"I Yyi Yyi fake move tubular my housebound,
to halve and to scold from dismay forward;
for butter, for wurst, for pitchers from pourers,
insecureness and unwealth,
to loaf, sherry, and obit, till breath us do smart,
accordian two cod's holy slaw."

[Lyric re-write: The Times they are a Changin’, by Bob Dylan]

Come gather ‘round, voters
Wherever’s your Poll?
And admit rising waters
Around you now flow
And accept it is sooner
Than science had shown
It’s ah crime the earth we’re not savin’
Get propeller power whirlin’
Charge yer lights with the sun
For the Climate is ah Changin’

Come haters and cynics
Who Twitter and spin
Better open yer eyes
For the Glaciers are thin
Our POTUS hates science
Wants it all about him
No compassion for another
He’s a gamblin’ we’re losers
And payin’ his bills
While the Climate is ah Changin’

Come Senator McConnell
Stop blockin’ the Bills
Don’t stand in our way
As the ice melts and spills
Our earth is ah hurtin’
While you don’t heed calls
The storm outside is ah ragin’
And soon for our children
No future at all
For the Climate is a Changin’

Come sisters and brothers
We must make a stand
And all realize
What is now in our hands
For if we do nothin’
They’ll ravish the land
Unlivable for the ages
Inaction and tarry
Is all they have planned
While the Climate is ah Changin’

The time has now come
The dye, it is cast
If we slow down
It’ll soon come to pass
Our chances are fadin’
The present, our last
Leavin’ life no safe haven
So what we don’t need
Is coal, oil, or gas
Cuz the Climate is a Changin’

One Bill makes us stronger, and one Bill makes them fall
And the Bills the public gives you, just won’t do it at all

Go ask ALEC, cuz it’s their call

And if you go raising money, and think the are gonna stall
Tell’em you’re hook, line, and sinker, and giving them your all

Then call ALEC, for it’s their call

When the Rich own the chessboard get up and tell you how to vote
And you’ve just left their boardroom, and possess the motherload

Go ask ALEC, which way to go

When law and constitution have fallen sloppy dead
And the White-Right is walking backwards
And the Orange King’s out of his head
Remember what your ALEC said
We’re in bed, we’re in bed

American Legislative Exchange Council

I'm gonna need some money to help me
I'm gonna grease somebody's hand
I'm gonna need the staff to hold leaks down
I don’t need Progressives to care
I'm gonna lie and fake their party
They’ll start pulling out their hair
I'm going to cover our state with
La Follette’s ashes and ain’t nobody gonna give a ****

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

Now for eight long years I've lead this attack
One more is guaranteed
Can we just please keep the lid down
And phone me in with Koch’s link

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I'm gonna throw our state away

Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

The state I’m breaking, our water's taken, Foxconn's a guarantee
It’s soul I’m taken, the earth is quaken, no climate's changing me

The state I’m breaking, frac sand is shaken, silica's blowing over me
Your land I’m taken, no hands I’m shaken, voters'll never find me

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

[Shake Your *****, by KC and the Sunshine Band]

Oklahomans, get out doors, last chance
Scott Pruitt's leaving, no backward glance

Shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Frac your *****, frac your *****
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Frac your *****, frac your *****

Oh, you have frac-ed for oil quite ah spell
You have messed up your world.  What the hell

Oh, now you shake, shake shake shake
Fractured *****, fractured *****
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Water's sooty, smells pah-tooty, oh yeah

Oh, shake shake, shake shake
Oh, shake shake, shake shake

Oh, Daily shake, Big mistake
Frac your *****, frac your *****
Oh, across your state, Big earthquakes
Frac your *****, All's Kaput-ee!

For your sake Mom, Dad
Truth comforts not Dementia
Your Loving Lier

Putin supposes that Trump likes Brown-Nosers,
thus Putin supposes quite accurately;
for Sycophant Posers are Brownest of Nosers,
as Putin supposes Trump's Nosers to be.