Got a convoy shirt and a sticker that screams, āHunterās laptop stole my dreams!ā Q on the back and a donāt-tread patch, And a bumper that says āTRUMP: Rematch!ā
You had the right to speak your mind, to pray or not to pray To march, to dream, to disagree and not be led away But now you cheer for kings and crowns And burn
And the Humvees roll, Through the towns we know, With a rattle in the ground and a fear that grows. Yeah, the Humvees roll, Hearts turn cold, You can hear the silence break when the
Welcome to the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Such a crazy place (such a tacky space) Plenty of room at the Hotel Mar-a-Lago Any time of year (any time of year) you can find him here
All alone in the West Wing, Heās watchin' the news roll in... Every city is burning, Heās blaming it all on āthem.ā He said heād bring order, But itās slipping away... The chants in the
Because you know I'm all about that Trump, 'bout that Trump ā no trouble I'm playin' golf and holdin' grudges on the double I'm sayinā facts are fake, and fake is fact, don't burst my
Well the sheriff said he had āem, Bundy swore theyāre real, But those papers up and vanished Like a ghost behind the wheel. One day theyāre in the courthouse, Next day theyāre gone for good,
And Iām a showman, you know what I mean, And I shake my little hands on the Fox News screen⦠Yeah, on the Fox News screen, while I pitch my scheme, Iām too sexy for
Because you know Iām all about that base āBout that base ā no facts Iām all about that base āBout that base ā no facts Iām all about that base āBout that base ā no
Trump man, You just wonāt go away, I said, Trump man, Courtrooms call every day, But hey, Trump man, There are millions to sway, With a truth thatās been twisted and broken!
Oh yes, Iām the great pretender, Claiming Iāve won when Iāve lost, Bragging with pride, And always I hide, The truth that would show what it cost.
Say it's good to be king... when you own the stage, I'll go alone, fix it... and fuel the rage. Golf carts and rallies, gold toilets and flair, Let the people go brokeāI've got billionaire
The swamp he swore heād drain, Just filled with grift again, The debt climbs ever higher, Fed by a ring of liar.Ā Trump told lies, lies grew higher, And it burns, burns, burns ā the
Hit the road, Trump, and donāt you come back no more, no more, no more, no more, Hit the road, Trump, and donāt you come back no more.Ā Old Donny, oh Donny, donāt you lie
With ā1776ā inked across my chest, I swear the libs are the real threat, Bought six more guns for liberty's sakeā (But forgot my insulin by mistake.)