On Thanksgiving Day, I channeled the sitting president just long enough to pose the musical question, "(Who's Gonna) Pardon Me?" In less than 48 hours, we should have our answer. Until then, enjoy the song, which features my good buddy Stevie Doyle on the Telecaster.
(WHO'S GONNA) PARDON ME?
[Matt Famer]
It’s lonely here in the bunker
As I make my final stand
Eatin’ KFC and watchin’ Hannity
And tryin’ to save the family brand
The numbers don’t look good for me
Oh, but who’s to say what’s real
And if Rudy G. cries “conspiracy”
We can stop the whole damn deal
So here’s to those emoluments
That keep my family fed
And to all those Confederate monuments
That keep the South so red
Here’s to Clorox bleach and UV rays
And a spineless GOP
It’s the end of the show, and I still don’t know
Who’s gonna pardon me?
I’ll play every last card I’m holding
And then I’ll burn the whole place down
It’s all about me, not democracy
No, you’ll never take my crown
But when they pull me out of this bunker, Lord
And I know someday they will
Well, I’ll make do like it’s World War II
And maybe hang out in Brazil
So here’s to those emoluments
That keep my family fed
And to all those Confederate monuments
That keep the South so red
Here’s to Clorox bleach and UV rays
And a spineless GOP
It’s the end of the show, and I still don’t know
Who’s gonna pardon me?
I won’t wear a mask, but I still gotta ask
Who’s gonna pardon me?
Pence ain’t around, and it’s bringin’ me down
Who’s gonna pardon me?
