Lyrics

Imaginary Tomato

I threw an imaginary tomato at the Trump International Hotel
I don’t care much for the president: He can go to hell!
But all my anger, all my frustration finds its way back to you.
And it makes us both uncomfortable: I don’t know what to do.
Oh, Oh, Oh, imaginary tomato.

And I’m really, really frustrated with my fellow Democrats
They’re telling me I can’t do this, telling me I can’t do that.
And all this confusion, my disillusion winds up in your lap.
And I’m a crying, sniveling baby who really needs a nap.

Oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, Imaginary Tomato

Even an army of deadly nightshades couldn’t straighten this thing out
All the vegetables in my garden couldn’t squash this sour kraut.
All my intention, all my invention gets tangled up with you
If there’s hope for us, it’s on the next bus that’s pulling through.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, imaginary tomato.

Michael Gutierrez-May
July, 2018