Symphony For The Dribble
A song for Donald tRump
Sung to the tune of: Sympathy For The Devil, by the Rolling Stones
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Why did you allow me to reproduce myself
I’m a man of wealth, not taste
I’ve been president for one long, long year
Sold many a man’s soul away
I was in charge when Nazis marched
They’re fine people too, so don’t you hate
Made damn sure that Paul Manafort
Hid his money, and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name
But what’s puzzling you, is the nature of my brain
I sit around watching Fox And Friends
They help me make America great again
Everything else is just fake, fake news
It is all just a means to my ends
I rode no tank, and I held no rank
While my bones spurs ached, and Saigon sank
Pleased to lead you, hope you guess my name
Ah, what’s puzzling you is the incompetence of my game
I fired Comey, ‘cause he wouldn’t be homey
Opened a fake school, and sold bad steaks
I shouted out who killed democracy
When after all, it was just little old me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man who paid for Russian hooker pee
But I don’t pay my contractors
And I have a penchant for bankruptcy
Pleased to cheat you, hope you guessed my name
But what’s puzzling you, is just the fact that I’m so lame… oh yeah, get down, baby
Just as the charges against me, are all a witch hunt
I drained the swamp, what’s your complaint
I like my daughter just a little too much
Because hey, I never learned to have restraint
I walked in on Miss Teen USA
I admitted your crotches, aren’t safe
I stuck little kids into cages
And my own into the damn White House
I like Vladimir Putin
More than I like my own spouse
So, if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, show some respect
All my well-crafted policies
Will end up with this country being wrecked
Pleased to meet you, did you guess my name
But what’s worrying you is that the country will never be the same
Tell me baby, what’s my name, now tell me honey, do you like fame…