In my imagination this would have a beat like a Clash song.
Martha Mitchell
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform
we’re all telling the truth
he was rich
she was pregnant
end of story
ignore what you know
just move along with a new song
Martha Mitchell
we’re a fool to drool about this
it’s all figured out
without a doubt
stop casing about with your views
we know exactly what you don’t
won’t tell you any facts
don’t you fret
Martha Mitchell
she’s a loon
Martha Mitchell
you know we’re all doomed
now I’ll tell you
that you’re in the best of names
the fame won’t go to your head
’cause it’s all a lie
you’re not allowed even a smile
stop your speculating
we told you the facts
keep it up
we’ll think you’re a lout
with out a doubt
Martha Mitchell
she’s a loon
Martha Mitchell
you know we’re all doomed
[bridge]
there’s going to come a time
when everything spins on a dime
all we’ll let you is sigh
what’s your thing
why do you care I declare
you’re a nobody it’s obvious to see
why are we even talking to thee
