new song from last century Houston punk rockers

Trumpelstiltskin

The Racist Right, they hatched a little plan.
Said we need an Apprentice who can be our man.
A Real Estate mogul who’s a bumbling fool.
An egomaniac who can be our tool.

So they bought the Russians to stage the attack.
A flood of Facebook lies and a great big hack.
While the imp weaved gold from his flaxen hair
And tried to perfect his “Presidential Stare”.

Chorus:
“Tonight, tonight, my plans I make.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow your babies I take.
The fake news media won’t win the game
‘Cause you’ll never guess my name.”

So he told Mis-America “I’m just what you need”
“I’ll make you feel good about your bigotry”
“I’ll even cut your taxes for a modest fee:
Your children of the future belong to me.”

Well, the bill came due and it was time to pay.
Mis-America begged for another way.
He said “Okay, let’s play a little game”
I’ll disappear if you guess my name”.

(Repeat Chorus)

He knew he had her, she’d never guess the truth
He would have his minions for the Hitler Youth.
They would goose-step by and shout Seig Heil
While he waved the flag and smiled.

But his ego was so big he couldn’t hold it in.
So the twit typed a tweet and then hit send.

“Tonight, tonight, my plans I make.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow your babies I take.
The fake news media won’t win the game
For Trumpelstilskin is my name.”

Now if the tale is true, and we can only hope,
It’s not a fairly tale, it is no joke.
If we all shout his name he’ll go up in smoke.
Trumpelstiltskin!
Trumpelstiltskin is his name!
Trumpelstiltskin!
Trumpelstiltskin is his name!