Trump ta da, trump ta da, trump
ta da, trump ta da, taaa da, trump
ta da, trump ta da, trump ta da,
trump ta da, taaa. “That’s
American beef on the hoof,”
say the cattle growers, music
by Aaron Copeland, an urban,
Jewish, gay guy capturing the
adolescent Wild West with a
timely tune upon which the cattle
people capitalized and to which the
Donald rides off into the sunset or
maybe that’s showing up in court
in New York to face multiple legal
charges — Trump ta da, trump ta
da, trump ta da, trump ta da, taaa
da — galloping past Copeland’s NY
apartment on his way to Rikers —
Rikers, ta da, rikers ta da, rikers,
taaa da…And I don’t think Cope-
land meant any of that stuff for
American beef or the beef America
has with Trump, which Copeland surely
would have if he were alive today
— ta da.