My first diary is an ode, sung to the tune of Elton John's "Bennie and the Jets." It may be a little crass, but so was the racist seditious antics of "BiBi and the Drunk" to attempt to undermine a sitting President of the United States of America.
Follow below the orange squiggle for a bit of Rock and Roll Sarcasm!
Lyrics for “BiBi and the Drunk” sung to the tune of Elton John’s “Bennie and the Jets”
Hey kid, stick it to the Pres
The propaganda’s hitting something
That’s been known to change opinion
We’ll raise the war moves tonight, so stick around
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You’re gonna hear propaganda music, right wing neo-CON walls of sound
Say, Condi and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Oh, but they’re so fucked up,
BiBi and the Drunk
Oh, but they’re weird and they’re pitiful
Oh, BiBi, he’s really mean
He’s got combat boots, a new brown shirt
You know I heard it on faux noise machine, oh, yeah
BiBi and the Drunk
He’s so bad
He’s so sick, yeah
Yeah
Alright
Hey kid, plug into the settlements (to the settlements)
We know they’re blinded
BiBi makes them homeless
Won’t survive, let us take more land along (let us take more land along)
Where they fight the Palestinians out in the streets
To show them neo-CONs are right and they’re wrong
Say, Condi and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Ooh, but they’re so fucked up yeah
But BiBi and the Drunk
Yeah, but they’re weird and they’re pitiful
Oh, and BiBi, he’s really mean
He’s got combat boots (combat boots)
A new brown shirt (a new brown shirt)
You know I heard it on faux noise machine, oh
BiBi and the Drunk
Better keep land and heard he’s whacked
In a new brown shirt signing autographs
He hates the media, it brings him down
But when you decide you gonna need your bombs
Make a flip flop when your war comes out
He was lying up but you’ll need it now
You believe in death?
Cause either way you gonna need it now, now
They can build you up so they can break you down, yeah
Cry tears of pain so they can see you drown, yeah
Chew you up and then they spit you out
You are now a victim of the neo-CONs, and democracy’s lost its soul
And the neo-CONs are taking land and only concerned in getting more
So they concerts on their black souls
So they concerts on their labels of greed
That we pay them to perform
See, the way this war is set up
We can’t let this war go on, no
We gonna hate them when the war is never over
I’m saying everybody hate em but nobody know em
I’m saying everybody know you but nobody need you
So will he still be in your pocket when he ain’t in your sneakers?
Sure, Condi and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they’re so fucked up,
BiBi and the Drunk, yeah
Oh, yeah but they’re weird and they’re pitiful
Oh, BiBi, he’s really mean
He’s got combat boots, a new brown shirt
You know I heard it on faux noise machine
Oh BiBi and the Drunk yeah
Hey BiBi (BiBi)
Oh BiBi (BiBi, BiBi and the Drunk)
Oh, you look like shitstain on that congressional stage, baby, yeah
Ey BiBi, oh BiBi, yeah BiBi, BiBi
BiBi and the Drunk baby
Oh my God, ooh, yeah
BiBi, BiBi, BiBi, BiBi, BiBi and the Drunk
Oh, do you think we’ll meet up after the war?
I sure hope so now
Yeah, he makes the new brown shirt look so good
So good
I mean, where do you get a new brown shirt anyway? Ah man
BiBi and the Drunk baby, yeah yeah, oh my God
Bomb on, alright
Miserable times
Far Right time