Day 1409, Pardon Man Is Comin’ to Town  (1)

 

Don’t have to pay bail,

No reason to cry;

You’ll stay out of jail;

I’m tellin’ you why.

Pardon Man is comin’ to town.

Your future was dim;

You’re rotten with vice;

If you lied for him,

Then Trump will be nice.

Pardon Man is comin’ to town.

 

The folks in Trump’s crime family

Will have a jubilee.

On Christmas morning, they will see

Pardons underneath their tree.

 

You won’t have to cut

A deal for your crime.

 

You kept your mouth shut;

You’re doin’ no time.

Pardon man is comin’ to town.

 

Instrumental break:

 

You cheated and lied

But for a good cause.

It’s all cut and dried;

Trump’s your Santa Claus.

Pardon Man is comin’ to town.

And rootie toot toot

For every Trump kid;

A pardon’s en route

Whatever they did.

Pardon Man is comin’ to town.

 

If you were Trump’s attorney

And told us what he’s done.

You will have a rocky journey;

Pardon chances: slim to none.

 

So, if you conspired

And were not a rat,

Although you were fired,

Don’t worry ‘bout that.

Pardon Man is comin’ to town.

 

Pardon time is comin’ to town.

 

(1)  May be sung to “Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town,” music by J. Fred Coots and lyrics by Haven Gillespie, 1934.  There are lots and lots of recordings over the decades.