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IT'S TRUDEAU'S FAULT (Jaunty song)

 It's Trudeau's fault

my kid flunked math.

It's Trudeau's fault

my boss gave me the shaft.

It's all his fault

and can't you see?

If we can't have Harper we will take Pee Pee.


It's Trudeau's fault

my cow done died.

It's Trudeau's fault

my wife marched in pride.

It's all his fault 

and can't you see?

Stick your head up your ass and vote CPC


It's Trudeau's fault

I can't afford gas.

It's Trudeau's fault

I got a roid on my ass.

It's all his fault

and can't you see?

Pierre Poilievre is a true nazi.


It's Trudeau's fault

Harper lost the election.

It's Trudeau's fault

I can't get an erection.

It's all his fault

nothing bad is not....

but at least he gave us legalized pot.

 

God Damn! Andrew Scheer. O'Toole. Little Pee Pee. How many shit bullets do we have to dodge before the Conservatives elect a decent leader?



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