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I wrote this song for my AP US History class so that I could get an extra 10 points on my final. It's a rewording of jingle bells. I hope he accepts it.
“Bullet Shells”
Kennedy was killed,
In a four-wheeled open Ford
Abe Lincoln was killed,
In Ford’s Theater (Ha-ha-ha).
Both shot in the head.
Both shooters took flight.
Some call it a conspiracy
And I think they are right
Oh, Bullet shells,
Bullet shells,
Why not go away?
Do call it a coincidence,
But you’ve been led astray.
My name is Kennedy
I thought I'd take a drive
And soon John Connally
was sitting by my side;
The car was painted black;
Misfortune seemed our lot;
We drove into a crowded street
And we
we both got shot
Bullet shells,
Bullet shells,
Why not go away?
Do call it a coincidence,
But you’ve been led astray.
My name is Abe Lincoln
my story I shall tell
I had a dream one day
before I said “farewell”;
I dreamt that I would die
In a manner rather gray
I did one day
The day I went
to see that ghastly play
Bullet shells,
Bullet shells,
Why not go away?
Do call it a coincidence,
But you’ve been led astray.
We now lay decayed
We can’t hear “ding dong”
Offer us a spade
So we can run along;
Offer us a toupee
of one we each do need
Maybe skin and bones also
And poof! We can now bleed
Bullet shells,
Bullet shells,
Why not go away?
Do call it a coincidence,
But you’ve been led astray.