"The Donald Went Down To Georgia," A Song (Or, The Stuff Your Brain Churns Out When You Have To Lie Around All Day)

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​"THE DONALD WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA," A SONG                                (OR, THE STUFF YOUR BRAIN CHURNS OUT WHEN YOU HAVE TO LIE AROUND ALL DAY)

             "The Donald Went Down to Georgia" (With apologies to The Charlie Daniels Band)
 
Oh, the Donald went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for some votes to steal
​He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind, he was willing to make a deal

When he came across Brad Raffensperger, counting votes and playing it straight,

And the Donald jumped up on his Trumpy stump and said, "Brad, you know  I'm great!

And I guess you already know it, I'm a player through and through
So if you don't play along with me, why, I'll mop the floor with you!
But you're a pretty good fella, Brad, so give the Donald his due:
You find me eleven thousand votes then I might do do something for you."

Brad thought, "My names a-gonna be mud, and it would be a sin

...if I aid and abet, I'll surely regret, 'cause he's the worst there's ever been."

​Brad, you rosin up your conscience, and hold on to it hard,
'Cause Hell will break loose in Georgia if the Donald Deals the cards!
He thinks he's made of two hundred and fifteen pounds of gold,
But if you give in the Donald gets your soul!

The Donald opened up his mouth and he said, "I run this show!"
And fire flew from his ear holes when Brad said, "I don't think so."
When Donald finished yelling Brad said, "You're pretty big, old son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me tell you how it's done."

The Donald threw a Trumpish fit then he gave an evil hiss,

But then a band of demons joined him, and they looked something like this:

Cheatin' with the ballots, peekin' at the votes  (a deedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle lee)
Sinnin' for the Donald, sorry flock of goats!  (a deedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle lee) 
Rudy's in the bread pan lookin' for his dough,  (a deedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle lee) 

Donald gonna pay him? Oh, hells, no!  ​(a deedle leedle leedle leedle leedle leedle lee) 

Well, the Donald kept on breaking the law, though he knew that he'd been beat
His minions followed him to jail, now listen to them bleat!
But if it's true just like they say, that innocence is lighter than a feather,

 Then when Fani Willis has done her job,

...they'll all end up together.

The end