In the year 2020
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find
In the year 2020
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, everything’s a lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the Fox News report you saw today
In the year 2020:
The lil’wrekker will not get a new spring wardrobe.
She will wear her old capris
No one needs to see her knees
She’ll wear her old shorts and tops
While she gardens and mops.
Poor girl.
In the year 2020
Looks like I won’t be getting a new car
The old one has taken me so far.
I really like the orange Subaru
Though nothing rhymes but kangaroo.
I still want to get another cat, but
Not one that sounds like an old sackbut.
Now it’s not even been a year
Men have cried a billion tears
For what, we never knew
No plan, oh man, we’re really screwed
Goin’ to sleep most every night
Wishing on some star so bright
The end seems far away
Oh I believe in yesterday
(oops, skipped a verse or two…sorry!)
In the year 2020
we gotta get someone new in the White House
and get rid of the current louse
a chance to build a better nation
it’s no time to take a vacation