Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man

(to the tune of Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man”)

By W Gelles

Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me
though it’s creepy and I know that it may kill me.
Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me
On that mangle-strangle morning I’ll come following you.

Though I know the US Empire is crumbling into sand
War on Russia out of hand
And I have no cash-on-hand—I’m getting hungry
My docileness amazes me, I take the killer-shot
A de-population plot
And folks are getting screwed but still not angry

Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me—
your genetic technology—
though it’s creepy and I know that it may kill me.
Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me
On that mangle-strangle morning I’ll come following you.

Take me disappearing through my brainwashed wokeist mind.
Now I think with my behind
And I’m eager for the shot
that will give me lots of clots
Leave me open to disease,
to heart attack and every kind of sorrow.
Yes, I fell for the Gigantic Lie
of Fauci and Gates, you see,
Warp-Speed Trump and the CDC
circled by the presstitutes
mass murderers in suits
driving truth into the grave
And I’ll come back for my booster shot tomorrow.

Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me—
mRNA debris—
though it’s freaky and I know that it may kill me.
Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me
At the slightest Government warning I’ll come following you.

You’re killing little children with your dangerous “vaccine”
You know damn well what I mean
And adults who fell for your scheme
Their brains too numb to think
Wait only for the Nightly News to program them.
I’m ready for your nazi mandates, I’ll wear your useless mask
The only thing I ask
Arrest the perpetrators of this hoax and never let them out again.

Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me
though it’s deadly and I know that it may kill me.
Hey, Mr. Big Vaccine Man, give that jab to me
On that mangle-strangle morning I’ll come following you.

May all the vaccine victims rise up from their graves
and crush the Covid criminals, those monsters and knaves.

Note: This parody of Bob Dylan’s 1965 song, “Mr. Tambourine Man” is
not intended to reflect or disparage the beliefs or views of Bob Dylan
(whatever they may be) regarding the Covid-19 gene-based vaccines,
which critics have called the most lethal product in medical history.
This parody is intended to encourage people to question the Official
Narrative about the Covid plandemic/scamdemic, which has more holes in
it than there are craters on the Moon.

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