This is a parody of Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan. I offer him my apologies and my reverence. He has always been my music hero.

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Trumpterranean Homesick Blues
(with no mention of Epstein, the island or the files.

Donnie’s in the basement, lyin’ ‘bout Sleepy Joe.
I’m on the pavement, munching on a Sloppy Joe.
The man in a flak jack, no badge, facemask,
Says he’s got a hip flask, wants to spray my gas mask.
Look out kid, it’s not about your skin.
God knows why but you’re bein’ brown again.
Better duck into the library, looking for a has been.
The Man-From-GOP with the gold pen
Wants eleven dollars tax, you only got ten.

[Verse 2]
Kristi cracks horse whip, face full of lip flip,
Sayin’ that she’ll rip you just for a roach clip.
Leavitt lies anyway.
Leavittt says that many say
They must bust in early May, orders from the DA.
Look out kid, don’t matter what you did.
Walk on your tip toes, real free speech blows.
Better stay away from those who master how to brown-nose.
Predispose to ignore the pedos.
You need to be a Proud Boy to know which way the blood flows

[Verse 3]
Oh, get sick, get well, try not to go to hell.
Shit smell, hard to tell if ketchup on the wall fell.
Veep Vance, couch pants, no dance, e-mail
Bound to derail, be a footnote if you fail.
Look out kid, you’re gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters, girlie users,
Hangin round the theaters.
Girl by the whirlpool’s gonna be a man tool.
Don’t follow leaders, and watch poetic meters.

[Verse 4]
Oh, get born, learn norms, stand lines, pay fines for
Concubines, get fat, shoot gats, try to wear a red hat
Donald, JD, Marco, Hegseth, big dicks
January 6, gets a pardon, and a job fix.
Look out kid, they keep it all hid.
Congress can’t complain, full of losers and the lame.
“Courts Right As Rain” means you’re totally insane.
Don’t want to be left scum? better play dumb.
The Court don’t work cuz McConnell left a bloodstain.