LITTLE BOY BLUE IS BLOWING HIS HORN IN THE BLUE STATES.

COME YE BELIEVERS, LISTEN TO THE TRUMPET BLARE AND BLAST ACROSS THE AIRWAVES AND THE BYWAYS WITH MESSAGES THAT HURT AND HEAL A NATIONS OF WOES.

THEY ECHO BACK WITH SOUNDS OF CHEERS AND LEARS WHEN THEY FIRST HEAR THE MESSAGES OF HIS HORN'S SONG THEY CAME  NEAR.

WAKE UP WERE THE CRYS FROM THE SIRENS  ON THE STREETS AND TOWNS AS THE WALLS OF JUSTICE TURN ITS FACE IN HER DISGRACE.


Big man Trump from the Red States come blow your own horn.The Christians sheep are the meadows and the immigrants are in the corn.

Sang a song about building a wall.
I do hope you know about Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall.
And we  know that all the king's horses and his men couldn't put Humpty together again.
Regan said,"Mr. Gorbachev tear down that wall"and you say build that wall.
May the people agree with you and you will not fall.

Big man Trump from the Red States come blow your own horn The Christians sheep are in the meadows and the immigrants are in the corn.

 Shout out messages about taxes and cuts for the those at the top and middle ones.
While the big bankers just twiddled their thumbs.
You know the business games first hand.
and you can clean up our land.

Big man Trump from the Red States  come blow your own horn.The Christians sheep are in the meadows and the immigrants are in the corn.

Your platform stands for all men and women and not the party type.
there is no music or drinks, not even sprite.
a party for the people by the people that fight.
your words are from the two-edged sword  that will bring fright.

Big man Trump from the Red States come blow your own horn.The Christians are in the meadows and the immigrants are in the corn,

Where is the boy child who looks after the sheep?
The last we saw him he was awoken from a deathly sleep.
and he when to the heavens to the throne to take the right-hand seat.
and his return will bring many to weep.
blow your horn big man Trump before we go too deep.


Big man Trump from the Red States come blow your own horn.The Christians are in the meadows and the immigrants are in the corn,

Will you blow your horn to wake up those that sleep?
or will they slumber and stay weak?
The faithful will just seek.
but, your horn will squeak.
freedom for all and even the meek.