I dreamed i was surrounded by my very own sycophants
My friends were smiling, talking but I couldn’t hear what they said
It was my own private Mar a Lago
They called me sir and offered anything i wanted
They shielded me from scrutiny no matter what i did
It was my own private Mar a Lago
I sidled up to the omelet bar
Like Napolean Bonaparte
"Make me one with extra ketchup and hold the caviar"
I made the rounds glad-handing every hand in sight
They snickered as they called me eloquent and erudite
It was my own private Mar a Lago
There was a huge christmas palm tree
Below a huge portrait of me
In a huge mansion built on hyperbole
I was the commander and the chief
I was surrounded by gold leaf
Oh say can you see the chateau glow
It’s my own private
Mar a Lago
The arrangements are complex and engaging, almost every song has a bridge that pulls you sideways in the best way, the lyrics are often simultaneously emotional and hilarious, and the strings, my God! John Brownell
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