The Times It Ain’t A-Changing
The Times They are A-Changing
Music and Lyrics by Bob Dylan
Satire by LonePalm
Come gather 'round Demos wherever you roam
And admit that the voters from round you have flown,
And accept it that soon you'll be standing alone,
If power to you is worth saving,
Then you'd better stop whining and start to atone,
For the Times it ain’t a-changing!
Come writers and critics you tired party hacks,
Please tell us the truth and don’t make up your facts.
The Old Grey Lady is showing some cracks,
Now it’s off to Fox that we’re switching.
The liberals now are reduced to a claque,
For the Times it ain’t a-changing!
Come Senators, Congressmen, knock off the attacks,
Don’t tax dividends, just to spend our greenbacks,
And vote on the judges you mean-mouthed macaques,
There's a protest outside and we’re FReeping.
Keep your tongue in your mouth, lay off the Bush whacks,
For the TimesTimes it ain’t a-changing!
Come mothers and fathers, escape the misrule,
You know education’s a giant cesspool.
Your sons and your daughters you need to home school,
Your options are rapidly shrinking.
Please get the lead out or they'll just sit and drool,
For the Times it ain’t a-changing!
The gauntlet is thrown, at you writers cliquish,
The choices to you must look hellish.
You best mend your ways or we’ll say your Kaddish,
Your sales are rapidly slipping.
And your paper now will be wrapping a fish,
For the Times It Ain’t A-Changing
WWG1WGA
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)
