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Vanida Plamondon (AI Assisted)
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Vanida Plamondon
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November 05, 2025
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MP3 9.2 MB • 320 kbps • 4:00
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Lyrics
Intro
Ohhh yeah, hey now daddy-o,
Put your chrome dreams in the show,
You wanna roll it like the old days, man,
Well hop in your DeSoto and scram!
Verse 1
You’re talkin’ bout America, peachy keen and clean,
When soda shops were sacred and the grass was green,
But baby, your history’s got a hole or two,
Them “good ol’ days was not good for anyone but you!
Put your red hat on, puff up your chest,
Pretend that black and white was the best,
You want Ike, drive-ins, and TV sets,
But you forget who’s servin’ your omelettes!
Chorus
Hey MAGA dolts, take a little ride,
Back to the fifties, where your myths collide,
You and your Imbecile, hand in hand,
Go build that “great ol’ promised land!
Hey MAGA dolts, don’t you come back,
We’ll keep the color and you take the black-and-white track!
Verse 2
You want Mom in pearls and Dad with a pipe,
A little TV family, all the same type,
You think that freedom meant everyone agreed,
And folks who spoke up got told to leave!
You’re tappin’ your toes to segregation’s beat,
While we’re dancin’ forward on electric feet,
Your time machine’s got a busted gauge,
You’re stuck on reruns, we’re writin’ the next page!
Bridge
Oh yeah! You miss the diner jukebox spin,
Oh yeah! When lies were truth and sin was “in,
Oh yeah! You want the world in black and white,
Oh no! But we got color now, and we shine bright!
Chorus
Hey MAGA dolts, take a little ride,
Back to the fifties, where your myths collide,
You and your Imbecile, all coiffed and tanned,
Go live that dream in Neverland!
Hey MAGA dolts, don’t you come back,
We’ll keep the future, you keep the Cadillac!
Verse 3
You got your soda pop pride and your plastic faith,
Your bubblegum lies and your nuclear wraith,
You think chrome fins make the world all right,
But your past ain’t shiny, it just hides the blight!
You’re sellin’ “simple times with a sneer and grin,
But you forget who got left out back then,
You call it glory, we call it fear,
Your golden age ain’t welcome here!
Verse 4
You want your suburbs, gates, and grace,
Where no one questions the master race,
You wave that flag like a neon crown,
While the jukebox burns this bigot town!
You dream of June Cleaver, think she’d agree,
To bow to your orange royalty?
Your fantasy’s dead, we’re alive and loud,
You can twist your lies in another crowd!
Breakdown
We got rockets, rights, and rhythm and blues,
You got sock hops, lies, and black leather shoes,
You say “America first but the joke’s on you,
Cause progress rolls on, no matter what you do!
Final Chorus
Hey MAGA dolts, hit the road Jack,
Back to the fifties, and don’t come back,
You and your Imbecile, keep the act,
We’re movin’ on, and that’s a fact!
Outro
Ohhh yeah,
Go twist to your lies and chrome,
This future’s ours, go make the past your home!
