Donny Do Good
Donny Do Good
Princetonians for Trump, 2019
Tune sung by Chuck Berry with original lyrics at http://youtu.be/ZFo8-JqzSCM.
High up atop Manhattan south of Central Park
So bright that down in Harlem it was never dark
A gleaming gilded penthouse made of marble stood
Where lived a wheeler dealer named Donny Do Good
Who never ever learned to talk PC too well
So he could play progressives just like ringin’ a bell
Go go
Go Donny go go
Go Donny go go
Go Donny go go
Go Donny go go
Donny Do Good!
Atlantic City’s boardwalk’s where he used to earn
A bundle swindling rich folks who just wouldn’t learn
He’d hide a pea he used to call “equality”
From marks addicted to their ideology
As he shuffled cups the other shysters thought:
"What’s that orange-haired kid got that I haven’t got?”
Go go
Go Donny go go … [four times] …
Donny Do Good
His mama told him “Don’t you never be no gent
And you will be our most amusing President
Working folk will laugh and feel they’ve found a friend
The rich elites’ll froth and fume for years on end
But someday in the darkness of a third-world night
They’ll say ‘Donny Do Good was right!’”
Go go
Go go go Donny go … [three times] …
Go
Donny Do Good!
Donald’s apartment, the 68th floor of Trump Tower, Fifth Avenue between 56th and 57th Streets
At last, a leader with so much gold, he doesn’t need to steal ours!
(Photo immediately above by Scott Frances of Otto Archives, accompanying William Menking, “How Donald Trump transformed New York without any regard for design quality,” The Architect’s Newspaper, June 15, 2016, online at http://archpaper.com/2016/06/donald-trump-architecture.)
(Photo at head of page, of The Trump Store stand in the lobby of Trump Tower, Manhattan, accompanies Toby Eckert, "Online Trump store collecting New York sales tax after criticism," Poltico, May 5, 2018, at http://www.politico.com/story/2018/05/03/trump-store-online-sales-tax-517007. That same photo appears on several subsequent pages of this site.)
Johnny B. GoodeChuck Berry, 1958 Deep down in Louisiana close to New OrleansWay back up in the woods among the evergreensThere stood a log cabin made of earth and woodWhere lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so wellBut he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bellGo goGo Johnny go goGo Johnny go goGo Johnny go goGo Johnny go goJohnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sackGo sit beneath the tree by the railroad trackOh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shadeStrumming with the rhythm that the drivers madePeople passing by they would stop and sayOh my what that little country boy could play"Go goGo Johnny go go … [four times] …Johnny B. Goode His mother told him "Someday you will be a manAnd you will be the leader of a big old bandMany people coming from miles aroundTo hear you play your music when the sun go downMaybe someday your name will be in lightsSaying ‘Johnny B. Goode tonight’”Go goGo go go Johnny go … [three times] …GoJohnny B. Goode
First posted: February 2019Last updated: February 2019