Jude's alter-ego, Rude Joberts, wishes our illustrious Dr. F well on his "retirement" from public office.
Recording Credits:
Jude Roberts: music, lyrics, lead vocal, acoustic guitar, electric guitar
Celia Farber: Bass drum, triangle
Rob Norris: Cowbell
Mike Merenda: Snare drum, violin
Ruth Merenda: Harmony vocals
Secret Weapon #1: electric bass
Secret Weapon #2: keyboards, harmony vocals
Recorded and mixed by Mike Merenda at Humble Abode Music
A Truth Barrier Production
Lyrics:
You are the foil
You are the fake
Forty years later
Still on the take
Funny how time hasn’t tarnished your name
Maybe you’re finally out of the game
You are the shyster, you are the shill
Running your racket on Capitol Hill
You are the sentinel, you are The Science
Of an immense and unholy alliance
You are the hero in your own book
You could be Nero, you could be Hook
You could be someone but not anymore
Now you’re the world’s biggest industry whore
So fall on your sword, Mr. Fauci
Daresay you won’t be missed
Another ruthless thug will surely take your place
But at least we’ll never have to see your smug and smiling face again
And again, Mr. Fauci
Dishonor, dissemble and twist
History will airbrush your sordid lies
But deep inside I think you know
It’s time to say goodbye
We are the workers
We are the bees
Cross-pollinating,
Spreading disease
Dreaming our dreams in a terrible mess
You are the Doctor, you think you know best
We are the people, the petulant masses
You fill us with pills, you spray us with gasses
Inject us with fear in a media blitz
Scaring and selling us out of our wits
Selling us out to a ravenous power
While Kissinger laughs in his ivory tower
A killer, a thief and a consummate liar
I’m here to set those lace panties on fire!
So fall on your sword, Dr. Fauci
Welcome to your Waterloo
Our naked little emperor falls from grace
So why it is we’re forced to see your smarmy face again?
And again, Dr. Fauci
You’ve artfully dodged your due
The knots that you have woven will take decades to untie
The W.H.O. and how and where of it, the what and when and why
I’d ask you how you sleep, but it would only make me cry
You’ve put your greedy fingers into every fucking pie
Haven’t you had enough, my friend?
It’s time to say goodbye! (Goodbye…goodbye…goodbye)
© 2022 Jude Roberts, ASCAP