F*ck You, John Fetterman (a song)

You showed up in a hoodie, said you'd fight for the poor
Beat a TV doctor, man, we couldn't love you more
You were tatted up and angry, you were everything we need
Then you got to Washington and sold us out for clout on Fox News at speed
You said you'd be different
You said you'd be real
Now you're confirming fascists
And calling war "no big deal"
Fuck you, John Fetterman
You Carhartt-wearing con
You ran left, governed right
And you smile while people's kids get bombed
Fuck you, John Fetterman
From Braddock to the beltway, what a ride
You traded every principle you had
For a segment on Fox & Friends at five
You confirmed Pam Bondi, you were literally the only one
Every other Democrat said no, you said, "Sounds fun"
You killed the War Powers vote, you were the single deciding voice
Three Republicans found Jesus, you found a different choice
Fifty-six percent of your state
Said they don't want this war
You said, "Operation Epic Fury!"
Like a kid in a gift shop at the Army Corps
Fuck you, John Fetterman
Joe Lieberman in basketball shorts
You "revere the market," cool
While your voters can't afford a quart
Of milk or gas or rent, but hey
At least you kept the bombs on time
You're a profile in courage, John
If courage was a fucking war crime
You call your base "anti-American"
From a libertarian podcast set
You called the left "communist"
While cashing progressive checks
You won't say "fascist," that's uncouth
But you'll greenlight a bombing run
The bravest thing you ever did
Was wear shorts to the Senate, hon
Remember when you had a stroke and every right-wing hack
Said you were brain-damaged and broken and you'd never make it back?
Remember who showed up for you? Who phonebanked? Who believed?
We sent you twenty-five bucks we didn't have and now we're feeling pretty deceived
Fuck you, John Fetterman
You bipartisan little fraud
You've been on Fox more than Hannity
And you think that makes you broad
Fuck you, John Fetterman
From every door we knocked, every call we made
You used the progressive vote to get the gig
Then you let every single promise fade
And the funniest part, the part that really kills me
Is he still wears the hoodie
Like he's one of us
Buddy, that hoodie doesn't make you working class
It makes you a cosplayer
With a Senate salary
And a hard-on for Lockheed Martin
Fuck you, John Fetterman
Fuck you very much


**Lyrics and guitar by Robin

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