Mail It, Steal It, Riot

To the tune of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me.”

Mail it, mail it.

Send us in your vote so we can steal it, steal it.

We know our cause is right, so you just mail it.

Do what it takes to see the last of Trump.

Riot (riot), riot (riot).

We don’t know what works until we

Try it (try it), try it (try it).

Closing down and masking up by fiat, fiat.

The higher cause is getting rid of Trump.

They warned us of Trump derangement syndrome.

Don’t be fooled thinking this is the worst we’ll find.

But they never suffered the stings of his words,

As he posts those awful tweets

And drives us slowly out of our minds.

Biden, Harris,

They’ll rejoin the climate club of Paris.

Biden, Harris,

They’ll know what to do,

Yes, Biden, Harris,

Anything to see the last of Trump.

Steal it, riot.

Please don’t let Trump have a second term.

(Please don’t let Trump have a second term.)

Steal it, riot,

Please don’t let Trump have a second term.

(Please don’t let Trump have a second term.)

David Martin

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