It raining-- its pouring
The old man woke up
No longer snoring
It was a garage sale
The home sold for moving sale
I said, "Your moving?"
"We can't take this rain
We are moving back to California"
Suddenly I became native
With those locals around me
Broke into a native rain dance
Now if you would only take
with you all the illegals
Send them back across the border
First though remove the grafitti
The drug addicted and tents
You can leave behind those that work
Learn the English language
Close the mariquana shops
End the gangland shootouts
With stolen guns and weapons
Drop off the third bathroomers
in San Francisco and end protest marches
Shutdown the drug recovery and taxes
By those who have nothing to do
But protest their own inabilities
Name for it--Dumocrats!
Blame it on those who do pay taxes
The filty rich who work for a living
You know Veterans, native Americans