Do you remember the Cole Porter song, “Don’t Fence Me In” sung famously by Frankie Laine? The recent futile efforts of the Presumptive’s handlers to script his speeches recalled this song to me, somewhat altered.
Oh, give me space, lots of space when I’m shouting out my words
Don’t script my speech
Let me say what I may, doesn’t matter how absurd
Don’t script my speech
Let me say stinky things at my public rallies
And listen to the cheering of my verbal sallies
Censor me forever but I ask you, paly
Don’t script my speech
Just turn me loose, let me chatter ‘bout what matters
To my private enterprise
From my caboose let me slander my detractors
As the devil in disguise
I want to shoot from the hip when I lose my temper
While hoping for the time when none would dare to tamper
I hate my detractors and I can’t stand prompters
Don’t script my speech, oh no
Now palies don’t you script my speech
6/8/16
