Fixin’ to Die Rag, Trump-style


Lyrics: Thanks to Bill Leon, who had the idea and wrote the first draft; and to Heidi Beiber Sanchez for the limerick.
Music: Thanks to Country Joe McDonald and also to Kid Ory, whose live version of Muskrat Ramble from 1926 appears here.

Well come on everyone at home or work
Maga Man done gone berserk

He thinks you cure corona with bleach and sun screen
That’s why we’re all gettin’ COVID-19

Why he won’t wear a mask, do you gotta ask
Oh he’s totally up to the task



Now come on Wall Street don’t be slow;
Bet on the crash, then buy it up low.

There’s plenty good money to be made
In viral marketing to folks afraid.

Stable genius knew all along
Too bad everything he knew was wrong


And it’s 1,2,3 what are we dyin’ for?

Don’t ask me I don’t really know
Ask PT Trumpum, it’s his shit show
And its 5,6,7, open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain’t no need to test the poor
It’s just another common cold

Well, all you folks in our great GOP
Think government keeps you from being free
But I know you gonna scream holy heck
If you don’t get your stimulus check
1200 bucks for all the Joe Six-Packs
And for the rest of them stock buybacks

Now all of us don’t get equal hell
Like the black and brown who don’t live so well
A mob of the MAGA persuasion

Conducted a statehouse invasion.

Though heavily armed,
They parted unharmed,

And that’s how you know they‘re Caucasian

And it’s 1,2,3 what are we dyin’ for?

Don’t ask me I don’t really know
Ask President Nero, it’s his shit show
And its 5,6,7, c’mon and feel the hate
Old ladies are someone else’s mom
So let ‘em be real gone

We shelter in place, they deliver our food
While Amazon workers are totally screwed
We can order TP with a couple clicks
And if that gets old there’s always Netflix
Meanwhile prisoners and immigrants
Be the first to come home in a box

Now you know who started it, them Chinese
And some Mexican rapists oh please don’t sneeze
W.H.O. gets no more dough
They’re only the world, what do they know?
But I can’t wait for the courtroom drama
When we blame it all on Obama

And it’s 1,2,3 what are we dyin’ for?

Don’t ask me I don’t really know
Ask Jared, it’s his shit show
And its 5,6,7, open up the pearly gates
You want PPE don’t look at me
That’s totally up to the states

Anyway the fix is in
It’s Hydroxychloroquine