AOC Insanity

To the tune of Be My Baby

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, known as “AOC,”

Has become a major media celebrity.

You might deplore her,

While some adore her,

But you can’t ignore her clear insanity.

Oh yes, she’s AO, AOC, baby,

The Democrats’ new star,

Millennial for sure,

Whoa, oh, oh, oh.

She’d remake our economy, baby, from A to Z.

No cars, no trucks, no planes, no dirty industry.

Just bright sun shining

And fast trains whining,

The whole world running on electricity.

Oh yes, she’s AO, AOC, baby,

The Democrats’ new star,

Westchester-bred for sure,

Whoa, oh, oh, oh.

Oh yes, she’s AO, AOC, baby,

The Puerto Rican star,

Socialist for sure,

Whoa, oh, oh, oh.

The one and only A-O-C.

David Martin

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