Five minutes, Miss Smith.
(sung to the tune of Melanie’s “Leftover Wine”)
What do you do when a country’s all done?
What do you do when a Darn Old has won
by spending time selling lies about crime
in his insistent, incontinent whine?
A line borrowed from the pledge we've all said
liberty and justice for all lay ahead,
but Darn Old belongs to the pre-Dylan time
and thinks changin’ back to then is just fine.
We all can foresee the country’s decline
whoever’s in charge, what with changing clime.
There is no answer, no reason, no rhyme.
The only solution is drink much more wine.
We all can foresee the country’s decline
whoever’s in charge, with our fast changing clime.
There is no answer, no reason, no rhyme.
So before we go please, much, much more wine.
