Hyperbolic Bloviation

Hyperbolic Bloviation:

(to the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy)

Hyperbolic bloviation, talking

Rubbish all day long.

Standing there like Mussolini

Won’t accept that he’s wrong.

So poor old Uncle Sam keeps suffering.

Every day it’s getting worse.

The only hope is come November

You all will find that he is gone.

So, hold on to that expectation

Hope that better days are near

The future will get brighter

It’s darkest before the dawn.

In January the new broom comes

To sweep away the nasty mess

Leaving only sun and laughter

That is what we can wish.

So, here’s to no more hyperbolic bloviation

And to a future with people who make sense

With goodbye to the orange waffler,

And to his sidekick Pence.