On the day of tRump’s birthday Parade I offer a new parody to the tune of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Written by Steve Marsh with Executive Producer credits to Debora Marsh.
MAGA Rhapsody
A parody to the tune of “Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen
Lyrics by Steve Marsh
Executive Producer: Debora Marsh
(Chorus)
Is this the real life?
Or just conspiracy?
Caught in a tweetstorm,
Out of touch with reality—
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and lie—
(Trump)
I’m just a rich guy, I get no sympathy,
Because I’m easy bought, ego stroked,
Truth is fake, logic broke—
Any way the vote goes
Doesn’t really matter
To me,
(TO ME…)
….
Interlude
(Trump)
Mama, just duped the land,
Put a big lie in their head,
Waved the flag which wraps their dead—
Mama, MAGA’s beautiful,
But now I’ve gone and stirred the Proud Boys’ pride—
Mama—OOOH,
Didn’t mean to tweet so loud,
If you don’t find me back at Mar-A-Lago,
Carry on, carry guns—
The truth doesn’t matter.
Too late, my time has come,
The walls are closing in,
Got indictments on my skin—
Goodbye, MAGA crew,
I’ve got to grift—
Gotta leave you all behind for crypto coin—
Mama—OOOH (any way the vote goes), DEB
I don’t wanna lose,
Sometimes wish I’d never agreed to run…
Interlude)
(Chorus)
I see a little silhouetto of a man—
Orange glow! Orange glow!
Can he dance a Mar-a-Lambo?
Thunderbolts and libel,
And a handsigned Bible, see—
(Guns ‘n’ tariffs!) GUNS ‘N’ TARIFFS!
(Guns ‘n’ tariffs!) GUNS ‘N’ TARIFFS!
Guns ‘n’ tariffs! Let him go!
(Trump) ?
I’m just a rich boor, nobody loves me—
(Chorus)
He’s just a rich boor from a gold family!
Spare him his place in fake history!
(Trump)
Easy win, easy grift—
Will you let me go?
(Chorus)
Q-A-non! No—we will not let him go! LET HIM GO! DEB
Q-A-non! We will not let him go! LET HIM GO
Q-A-non! We will not let him go! LET HIM GO
Will not Let him go—will not let him go!
No no no oh oh oh!
OH, MAGA MIA, MAGA MIA
(Trump)
Democracy has a jail cell just for me (for meeeee… for meeeeeeee!)
(Interlude)
(Trump)
So you think you can stone me and leave me to lie?
So you think you can fact-check and spit in my eye?!
Oh baby—
Can’t jail me like that, baby!
Just gotta get out,
Just gotta run right to Vlad’mir.
(Interlude)
Nothing really matters,
Not the law, not facts—
Nothing really matters,
MAGA… doesn’t matter…
…to me.
Interlude
(Chorus)
Any way the vote goes
