Fifty Places We Can Flee To
Excitement is building across our beleaguered land
A dignified presidency may be close at hand.
But if the election is stolen once again by a cheating man,
There’s at least 50 places we can flee to
In elections there are two choices, win or lose
Up until now the system has never been abused
But when a free choice by voters is refused
There’s 50 places we can flee to,
50 places we can flee to.
Head for Oslo, Joe
Or the beaches of Rio
Just stay out of Soho
If the orange one wins.
Find peace in old Cadíz
Or any town down in Greece
But stay out of D.C., please!
If the Veep is still Pence.
Most polls say that the Donald has no chance
It has a beat, that same old song and dance.
Just keep in mind, there’s good champagne in France,
Among the 50 places we could flee to
Homestead a Scottish Moor,
The tundra we could explore,
Kandahar? My God, what for?
It’s even worse than here.
There’s the beaches of Siam,
Or the land of Omar Khayyam
Say sayonara to Uncle Sam
From Kyoto, Japan
Homestead in Panama,
Catch fish in the Parana
But get the hell out of Omaha
If the fix is in.
equal helping of thanks and apologies are due to Mr Paul Simon.
The Village Wordsmithy 