Gather your spoons
Our trip to the moon
Is on hold today
Gather yourself
We’re sharing the wealth
Hey it’s on display
Finding the means to say
If you’re suffering in this present emergency
Come home with me
We’ll watch TV
A weekend march
You’re doing your part
Ineffectually (or so it seems)
Just stick to the job
And Peter will rob
Paul eventually
Rome wasn’t sacked in a day
The rot took time to set in
We’re going to win
Wear your flag pin
Your bubble blew up
And you don’t know what
That’s supposed to mean
The sky isn’t blue
And one equals two
Counterfactually
And every cow has a voice
If you’re living in flyover country
You must be pleased
Wave up to me
Well some of us should move to Missoula
And some of us to Cedar Falls
And some of us will settle in Asheville
That won’t be hard to sell at all
And then we’ll teach our cats to pray
We’re not a very disciplined bunch we do things our own way
I guess we’ll stay
Snowflakes falling by the ton
And you know they can’t drive in snow
In Washington
They’ll come undone
Let’s walk together
We’ve such pleasant weather
Look who’s arrived
Wear a pink hat
Well how about that
We’re organized
And hope will always be a place
Even if it’s in a solid red state
We’re still alive
And let that be our battle cry