Jonathan Larson
La Di Da Rap
We all should be drinking
To Abraham Lincoln
And get stinkin' drunk in his name
It’s a good thing he’s dead
‘Cause he cry his eyes red
Hang his head if he saw this campaign
Singing hey la di da di
Hey la di da di all day
Sing la di da di sing hey
Sing la di da di sing la di all night
Lincoln, here’s mud in your eye
Are we past our prime?
Or is this the time
To climb from the slime
Make America great
Are we so hollow
That we blindly follow
And swallow whatever they put on our plate
Oh just sing no
Oh just sing no
Oh just sing no
To hand those soundbites
Madison Avenue
Cynical Hollywood
La di da
Pictures, tabloids, images
Wrapped up facts
In relation slim control
La di da
You draw my la di da
De da di la di da
Pour some ales
For old Roger Ailes
And Danny Quayles
His protege
In ‘96
His looks, his tricks
Make tricky dicks crime
Passe
Oh la di da di
Oh la di all day
Sing la di da di sing hey
Sing la di da di sing la di all night
I’ve had enough to him
Here’s mud in your eye
Here’s mud in your eye
Here’s mud in your eye
Mud in your eye
Mud in your eye
Mud in your eye
Here’s mud in your eye