When you’re all alone
And the pretty birds have flown
Honey, I’m still free
Take a chance on me
Yeah. That makes sense for a political campaign.
If he was going to pick ABBA, he should have picked Fernando:
Now we’re old and gray, Fernando
Since many years, I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums, Fernando?
Do you still recall the fateful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
Full disclosure: I like ABBA. Sue me.
I like ‘em, too. Don’t apologize.