The mind is one incredible organ, tool, friend. For at least a month, I tried to find this song for which I only had a vague recollection. Of course, it was in my sentiments toward Trump. As I took a break from yard work, I just searched one more time with “move out song” and bam! It’s Move Out, Situation by Yazoo.
“Move out, don’t mess around
Move out, you bring me down
Move out, how you get about
Don’t make a sound just move out”
I think you can understand why I thought of Trump:
And now that little man on the stationary bicycle (that I picture inside my head who constantly spins to help recollect stuff from the brain) can get on with finding my mom’s fudge recipe.