From a Republican to a Pub

Bu2

I’d hail to the chief
but I don’t know who the chief is
We were taken in the night
and I don’t know who the thief is

My innocence stolen
My ignorance bliss
On JFK’s grave
I will leave a small kiss

Those lost childhood days
that cool teenaged daze
That strange Reagan craze
now my mind’s in a haze

And my eyes become glazed
when Old Glory is raised

I see red white and blue
but there’s pain in there too
and there never used to be
in the old democracy

It’s all hypocrisy!
Or….or maybe it’s just me?
I want another beer!
Yo, Chief! Bring another beer!!

And one for my friend here
Whose name isn’t clear…

…it’ll come to me