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my great-grandfather had to leave italy in the 20′s because he hit a fascist with a tuba, so if you think I am going to take this sitting down you are going to have to catch these hands and also this tuba
Glory, glory hallelujah
Hit a fascist with a tuba
Help me finish these lyrics, tumblr
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Hit a fascist with a tuba!
Run like hell and learn to scuba!
Oh Freedom, give him hell!
Oh, I took my ass to DC when that bastard won the vote
With no dignity nor decency nor kindness, not one mote
Well, to make my feelings known to him, my instrument I tote
With plans to raise some hell!
(Chorus)
Well, I found him in the Oval Office pissing on the rug
And he looked at me and sneered as if I were some kind of bug
So I swung my tuba right into his condescending mug
And rang it like a bell.
(Chorus)
The Secret Service showed up ‘bout three seconds after that
They surrounded me and drew their guns and told me to get flat
But like fuck was I about to hit that slimy piss-soaked mat
Or see a prison cell.
(Chorus)
I gripped my dented tuba and I put it to my lips
And I found a certain fingering with questing fingertips
Drew a breath and played the Brown Note and gave Trump the runs and drips
His pants began to smell.
(Chorus)
Well, he stood there looking stupid with his trucker hat askew
With his face all turning purple and the guards all turning blue
As they pinched and held their noses and he shat into his shoe
I turned and ran like hell.
(Chorus)
I made it to the White House walls, climbed over and was free
Stashed the tuba in the branches of the National Christmas tree
Jumped into the slow Potomac and swam southward towards the sea
My plan was going swell.
(Chorus)
Stashed underneath the water was a scuba tank and fins
I sucked air in from the former, strapped the latter to my shins
Ashore they look to see me, but their quarry sinks and grins
Look, Ma, no diving bell!
(Chorus)
I got to shore and changed my clothes and safely came back home
With Trump still fiddling like he’s Emperor of burning Rome
Maybe next I’ll play the bassoon ‘neath the Capitol’s big dome
You bastards, go to Hell!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Hit a fascist with a tuba!
Run like hell and learn to scuba!
Oh Freedom, give him hell!
(Disclaimer: Author does not condone the hitting of Presidents with tubas. You’ll dent something that deserves better, and you’ll go to jail, which is a waste of you.)
I’m so glad it took only three days for this generation’s Hitler Has Only Got One Ball to show up.
Bringing this back.
Hey remember when someone wrote this fucking song? Print this shit out, y'all
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