Not. My. President

 American (Rotten) Pie

Long, long time ago 

I can still remember how history used to make me smile 

And I knew if we had a chance that government by the people could make those people dance 

And maybe they'd be happy for a while 

But January 6 made me shiver 

With all the hate MAGA Brownshirts could deliver

Bad news on the doorstep 

I couldn't take one more step 

I do remember that I cried 

When I read about his election pride

Then something touched me deep inside 

The day American democracy died

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie 

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry 

And them MAGA boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 

Singin', January 20 will be a day of lies

This'll be the day that truth dies

This’ll be the day that democracy dies.

With apologies to the great Don McLean