Spitting Image - Ronnie Reagan Song-0
Spitting Image - Ronnie Reagan Song
"The Ronnie Reagan Song" is a Spitting Image song parodying Ronald Reagan and his oove of the countryside, as well as Country and Western music in general. The song is sung by Ronald Reagan, sitting alone by a campfire in the South Dakota desert close to Mount Rushmore, playing an old acoustic guitar.
However, Reagan isn't as alone as he first appears, as he soon joined by an extensive chorus, including of his wife, Nancy Reagan and her friends (who include Princess Diana and Dolly Parton) as well as the huge amounts of the President's personal staff and security detail and other White House Staff.
Lyrics[]
(Ronald Reagan)
The winds are blowing cold tonight, along the Kansas trail,
The coyotes are howling, and there's varmints on my tail.
But when I'm feeling lonesome, like I was just knee high,
I sit me down beside the fire, alone beneath the sky:
Just me, my old guitar, and God!
(Chorus)
Just him, his old guitar, and God!
(Ronald Reagan)
But life ain't quite so simple now, like what it was before,
Well there's questions to be answered, there's strangers at the door.
But when I'm feeling crowded, by those little men from Mars,
I sit me down beside the fire, alone beneath the stars:
Just me, my old guitar...
(Nancy Reagan)
Oh yoo-hoo!
(Ronald Reagan)
...And Nancy! Heh-heh-heh!
(Chorus)
Just him! His old guitar! God! And Nancy!
(Ronald Reagan)
Abe Lincoln died of syphilis, and Jesus was a Jew,
The say God isn't married, I pray that that's not true.
But when the world's plum-crazy, I play a country tune, (Yee-Haa!)
I sit me down beside the fire, alone beneath the moon:
Just me, my old guitar...
(President's Aides)
Hah!
(Ronald Reagan)
And those turkeys! Heh-heh!
(Chorus)
Just him! His old guitar! God! Nancy! And the President's security, publicity, medical and catering team!
(Ronald Reagan)
I tried to do the best I could, I try to make a stand,
Folks keep saying things to me I just don't understand.
So when things get on top of me, and streets are full of cars,
I sit me down beside the fire, alone beneath the stars:
Just me, this old box! Heh! Oh, and Burke!
(Chorus)
Just him! His old guitar! God! Nancy! And the President's security, publicity, medical and catering team and the black briefcase that follows him around everywhere he goes so that he can launch a nuclear war!
(Ronald Reagan)
Oh, and I forgot the band!
(Band)
Woo-hoo!