That's life (That's life)
That's what the normies say
You're funding Hil in April
Shunned like an Amish-crack-whore-with-leprosy* in May
But I doubt you're gonna end this swoon
When you're on the lam
On the lam in June

I said that's life (That's life)
And though it may not seem legit
Most folks get their kicks
Stomping a hypocrite
And you should have seen this going down
Cause that big ol wheel is always coming round

You've been a pervert, a peeper, a pander
A pornist, a pimp, and The King
We seen you up and down and ruling this town
And we know one thing
Each time you find yourselves with egg on your face
You double it down and add to your disgrace

That's life (that's life) I know you tried to deny it
You thought of hitting the NRA
But the folks just ain't gonna buy it
And if you thought they'd quash that story, you crazy guy
It sprouted wings like a big bird and did it fly

You've been a pervert a peeper a pander
A pornist, a pimp and a King
You've been up and down you owned this town
But we know one thing
This time you found yourself too much egg on your face
They'll just toss you to the wolves, flee from your disgrace

That's life (that's life)
And you cant deny it
Many times you've thought of Pulanski route
But the law wont buy it
But if there's one more rape tale coming this July
They're gonna roll you to a jail cell to fry

(What a guy ....)

*(Is best illustratings for shunning ...... da, comrades?)

A thousand apologies for not doing timely equality check on your parody, Komradina. This can happen if I have never heard the original song. Which is surprising, I thought I knew all the songs of this patriarcho-fascist so-called .."crooner"

But after careful review .... Yes, there is equality to found here! Without question!!

And now, my end is near;
And so I face my final curtain.
Victims all standing here,
Decree my fate, and it's quite certain.

I'm a slime this much is true.
I've had more than a dozen three ways;
And more, much more than this,
I had them my way.

Actress, I've had a few;
And then again, Names I'll not mention.
I did what I could do
And obtained sexual subjugation.

And some by some by force;
Each casting couch down my hallway,
And more, much more than this,
I had them my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I had women more than just two.
But through it all, when word got out ,
I accused and created doubt.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And had them my way.

I've raped, I've groped and pried.
I've had my fill; my girls of choosing.
Liberal's tears aside,
They all tried to be excusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
"Oh no, oh no not me,
I had them my way".

For I am a man, With all I've got
Took for myself, things I had naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And now to the whores that all kneel.
The record shows I took their blows -
And had them my way!

Yes, it was my way.

I am greatly relieved, Komrade Director, that your recent harrowing experience in Room 101 has had little to equal effect or the unsurpassed equality of your work ... although it appears it took an unequal amount of time for a full recovery

Forgive me for not warning you in advance, but the phrase "Do it to Cynthia" no longer works on the People's Tormentors as it is now deemed a "heteropatriarchal-normative" break from reality.

In the World of Next Tuesday, use "Do it to Tristan" or "Do it to Brick", so they'll assume your illicit romance is, at the very least, politically correct. Or if you must reference a woman say "Do it to Chelsea" .. which should leave them guessing

A very comforting post of songs from that very great American icon, Frank Sinatra, a.k.a. "Chairman of the Board.", "Ol' Blue Eyes" and "The Voice".

I too, Comrade Callmelennie, had never heard his song "Wave" until a couple of weeks ago and knew I wanted to use it. I just didn't have a theme until I saw yours. :)

Thank you, Mr. Sinatra, for all the wonderful songs you sang.