What Third-World Are We In?

What Third-World Are We In?

Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands

What Third-World Are We In? –Music and Lyrics by

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Verse 1:
If China sent their 5 million man army,
We’d all be prepping for war, not a party.
Tanks rollin’ in, jets in the sky,
We’d grab our gear, kiss our loved ones goodbye.
But somehow, 20 million from Venezuela and Haiti
Came thru the border like it was gravy.
With flip-flops and beach towels, no Border Guards in sight,
The Dems say, “They’re just here to crash for the night.”

Chorus:
Flip-flops at the border, breaking through the gate,
No papers, no problem—just join the party.
Five million soldiers would spark a fight,
But 20 million illegals are voting tonight.
So forget the laws, pull up a chair,
Turns out, chaos reigns when no one cares.

Verse 2:
If China shows up, we’d hit DEFCON 5,
But Venezuela’s here, it’s just a Latin vibe.
No need for tanks, illegals brought ballots instead,
If China showed up, there’d be tanks in the yard,
But the third-world are here now eating our dogs.
And where is our leader, it’s a beach town ho-hum.
In Aurora, Colorado, it’s not a Western showdown,
The Venezuelan gang’s rolling in, took over a town.

We need a John Wayne again!

Chorus:
Flip-flops at the border, breaking through the gate,
No papers, no problem—just join the party.
Five million soldiers would spark a fight,
But 20 million illegals are voting tonight.
So forget the laws, pull up a chair,
Turns out, chaos reigns when no one cares.

Bridge:
China’s army would take over the farms,
But 20 million strong just wanna crowd the schools.
No war cries, just salsa beats,
Street food and laughter fill the streets.
They came through the back door with a “Mi Casa, Su Casa,”
Turned America into a fiesta!

Chorus:
Flip-flops at the border, breaking through the gate,
No papers, no problem—just join the party.
Five million soldiers would spark a fight,
But 20 million illegals are voting tonight.
So forget the laws, pull up a chair,
Turns out, chaos reigns when no one cares.

Verse 3:
Up in Springfield, Ohio, it’s quite the sight,
20,000 Haitians, and man, they’ve got an appetite.
No chicken or steak, they’re turning heads,
With cats and dogs on their dinner spreads.
“Who needs burgers?” they cheer with a grin,
While the locals wonder, “What third-world are we in?”
It’s a culinary twist, and hey, its a huge con.
Just don’t let Fido get too close to Juan!

Chorus:
Flip-flops at the border, breaking through the gate,
No papers, no problem—just join the party.
Five million Chinese would cause a fight,
But 20 million illegals are voting tonight.
So forget the laws, pull up a chair,
Turns out, chaos reigns when no one cares.

Outro:
Yeah, China’s got jets, but we got Kamala,
The third-world’s here now but in November we’ll change the mood.
No bombs were dropped, but control’s slipping fast,
An invasion’s not always a thing of the past.
So with empanadas and AKs, they claim the land,
Who knows when the future slipped from our hands?