Changing of the Guard Ballade

Changing of the Guard Ballade

The time has come your term is done
Eight long years you’ve ruled this place
We’re sick of you; you’ve had your fun
So please no more of this disgrace
Or shame, humiliation, loss of face
Long we’ve suffered, now we’re through
The winds of change we now embrace
Somewhere, somehow you’ll get what’s due

You’ve always been your father’s son
Twisting, turning with a smirky face
As if war and famine a jolly pun
A family joke, a trivial footrace
Today’s the day we change our pace
No more your governance do we rue
You, gladly we will soon replace
Somewhere, somehow you’ll get what’s due

On parched earth under the Texas sun
Or perhaps a victim of the rat race
Or rotting blindly in a Baghdad slum
Or you’ll disappear without a trace
We wish you no ill for your disgrace
Just that you boil in your own brew
For the sins that time can’t ever erase
Somewhere, somehow you’ll get what’s due

So be on your way, you’ve made your case
We celebrate and start anew
Again we join the human race
Somewhere, somehow you’ll get what’s due