Go Tell Old Vlady.
(Sung to the tune of “Go Tell Aunt Rhody.”)
Go tell old Vlady, go tell old Vlady,
Go tell old Vlady that Trump caint help no more,
The Intel he’s been sharing will soon be stale and old,
So go tell old Vlady that Trump caint help no more,
His followers now mourning,
his rallies now grown cold,
Soon nothin on your broadcasts,
But Trump’s lousy golf score.
So go tell Old Vlady,
That White House phone you called,
Will not be the Oval Office,
But Four Seasons’ Landscape Yard.
So go tell Old Vlady, go tell Old Vlady,
Go tell Old Vlady,
That Trump won’t help no more.
(a folk song of unknown origin.)