Parody of “Radioactive”, words and music by
Imagine Dragons
For
more information
and other parodies, see
www.songworm.com
Parody lyrics ©2026-09-30 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
“Whatever president is in the White House, there's always a backlash against the president's party in the midterms. And so smart presidents, humble presidents, will say to members of their own party, 'Hey, I know you got a tough race. I know I'm not popular in your district.
It's okay if you want to distance yourself.
It's fine. Do what you need to do. We need to get you reelected.' Can you imagine Trump saying, like, 'Let's not make this about me. Feel free to diss me.'
Like, imagine! So we've got this situation: On the one hand, a very normal situation where the president's unpopular and members of his party are trying to figure out how to get re-elected. And on the other hand, we've got this impossible situation where he's not just unpopular, he is the least popular president at this point in his presidency of any president in modern history.
He is radioactive!
And: this is the one president who insists that everybody must run with him. 'Pretend I'm on the ballot.” — Rachel Maddow on “Late Night with Seth Meyers”, 29 September 2026 (https://youtu.be/HV9DzTkBDkA?t=318)
To disagree is treasonous.
You went along ‘cause you knew you must
To help survive the party polls.
He takes them in, winds them up.
Invites himself on your campaign bus.
Just in time for the reckoning.
Oh no.
| Chorus: |
He’s crashing out Like everybody knew! Enough To turn your district blue! Welcome to the blue wave, to the blue wave. Welcome to the blue wave, to the blue wave. Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh. He’s Radioactive, radioactive! Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh. He’s Radioactive, radioactive! |
A little late to disavow.
He never would allow that anyhow.
He brings the crowds. They bring their guns.
So no.
He lashes out, screws it up,
Then stows away on your campaign bus.
This is it, it’s the reckoning.
Oh no.
(Chorus)
High price of meals. Sons getting rich.
Overseas deals, overpriced kitsch.
(Chorus)