How Does It Feel?
How Does It Feel?
Princetonians for Trump, 2019
Tune sung by Bob Dylan with original lyrics at https://youtu.be/IwOfCgkyEj0.
Once upon a time you lived so fine
Hired wetbacks for a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware guy, Trump just might win"
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that had any doubt
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to pay minimum wage
It’s so surreal!
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be a clueless chump
Surprised by Donald Trump?
Like your cover’s blown?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Old Guffaw,
But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
Nobody has ever taught you how to clean your own john
And you find out now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the orange-wigged oaf, but now you realize
He's not buying any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "Would you like to make a deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be a clueless chump
Surprised by Donald Trump?
Like your cover’s blown?
Like an elitist drone?
You never turned around to see the frown on your chauffeur from downtown
When he brought girls down to turn tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't make other people be dicks for you
You used to buy your visas from a diplomat;
In Leavenworth they call him the Siamese Cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
Slim pickings have to follow fat
After you've taken everything you can steal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be a clueless chump
Surprised by Donald Trump?
Like your cover’s blown?
Like an elitist drone?
Preppy on the steeple and all the pretty people
You're were drinkin’, thinkin’ that you’d got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts and things
But you’ve had to sell your Porsche to keep your house tax paid.
You used to be so amused
By carrot-head’s campaign and the language that he used.
Vote for him now, he calls you, you can't refuse:
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
The unthinkable’s here, and it’s all very, very real.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be a clueless chump
Surprised by Donald Trump?
Like your cover’s blown?
Like an elitist drone?
Trump National Golf Course at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach
(Image posted on the “Photo Gallery” page of the website of The Mar-a-Lago Club, http://www.maralagoclub.com)Like a Rolling StoneBob Dylan for The Band, 1965 Once upon a time you dressed so fineYou threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging aroundFor your next meal How does it feel?How does it feelTo be without a homeWith no direction home?Like a complete unknown?Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itNobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd you find out now you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd say, "Would you like to make a deal?" How does it feel?How does it feelTo be without a homeWith no direction home?Like a complete unknown?Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all came down and did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.Ain't it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he's taken everything he could steal? How does it feel?How does it feelTo be without a homeWith no direction home?Like a complete unknown?Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchanging all precious gifts and thingsBut you'd better take your diamond ring, better pawn it babe You used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuseWhen you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel?How does it feelTo be without a homeWith no direction home?Like a complete unknown?Like a rolling stone? First posted: February 2019Last updated: February 2019