(Thank you to Chris Morrow for posting the satirical song about Trump to the tune of “A Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum, a couple of weeks ago. This inspired me to rewrite the lyrics to another Procol Harum song, “Conquistador,” to express my feelings about Trump. I remember this song playing in my mind while I was hiking Little Lakes Valley on vacation in the 1970s as a teenager. I was fiddling with the lyrics to it then too. Here is the original song: https://vimeo.com/415794176?utm_campaign=5250933…
I can just imagine Trump as a would-be conqueror, like a conquistador of colonial days.)
Tantrum Man
Tantrum man your life’s a lie
You have no company
And though you think yourself the best
You have no victory.
You think you have the Midas touch
And all you touch is gold
But it all turns into dust
And your lonely world is cold.
Although you hoped for enough votes to find
You’re a loser with no peace of mind.
Tantrum man a vulture sits
Upon your gold-plated toilet
And though you think you’ll fix the world
You only came to spoil it.
In your narcissistic fever dreams
You think you own it all
But in reality you’re only
Headed for a fall.
Although you hoped for more votes to find
You’re a loser with no peace of mind.
You think the people love you most
You can’t accept you’ve lost
And while you scream of bloody fraud
Democracy’s the cost.
And as you slowly lose your mind
Your sanity will fail
And you try to burn the world down
But you belong in jail.
Although you hoped for enough votes to find
You’re a loser with no peace of mind.
Although you hoped for enough votes to find
You’re a loser with no peace of mind.
Although you hoped for more votes to find
You’re a loser with no peace of mind.