You started drinking the Kool-Aid
Looking good as Jane Fonda
Can't get something for nothing
Have to energize your base
She was 'bout a perfect ten
Had millions of admirers but not a single friend
And it's a, it's a little uncanny what she managed to do
Become a symbol for a pain she never knew
You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
He made a joke of the poor people
And that made him a saint
But he was tan enough, he was rich enough
He was handsome like John Wayne
And there was no one at the country club
But it's a, it's a little uncanny
Got me to read those Russian authors through and through
I miss Christopher Hitchens
I miss poor Robin Williams
They say a party can kill you
Well sometimes I wish it would
But I'll get strong enough, I'll be man enough
'Cause all my friends that flew to town
Said that's what they expect
But it's a, it's a little uncanny
Made me admit to things I knew were never true