Between the tents and needles, there’s no Golden left around.

It's been said that the Gavinization of California is nearly complete. The explosion in the debt, the homelessness, the capital flight, and the outrushing tax base are clear signs. And now we're told that ol' Gav wants to take his record of failures on the road, all the way across the country to the nation's capitol. And the D party is just insane enough to make that happen.

This song was inspired by his idiotic policies, his record of failures, the media's complete lack of interest in telling the truth about him, and by the D party voter base's nearly complete abdication of the democratic process to elect a "selected" candidate virtually without any D votes in the primary.

Good on ya, D party! You're amazing.

Gavin

[instrumental Intro]



(Verse 1)

Oh Gavin’s got the answers, carved in marble, polished hair,

He’ll lecture from his vineyard while pretending that he cares.

He’s banning plastic straws again while sipping Napa red,

And if you lose your business — well, he’ll tweet about it instead!

(Chorus)

Gavin, oh Gavin, king of the fog and spin,

Fixes every problem the moment the cameras zoom in.

You say you cleaned the cities, but I can’t see the ground,

Between the tents and needles, there’s no Golden left around.

(Verse 2)

The trains ain’t moving, but the budget’s always late,

The highway funds went missing — blame the “climate state.”

You masked up the children, then dined French Laundry fine,

Twelve courses of hypocrisy with a side of pricey wine!

(Chorus)

Gavin, oh Gavin, waving that Hollywood grin,

Got a slogan for everything; truth don’t fit the spin.

You say you’re heading national, but here’s the tragic part:

California called, they’d like to have a restart.

(Bridge)

Wildfires glowing brighter than the lights of L.A.

Homeless on the boulevard, but bans on plastic trays.

Oh, he’ll tax you for the sunlight, the ocean, and the breeze,

Then say it’s “for the planet” as your wallet starts to wheeze.

(Verse 3)

Now he’s dreaming ’bout D.C., where the power suits reside,

He’s Photoshopped his resume, but can’t Photoshop the tide.

The streets are paved with needles, the coffers paved with gold,

And Gavin’s smiling proudly — the same story, twice retold.

(Final Chorus)

Gavin, oh Gavin, smiling through the smoke,

You call it transformation, but the state just went broke.

And when you run for president, remember this refrain —

The Gavinization’s something we don’t need again.

(Outro)

So raise a toast to optics, to vanity, to spin,

It’s California dreamin’ — but no one’s movin’ in...

This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.