Home run song parody by Criticas:

I would have thought Hunter’s anthem was “Wayward Son”.

Carry on my wayward son

Don’t forget where you left your gun

Lay your weary head to rest

Don’t you lie no more

♩♪ ♫

Once I rose above Ukrainian collusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

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Though my eyes could see I still was a meth head

Though my mind could think I still was a coke head

I hear the voices when I’m dreamin’

I can hear them say

♩♪ ♫

Carry on my wayward son

There’ll be bribes when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don’t you lie no more

Walrus came up with this idea.

I whisked off four lines in reply, then he developed it further, and here we are. I finished my verse to accompany his verse. His is the second one, due solely to their positions in the actual song.

I didn’t want it to get buried in the comments an obscure, off-topic post, since the NSA might miss it there. They probably don’t read past headlines. Government workers.

Man, has my computer started running slow again!

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♩♪

Oh, where have you been, my bleary-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, media darling young one?
I’ve stumbled to my side, snorting parmesan mountains.
I’ve walked from my crimes nearly six crooked decades.
I’ve stomped out the middle between Liberals and Logic.
I’ve been out in front of a dozen bought judges.
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the V(i)P gravy train.
And it’s unheard, it’s a herd, it’s unheard, it’s unheard
Our Dem Card drain’s got it all…

Oh, what did you see, my senile old one?
And what did you see, your dopehead young son?
I saw a unborn baby ended with Planned practice.
I saw a highway of diamonds paid with your taxes.
I saw a black protest with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of transmen with their “hammers” a-bleedin’
I saw a white liberal all covered with masks.
I saw ten thousand Twitters whose tweets were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords taken from free citizens
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard lid’s a-gonna be called.

♩♪

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Possible next collaboration: Joe Biden pro-formaing: “Hard. Dazed. ‘Night.”