In (eager) anticipation that the Trump administration might soon come to it's well deserved crashing halt, I'm anxiously trying to finish this lyric/song before it becomes instantly obsolete.
It's a "relieved goodbye" to the least honest leader in my lifetime. I desperately want it to be complete (music and all) when the day/event happens. . . whether it be impeachment, resignation, or just plain quitting.
I'm open to musical collaboration as long as any collaborator(s) is/are willing to work around my existing vocal melody. I'm not anxious to abandon that vocal melody. It preceded the lyrics.
Goodbye Pinnochio
VERSE:
Goodbye Pinnochio, we’re rid of you at last.
I wish that I could say it’s been a blast.
It’s been an education, but it’s never been much fun.
And a narcissistic child gets old real fast.
Truth is like a foreign language to you,
and you’re too damned weak to compromise.
It took awhile but now it’s clear that you can’t trust a man
whose subject to believing his own lies.
CHORUS:
So long Pinnochio. Hasta La Vista baby.
Sayonara, Adios, Arrivaderci, no more chance.
There’s 100 ways to say it and they all mean the same.
Good riddance to your sorry song and dance.
VERSE:
You’re friends tried to tell you that your luck might be changed,
if some of your attitudes were only re-arranged.
You angrily told them “I’m just fine,
just the way that I am.”
Fare-thee-well Pinnochio. We'll be seeing you around.
We’ll be picking all our pride up off the ground.
We’ll salvage a bit of it by knowing you've been fired.
You can keep the rest as you are outward bound.
BRIDGE:
Goodbye Pinnochio, we’ve run you off today.
But goodbye isn’t all we have to say.
Goodby Pinnochio, it’ll probly seem unkind,
but, we’ll leave you with a piece of our mind.
CHORUS:
So long Pinnochio, Hasta La Vista baby.
Sayonara, Adios, arrivaderci, no more chance.
There’s 100 ways to say it and they all mean the same.
Good riddance to your sorry song and dance.
VERSE:
If somebody offered you the clothes that he wore,
you’d take them and negotiate for a little bit more.
Your whole life is a pathetic metaphor
for squandered possibilities.
President Pinnochio, when it's all been said and done.
I wish that I could say that it’s been fun.
You couldn’t keep a promise, and you never built a wall.
Your competence was the biggest joke of all.
CHORUS:
So long Pinnochio, Hasta La Vista baby.
Sayonara, Adios, arrivaderci, no more chance.
There’s 100 ways to say it and they all mean the same. Good riddance to your sorry song and dance.