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
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Hotel Mar-A-Lago
This is a parody of Hotel California by the Eagles. It is called
Hotel Mar-A-Lago
In a land full of slogans, red hats in the mist,
Gaslight fills the air, can’t tell what I missed.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a gold-plated sign.
My head grew heavy and my morals dim–
Had to stop for the crime.
There he stood in the doorway, with a spray-tanned grin,
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be hell or he’s golfing again.”
Then he lit up a Big Mac and he waved me inside.
Voices down the Mar-A-Hallway
Said, “Enjoy the red tide.”
(Chorus)
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-A-Lago.
Such a freaky place (such a sneaky face),
Billionaire3 disgrace.
Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-A-Lago.
Any time of year, (fake news and fear),
You can gaslight here.
His mind is mostly Twitter, his heart is full of spite.
He’s got a cabinet of sychophants
Who chant, “You’re always right.”
And Elon’s in the courtyard, unfollowed and half-banned,
Shouting “Mars,” and “DOGE,” and “Epstein.”
Still no one understands.
They built a wall of nonsense, with lies that never end,
But the truth got fact-checked at the border.
Now they just pretend.
And in the Lincoln bedroom they argue with a ghost.
Honest Abe’s been grave spinning
While Elon is fully dosed.
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-A-Lago,
Such a clownish scene (with a beauty queen),
On a fascist lean.
Livin’ it up at the Hotel Mar-A-Lago.
What a nice surprise (full of alibis)
When the facts all die.
TV on the ceiling. Big Macs stacked on gold,
And he said, “We are just kings of truth, the lies we have sold,”
And in the gilded bathroom, they gathered for the spin.
They quoted Ten Commandments but denied the deadly sins.
Last thing I remember, I was running for the gate.
I had to find the fact check crew before it got too late.
“Relax,” said the butler, “we’re designed to deceive–
You can log out any time you want…but you’ll still believe.”
Another rendition by friend, Joe Troyer. Thanks, Joe