Friday, October 21, 2016

Tic Tac Trump


I've always counted on humor and music to help me through dark times, and for the past year I've leaned hard on both of those things to help me navigate the craziest presidential election in my lifetime.

I began writing this song, "Tic Tac Trump," on Sunday. I scratched out a verse and part of the chorus, and I then left those words alone for a couple of days. I returned to the "tremendous" scribbles on my yellow legal pad on Wednesday night, just a few hours before the debate. Drawing on sheer "stamina," I finished writing those lyrics. I finished them, "believe me." Minutes after the debate ended, I picked up my guitar and started recording.




















A lawyer who writes songs is never without a yellow legal pad

My guitar-slingin' compadre Steve Doyle recorded his blistering Tele track the next morning, and I then quickly cobbled together a video for my musical farewell to Donald J. Trump.

















Pickin' and grinnin' with the great Steve Doyle

Enjoy.



TIC TAC TRUMP
(M. Farmer)

It was last July in Cleveland
When the circus came to town
And the GOP went and sold its soul
To a TV circus clown
Now weeks away from Election Day
The Trump Train’s off the rails
Thanks to Tic Tacs,
Billy Bush and Roger Ailes

So now his game is to pin the blame
On everyone but him
By talking up a conspiracy
That’s led by Carlos Slim
A billionaire from Mexico
Who somehow has the clout
To rig the race
And keep the Donald out

CHORUS
Hey, Donald Trump, time to hang it up
But thanks for stopping by
Your vision for America is never gonna fly
We won’t have to say “You’re fired”
‘Cause you damn sure won’t be hired
So pop a Tic-Tac
And kiss your ass goodbye

The Sunkist man with the spray-on tan
Has his back against the wall
And he’s blowin' up the whole neighborhood
Just to watch other people fall
And to those too weak to take a stand
Against what he’s said and done
We’ll remember you
The next time that you run

CHORUS
Hey, Donald Trump, time to hang it up
But thanks for stopping by
Your vision for America is never gonna fly
We won’t have to say “You’re fired”
‘Cause you damn sure won’t be hired
So pop a Tic-Tac
And kiss your ass goodbye