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Po-Dunk: The Current Kid Rock Campaign Video

Nationalism In Po-Dunk – PA Kid Rock’s people in rural Michigan are giving the middle finger to the conservatives who had stabbed them in the back, and to the liberals who want them blended out of existence. “Po-Dunk” follows the same angry current as that of Michigan’s other native son, Michael Moore, who featured those same people in his unintentionally pro-Trump campaign video. Did you forget about Moore’s “Biggest Fuck You in Human History”? I didn’t.

Yes, on November 8, you — Joe Blow, Steve Blow, Bob Blow, Billy Blow, Billy-Bob Blow, all the Blows — get to go and blow up the whole goddamned system because it’s your right. Trump’s election is going to be the biggest “Fuck You” ever recorded in human history and it will feel good. — Michael Moore

“Po-Dunk”

Momma looking good in some jeans all ripped
Got a baby in her belly and a baby on her hip
Little towheaded rascal peeing off the porch
Daddy got a shotgun looking for a stork
(Oh Lord)

And that’s po (po) dunk (dunk)
Don’t give a flying hillbilly fuck
I said po (po) dunk (dunk)
House full of youngins and a yard full of junk
Love us if you can, sorry if you can’t
Holla if you is, shut up if you ain’t
Po-oh-oh-oh-whoaoh, po-dunk!

Bible by the bed and a bottle sitting pretty
Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet
An old mutt in the yard licking on an itch
Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by the ditch
(Can I get a witness?)

And that’s po (po) dunk (dunk)
Don’t give a flying hillbilly fuck
I said po (po) dunk (dunk)
A yard full of chickens and a barn full of drunks
Love us if you can, sorry if you can’t
Holla if you is, shut up if you ain’t
Po-oh-oh-oh-whoaoh, po-dunk!

Po-dunk!

Put your adult beverage over your head
If you’re bat shit crazy and your neck is red
As the dirt on the road where we all grew up
Sing something with me if you ain’t nothing but…
(You ain’t nothing but, you ain’t nothing but…)

Po (po) dunk (dunk)
Don’t give a flying hillbilly fuck
I said po (po) dunk (dunk)
House full of youngins and a yard full of junk
Love us if you can, sorry if you can’t
Holla if you is, shut up if you ain’t
Po-oh-oh-oh-whoaoh
Po-oh-oh-oh-whoaoh, po-dunk!
Po-dunk!
Po-dunk!
Po-dunk!

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  • Rob De Witt August 22, 2017, 10:21 AM

    Generation upon generation of white boys pretending to be ghetto trash so’s they can feel hip.

    Pathetic. And thank you rocknroll.

  • PA Cat August 22, 2017, 3:34 PM

    Friendly editorial comment: the little rascal in the third line is “towheaded” (has very light blond hair the color of tow [flax]), not “toe headed,” which would be an anatomical curiosity, to put it mildly.

  • Vanderleun August 22, 2017, 6:29 PM

    Tanks, Kat. Fixet hear butt knot @ da leerics sight eye gott dem frum.

  • Casey Klahn August 22, 2017, 7:51 PM

    Kid Rock is the perfect next candidate. I’m all in.

  • Jewel August 22, 2017, 8:11 PM

    The blonde pole dancer looks like my Irksome Middle Child….sadly. It prolly is her.

  • Snakepit Kansas August 23, 2017, 5:03 AM

    Didn’t see any Mexicans in that video. Racists.

  • Joyful August 23, 2017, 6:32 AM

    Confession: lifelong michiganian going back at least four generations. Kinda dig the rebel rousing beat but on the whole the message is not great in my opinion.

    A month ago my 27 y.o. daughter posted a picture on instagram of herself on a camping trip wearing a flannel shirt, her nearly two-year-old towhead son an her back and 7 months pregnant with her fourth child. The caption: “one baby boy on my back and one in my belly – really can’t wait for them to meet”.

    Her family of 5 live on one hardworking man’s salary earned by siding houses. In other words, below the poverty line. And yet, they conduct themselves like the dignified man and woman God intended them to be.

    It is hard but possible.

  • Roger in Republic August 23, 2017, 11:42 AM

    Yes, President Trump’s “Fuck You” sounds very good indeed, because he is not talking to me. He is talking to all of you losers.