Keep on Obamin'

What a long strange coup it's been ...

The following may be committing treason in the eyes of “Deadheads”– but then again, there’s a lot of treason about these days, isn’t there?

With apologies to “Deadheads” who may take umbrage at any tinkering with Grateful Dead lyrics – or anyone who believes that the song is besmirched by references to B. Hussein Obama, John Brennan and James Comey (a sentiment with which I can sympathize) – below I offer a parody version of the Grateful Dead classic “Truckin.’” [It resembles a word-processing “track changes” format so you can see the original lyrics as well.]

Now, sing-along with me!

Truck Obamin' got my chips cashed in
Keep truck Obamin' like the doodah man
Together, more or less in line
Just keep truck Obamin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Penn Ave Main Street
Chicago, Hawaii, Kogeto New York, Detroit and its all the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical sedition daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas CIA got a soft subversive machine
Houston FBI too close to New Gestapo Orleans
New York House of Reps got impeachment the ways and means
But We just won't wouldn’t let you Trump be

Most of the cats Democrats that you meet on the street speak “democracy” of true love
Most of the time they're sitting and scheming overthrow crying at home
One of these days they know they gotta get going
Out of the door and into the street all alone with their Antifa bro’s

Truck Obamin' like the doodah man
Once told me "Gotta play your hand
Sometimes the cards Fabricated ICA’s ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay them down"

Sometimes the lights Tulsi’s declassifications all shining on me
Other times I Brennan can barely see
Lately it occurs Comey says to me
What a long strange trip coup it's been

What in the world ever became of Hillary sweet Jane? She lost her election sparkle you know she isn't the same
Living on graft, Foundation funds and downers reds and vitamin C and cocaine
All her friends can say is ain't it a shame

Truckin' soon up to Gitmo cell Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow plea deal slow
Takes time, you they pick the place you to go
Just keep truck Obamin' on

Sitting and staring out of the hotel my mansion’s window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
Like to get some sleep before I’m handcuffed travel
But if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in

Busted down on Martha’s Vin Bourbon Street
Set up like a bowling pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearing orange thin
They MAGA just won't let you be

You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to treason travel
Get tired of treasoning travelling you want to settle down
I guess they can't can revoke your soul passport for trying
Get out of the door, light out and look find law enforcement all around

Sometimes the lights Tulsi’s declassifications all shining on me
Other times I Brennan can barely see
Lately it occurs Comey says to me
What a long strange coup trip it's been

Truck Obamin' I'm a going Gitmo soon home
Whoa, whoa, baby, back it’s where I belong
Back in solitary home, sit down and patch my “write” ’nother autobio bones
And get back truck Obamin' on