"Donkeys and more Donkeys!" by The Pudding Dragons deliver a scathing and hilarious commentary on the American GOP with their latest album, using sharp political satire to lampoon figures ranging from Donald Trump to Matt Gaetz. With a mix of biting wit and brutal honesty, the band dissects the absurdity of Fox News, political scandals, and the chaotic missteps of the party’s leaders. The tracks capture the essence of political disaster, blending humor with insight. The Pudding Dragons masterfully transform the turmoil into an explosive yet comedic musical spectacle

The Grand Old Poop Party - Part 2

Under The Elephant's Weight

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AI generated country song inspired by a Romeo Santos song.

you’re still mine



[Verse1] 

Hey I was driving home, from a friends house one night

When I was passed while stopped, at a four way stop sign

This guy was flying, when he passed me, he must have been doing seventy three, one little mis hap and he could have killed meeeee


[Chorus1]

I should have just drove on home

I still would have my dignity, and my left shoe on

I lost my mind, I offerd him some of my frys and then my orange drink was gone...


I should have just gone home

It would have been alright, I'd still have my right ear and I would hear y'all tonight.


[Verse2]

so I got really angry, and followed him down the street he wasn't gonna go home without hearing from me

ya I got really angry, and at the first stop light

I  pulled in front of him, and after that nothing went right.


he knocked me down, in the middle of the street, he ran back to his car and then he beat feet.


[Chorus2]

I should have just drove on home

I still would have my dignity and my left shoe on

I lost my mind, I offerd him some of my frys and then my orange drink was gone


I should have just gone home

It would have been alright, I'd still have my right ear and I would hear y'all tonight


[outro]

I should have just gone home, things would be alright I wouldn't feel all beat up laying in my bed...

I should have kept driving, I could have slept peacefully, but I had to let my freaking mouth get the best of me

I should have kept driving...




Would you like fry's with that

Unstoppable Bette

The Boys

Elbows Up (Country Version)

Jack of all trades

We all remember our dad’s old truck. The sound of the engine, the feel of the bench seat, and the stories built along the way. This song is a tribute to those good times, the lessons we learned, and the roads that shaped us. “Dad’s Old Truck” is a nostalgic country rock track that takes you back to where it all began.

Dad's Old Truck

Letter From Santa Claus (Marvin Shelton-ASCAP)

[Verse]
Christmas morning, there was snow
I could hardly wait to go
Downstairs and look under the tree
To see what Santa left for me

There was a red & white bobber and some fishing line
Along with a note tied with twine
In disbelief I had to pause
Could this be a letter from Santa Claus?

[CHORUS]
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)
A letter from Santa Claus
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)

[Verse]
It said, “little one, I’m proud of you.
I’ve been watching all you do.
You’ve been good and I wish
You could have everything on your list

But money is tight at the North Pole
Give me two more weeks to get your fishing pole
And promise me, when the snow thaws
You’ll go fishing with your Pa.” Signed Santa Claus

[CHORUS]
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)
I got a letter from Santa Claus
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)

[Solo]

[Bridge]
That was many years ago and I’m still amazed because
Santa’s handwriting looks just like Daddy’s does…I got a letter!

[CHORUS]
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)
I got a letter from Santa Claus…I got letter
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)
I got a letter from Santa Claus.
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)
I got a letter from Santa Claus.
(I got a letter from Santa Claus, I got a letter from Santa Claus)

Letter From Santa Claus (Country Version)

Hero

[Verse 1]
Lit a smoke from your dresser drawer
Last flame in a house don’t burn no more
Swore I’d leave, then stood out back
With a match and a memory I can’t unpack

[Verse 2]
You said love don’t count ‘less it’s hard
I threw hands in the neighbor’s yard
You were cryin’, door half shut
Truth’s a dog that don’t come when it’s called, sure ‘nuff

[Chorus]
I’m good at leavin’, bad at the rest
Pack a bag quicker than I can confess
You gave a home, I gave a ghost
And I haunt myself more than most
Yeah I run circles, don’t run far
Find myself where the wrecks still are
You were a lesson I let break
Just another beautiful mistake

[Verse 3]
Coat full of tabs, boots full of miles
Voice like gravel, grin like trial
Ain’t a liar, but I sure don’t tell
The parts of me that don’t age well

[Chorus]
I’m good at leavin’, worse at stayin’
Prayin’ quiet when I should be sayin’
You were fire I smothered in doubt
Lit you up just to put you out
Yeah I run reckless, never clean
Left you standin’ in the might-have-been
You were a shot I didn’t take
Just another beautiful mistake

[Bridge]
Ain’t no saint and I ain’t mean
Just scared to fix what I might’ve seen
Cracks in walls I never paint
You were right—I was halfway faint

[Final Chorus]
I’m good at leavin’, Lord knows I ache
You were the one I should’ve faced
I’d trade every road, every mile I fake
For one more beautiful mistake

Good at Leavin'

I have been involved in music from birth. I was born to drum but soon learned to play guitar, bass, piano and pretty much anything I could make a beat or music with. I love making people happy through music, art and food. I retired from live performances when Covid came into play. I still do cameo appearances but have found great pleasure in writing lyrics and producing music. I love all music as I do food and cultures. There is so much to learn about the people and places in this wonderful world and I will share my experiences and emotions until my fingers no longer work. Then I will do what Stephen Hawking did to get it done. Life is a gift, share it kindly. Live, Love, Laugh.

Would you like fry's with that

Dan Zahra