Lyrics: The Hoaxer (with apologies to Paul Simon)
This was written by a friend of mine, SF author Timothy Scott Bennett.
The Hoaxer
I am just a rich boy
Though my bullshit's getting old
I have taunted the resistance
With a presser full of stumbles and false premises
All fake in sooth
Cuz a Prez hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the truth
When I left my Tower and my golf course
I was grown but still a boy
In the company of racists
In the hubbub of the campaign trail
Lying mean,
Tweeting hard, seeking out the very falsehoods
Which would make the people scream
Telling lies designed
To win the war of memes
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
La la la lie lie
Stiffing lots of workman's wages
I've been training for this job
Wanna fill my coffers
Get a good deal with the suits
At The Apprentice
So I declared
I could make this country great again
Yes even with this hair
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie...
Well I'm laying out my Florida clothes
And wishing I were there
Going home
Where the Beltway's lying writers
Are not vexing me
Teasing me
Going home
In the Oval stands the Hoaxer
He's a businessman by trade
And he carries bigly grudges
'Gainst ev'ryone that laughed at him
Or sneered at his gold faucets
He does not need to explain
"Cuz I won it, yes I won it,
Even though I am insane."
Lie lie lie lie lie... lie... lie...
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
La la la lie lie
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
La la la lie lie
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