He says he’s got the vision thing
His brain is like a TV show
A madder, badder, sadder king
If he should lose his mind how would we know
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They’re coming out…
We’ve got ourselves a president
A tiny fingered resident
He says the people picked him, but
I say he had some help
He says he’s got the vision thing
His brain is like a TV show
A madder, badder, sadder king
If he should lose his mind how would we know
And though he’s got the biggest brain
He needed help to share the pain
But Lucifer was busy running hell
So he chose this other fellow
Rumpled, bearded
Looks quite mellow
Nothing Bright about him
Far as I can tell
As cold as the sea / compassionate as gravity
As cold as the sea…
A hot dry wind from Alabama
Turned into a man
What turned into a weasel
These things are hard to understand
This man he was a law man
The kind of man we had before
He’s bringing Southern Justice back
From 1964
They’re coming out…
Ben Carson’s at the HUD
Yeah, he’s the brains behind it
He’ll separate you from your home
That is if he can find it.
Pruitt at the EPA
Don’t go for global warming
Says bible prophecy explains
Why all those bugs are swarming
Rick Perry said eliminate the, uh,
The DOE
But now that he’s in charge of it
He’s singing let it be…
They’re bringing out Miss Betsy
To teach us all a lesson
With blackboards chalk and children
Our mistress won’t be messin’
We asked her for her strategy
But she could not explain
It doesn’t really matter though
‘Cause she can make it rain
MAKE IT RAIN etc.
The boss ain’t much for saving jobs
He thinks the unemployed are slobs
He’s counting on his followers forgetting
I’ve heard it tell he’s ill disposed
To work with ladies wearing clothes
It make’s it hard for him to do the vetting
He’s got your back
He’s got your front
He’s gonna grab you by the uhhh…
If you’ve got back and front that are worth getting [you know what I mean]
They’re coming out…
And he says “what have you got to lose” (…)
And we say “well…”
What have you got to lose, well…