Tugboat Jackson - What Do You Say, Bobby K.?

 It was bound to happen that Tugboat Jackson would wade into the political fray of current times. He takes aim at the Secretary Of Health And Human Services, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who has some controversial ideas about vaccinations and other health concerns.  Tug doesn't pull any punches; we contacted him to give us some feedback, but he said it's all in the song, no further feedback needed! 

 

 

 

 

The National health guru 

Has some different beliefs

 Like vaccines cause more disease 

Than cure sickness and grief 

This is from a man who said 

He once had a worm in his head 

He said it shriveled up and died 

But it gotten fat instead 

 

What do you say, Bobby K? 

Think your ideas superior? 

 You drag your name through the slime 

By kissing Trump’s posterior 

 

 Junior also hates fluoride 

Causes cancer, arthritis too 

Adding it to city water 

Is something they shouldn’t do 

He also says that autism

Is an epidemic obscene! 

He vows to find the cause for sure 

(A hint, it’s linked to VACCINE!) 

 

 What do you say, Bobby K? 

Is your logic sound and firm? 

People think that it’s you talking,

 But I think it is the worm! 

 

Junior himself is afflicted 

By a voice hoarse and that strains 

Did he drink too much fluoride? 

Shoot too much H in his veins? 

Oh no! Did he get vaccine, 

That caused his present voice state? 

But I don’t need any science 

To know what caused his voice fate! 

 

 What do you say, Bobby K? 

I’ll say it now and affirm 

The voice area of your brain 

Has been chewed on by the worm!

 

 In the end it doesn’t matter 

The Repubs shoved him through 

The 4 elephant physicians 

Gave him their total approve 

Health has nothing to do with it 

Trump decrees it, they will pass 

He drops his pants, and wiggles 

They all fight to kiss his ass! 

 

What do you say, Bobby K? 

You’ve got a plan to save it! 

But the worm’s still doing well, 

Fills your brain full of it’s shit!

 

 So no more relying on science 

What suits The Donald’s fat ego 

We don’t need no stinkin’ science! 

Don’t need it where we’re gonna go!