Tornado Alley (PROG)

[blackhawks]

Eatcher heart out, Sondheim.

When you're a MAGAt,
You're a MAGAt all the way
From your first cigarette
To your last dyin' day.

When you're a MAGAt,
If the Covid hits the fan,
You got brothers around,
You're an infectious man.

You're never alone,
You're never disconnected.
You're home with your own—
When company's expected,
Masks be damned
You're not well protected!

Here come the MAGAts
Like a bat out of hell—
Someone gets in our way,
Someone don't feel so well!
No, it's no trick
They're gonna feel f'in sick.
F'n sicckkk!