"MR FORTY-FIVE" Parody of Mrs Robinson by Simon & Garfunkel Don Caron Parody Project

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LYRICS to MR FORTY-FIVE And here’s to you Mr. Forty-five, Jesus will not bail you out you know. Woe, woe, woe God isn’t pleased Mr. Forty-five. Heaven knows you don’t know how to pray. Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Mueller would like to know a bit about you for his files. He’d like you to incriminate yourself. Jail is not a place where you’ll see sympathetic eyes. Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home. And here’s to you Mr Forty-five. You're obsessed with pardons, wonder why. Lie, lie, lie You like the power of handing pardons out, something that the judges can’t undo. Woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo Kim Kardashian asked you, so you freed Alice Marie. Wrote a message on your steak in catsup. We know you’ve been thinking about pardoning yourself. Most of all you should provide one for the kids. Koo koo ka choo, Mr. Forty-five. You’ve done far more damage than you know. Woe, woe, woe The world has all turned against us now. What did you expect that they would do? Boo hoo hoo Boo hoo hoo Give yourself a pardon on a Sunday afternoon. Then tweet how you've done nothing wrong. Talk about it, tweet about it, either way you choose, any way you look at it you lose. We wish you gone more than you could know. The nation turns it’s weary eyes from you. Woo, woo, woo And we will be, Mr. forty-five, relieved when you've left and gone away. Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey