Consider early hibernation this fall...

All through this long surreal campaign

the Super PACs are howling, “He's a Kenyan.” (it's his spending)

Vote for us unless you hate You Ess

and wanna be like Europe.

Somebody, shake me,
Wake me, when it's over, when it's over.
Somebody, tell me that I'm dreamin',
And wake me when it's over, when it's over.

We far right of Ms. Ayn Rand.

Milton Friedman across the Land.

Liberals, coasters and Dems 'll sure get broke up

now that Real America done woke up.

Civility run thin. Boy, I remember when

we used to love our neighbors, love our neighbors.

Now it's all out war and you know what it's for:

We gotta crush all Labor.

Somebody, shake me, c'mon
Wake me, somebody, when it's over, when it's over.
And tell me that I'm dreamin',
And wake me when it's over, when it's over.

I'm sure they don't mean no harm

Although one side is fulled armed.

For us to be free means that you gotta be

100 percent like me.

I gnawed my nails to the bitter quick

And I pulled out all my my hair.

A few million Gross Rating Points
Come like a cyclone on the air.

It's clear to me that they have one goal:

Get everyone in the fold.

America, you see, is a great place to be

unless you plan to get old.

I said, shake me,
Wake me, somebody, when it's over, when it's over.
Somebody, tell me that I'm dreaming,
And wake me when it's over, when it's over.
Come on and shake me, wake me, somebody
When it's over.