I love sauerkraut, you bet/yet I often do regret/eating it so late at night/with a fiendish appetite/I have dreams that Hitler would/call a reason for sainthood.
Sore losers come in many shapes/gnashing on their sour grapes/but the current prize goes to/a certain White House bugaboo/he's so brittle and unreal/he sounds just like a glockenspiel.
Don't travel on Thanksgiving/that's the word from CDC/just stay at home relaxing/watching football on TV/Order Chinese takeout, with a six pack on the side/and if you grow despondent/try a little cyanide.
state governments are trying many things to fight the plague/but somewhere 'long the line they're still a-thinkin' mighty vague/they're closing schools, then curfews start/but ask them to shut down/biznesses again and all you get's an angry frown.
Rudy Giuliani is a bedbug crazy guy/who leads his legal team to doom while hollering 'banzai!'/he hasn't got a chance in hell, but that won't stop the suits/he's filing like a madman for the client and his mutes.
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