Crazy came a callin’
One November day
Lyin’ ‘bout stolen elections
Talkin’ judgment day
Well, voters did the judgin’
Told us what they think
Crazy conspiracy talk may work in Republican primaries
But you ain’t winnin’ a general election with that stink
A red wave Republican tsunami
Would wipe away the blue
Kevin McCarthy awaited an election feast
While Nancy left to stew
But McCarthy’s feast was put on hold
He dwelled upon mistakes
As night turned into morning
It was Nancy making pancakes
And baking bread and frying eggs
On board the big blue bus
Democracy, she cried, ain’t quite dead
Just needed WD40 on the rust
Donald Trump wanted to take credit
For leading a big red roll
But uh oh, Don, now we know
The emperor has no clothes
On Nov 9, as the morning sun waxed
Into the D.C. sky
Republican radicals got clipped wings
Hey QAnon, time to die
Waipahu Bob 