I’ve got those dirty, lowdown, West Bank blues.
You have to be aware of it; it’s all over the news.
Sometimes you think you’re winning, but it turns out that you lose.
The Trumpster’s made an offer I don’t think I can refuse.
Obama’s crowd is dead to me; I’m glad to see them go.
But the right is jumping on my back to annex land, you know.
I made my name by balancing–by lurching to and fro.
Jerusalem’s a powder keg; it won’t take much to blow.
I’ve got the blues.
The annexation blues.
I used to blame Obama
Now I don’t have an excuse.
It seems that things are going well.
The future’s very bright.
But it only takes a single spark
And we’ll all say good night.