SO FED UP, I’M THROUGH ! – The Ballad of Melania T. (parody of Bob Dylan song “Tangled Up in Blue”)

If you think you’re fed up with Donald Trump in 2024, imagine how his better half must feel. Here is our view of what may be going through Melania’s mind. Are we on the right track? What other thoughts do you imagine she has these days? Leave a comment – PG-13 or below! – and please SUBSCRIBE, Like, etc. And if you want more like this, check out our other Youtube video parodies.

You can scroll down to read the complete song lyrics, including a bonus “cut-for-time” verse about how Donald and Melania first met (yes, it’s a mostly accurate depiction of that fateful 1998 moment).

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SO FED UP, I’M THROUGH ! – The Ballad of Melania T.
parody of Bob Dylan’s “Tangled Up in Blue”
Original lyrics © 07/2024 by Marilyn D. Davis
Vocals, Autoharp and Slide Show: Marilyn D. Davis
Upright Bass, Sound Production/Engineering and Slide Animation: Bob Samborski

Timestamps
00:00 Verse 1 - Optimism in 2015 leads to serious questions
00:51 Verse 3 - From NY socialite to a reluctant First Lady
1:36 Verse 4 - A Stormy life, a trophy wife, and contemplating a better future
2:21 Melania's many fed-up faces
2:33 Autoharp solo, knifed KFC and credits

V1. Early one Tuesday in 2015
Wearing a fancy white dress,
I rode with him down the escalator –
Felt excitement, I confess.
My folks said our life together
Should be like a piece of cake.
How was I to know back then
It would be a huge mistake?
Then I found myself on the Capitol steps
In the light blue suit that I bought;
He took the oath – his dream come true –
But I was his afterthought
Without a clue.
So fed up, I’m through.

V2. ( * * * Bonus verse, cut for time * * * )
We met during a Fashion Week
But he wasn’t alone;
When his date left for the ladies room
He asked if he could phone.
This should’ve been a warning sign,
He wasn’t even divorced;
Hitting on me at that event
Was something I couldn’t endorse.
Then he pressed his number into my hand;
I never thought I’d make that call.
But I realized maybe his connections
Could help my career overall –
That was my view.
So fed up, I’m through.

V3. Once we lived in a golden pad
Fifty-some stories high;
I got to do whatever I pleased,
It was lovely – that’s no lie.
But then when I was forced into
A very public way of life –
That’s the point things began to crack
From all the stress and strife.
For a time I acted like I enjoyed
The pomp and the circumstance;
He got most of the benefits
But I never had a chance
To get my due.
So fed up, I’m through.

V4. I’ve endured too much with him,
Countless Stormy days;
Indictments come and indictments go –
To me it’s just a haze.
Now he wants to repeat that life of
Public scrutiny.
They treat me worse than a trophy wife –
I hate it, truthfully.
At least I have all the legal grounds
To keep myself intact.
And when the time is right I’ll split;
There’ll be no turning back –
“Bye-bye! F. You!”
So fed up, I’m through.