Quote, rewrite, paraphrase songs about the Idiot In Chief
You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people [commit your crimes] for you
Ahh princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinking, thinking that they’ve got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe
Yes, I received your [transcript] yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing [as President] , was that some kind of joke
All these people that [I hired], yes, I know them, they’re quite [criminal]
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name
Feelin’ better soon you’ll be through
Feelin’ better we’ll be done with you
I learned my lesson, it left a scar
My vote showed me how you really are
You’re no good
You’re no good
You’re no good
Donald you’re no good
I’m gonna say it again
You’re no good
You’re no good
You’re no good
Donald you’re no good
I broke the norms, democracy too
Well my vote abused rule of law’s residue
I’ll hope for forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn’t blame you if you said to me
“You’re no good
Your vote could
Wreck this hood
Voting Trump’s no good.”
Night after night,
Fiendin’ to tweet,
The ass with a smarmy mug is keeping perfectly discrete.
Nobody wants to i-view him.
They can see that he’s just a tool.
Cause he never gives an answer.
Cause the fool on the hill.
Having fun, gaining pounds.
Helping Vlad run the show.
While Stephen Miller makes the rounds.
Well on the way,
Half way through a hamberder,
The oaf with a thousand fake tans spewing perfectly berseker. (right - sue me if some of this shit doesn’t scan all peachy)
But none of his base seems to notice,
They can see he’s not a fool,
And he never shows his taxes…
Cause the dotard on the hill,
Sees the Proles going down,
And the McDee’s that he maowed
In his gut, spinning round.
Wonder this time when he’s gone
Wonder if he’s gone to stay
So much sunshine when he’s gone
The white house just ain’t his home
When is he goin’ away ?
I am sure that Lou Reed’s Dirtis about him. It goes like this:
It’s been a long time since I’ve been spoken to you
Was it the right time?
Your current troubles and you know they’ll get much worse
I hope you know how much I enjoyed them
You’re a pig of a person, there’s a justice in this world
Hey, how about that?
Your lack of conscience and your lack of morality
Well, more and more people know all about it
We sat around the other night, me and the guys,
Trying to find the right word
That would best fit and describe you and people like you
That no principle has touched no principles baptized
How about that?
Who’d eat shit and say it tasted good
If there was some money in it for him
[…]
You’re just dirt
You’re just dirt, The only word for you is dirt
That’s all you’re worth - cheap, cheap dirt
You know they call it -
Cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt
you’re just - cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap, uptown dirt
Who lives in a white house inside of DC?
Grump Don Loud Pants
Abhorrent and orange and annoying is he
Grump Don Loud Pants
If political nonsense be something you wish
Go to the polls and vote like a fish
Grump Don Loud Pants
Never had a prez, never had a prez like you,
Doing all the lyin’, doing all the lyin’ you do,
Tons of fairy stories, ain’t no skin and bones,
Largest orange on record, well over 19 stone.
What a whole lotta idjit, a whole lotta idjit,
A whole lotta POTUS, a whole lotta POTUS,
A whole lotta PO PO PO PO PO PO POTUS NO!
*When I come home, baby
And I’ve been lyin’ all night long
I put my daughter on my knee
And she says, “Donny what’s wrong?”
She whispers in my ear so sweet
You know what she says?
She says, “Ooh, Donny, you’re a fool to cry
You’re a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why
Donny, you’re a fool”*
