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Baby, Don’t Cry!

The Swedish island of Gotland is known for its peculiarly primitive recording studios. It’s an island thing. Channeling Staten Island rappers, Clive’s lyrics to Baby, Don’t Cry! are peppered with bitter truth.

Here are the lyrics to Baby, Don’t Cry!

Baby, baby! Baby, don’t cry!

Some go low while others get high.

A lot of us crawl although some people fly.

Baby, baby! Baby, don’t cry!

Lady cryptographers

Coding salvation.

While out on the street

Marches… a nation.

Visions of El Trumpo

Stewing in Mar-a-Lago,

Whining and dining,

His life a farrago.

What a heartbreaker

From a childish bellyacher!

A liar and a cheater

He’s such a world beater.

No more tweets

For this man of the hour.

His time is past

But he holds onto power.

Time to get hearty,

Republican Party!

Pick up sticks

And dump all the pricks.

Vas ist loss mit familie Trumpf?

Do they have a problem?

Sie laufen, sie essen.

Who remembers? Nicht vergessen!

These… fine… immigrants

Of German stock

Bankrupted the country

And left us… in hock.

Brilliant business types,

Trump Jr. huffs and hypes,

Gaslighting us all

With near endless gripes.

Baby, baby! Baby, don’t cry!

Some go low while others get high.

A lot of us crawl although some people fly.

Baby, baby! Baby don’t cry!

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Enjoy!

Kevin