, you've got nothin' you can conceal
How does it feel, ah how does it feel?
To be all alone, the FBI's at your home
With video from your phone, and you're on your own.
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I can hear Bob Dylan in my mind's ear.
ETA send it to Stephanie Miller and see if she can get Rocky Mountain Mike to do it.
Or maybe google Rocky Mountain Mike and see if you can connect with him.
