Somehow over these few years, we'll get by
When the country has dumped Trump. Once and for all, "Goodbye!"
Someday after The Don goes, skies turn blue
Night screams and all those sweat soaked dreams really don't come true

I pray each night upon a star
To wake up where this Devil's far behind me
Where MAGA Hats and Orange Hair Tops
Away! Like 70's Flip-Flops
That's so fine by me

Some say over this next year, Pigs Will Fly
Pigs Fly over this next year,
Then we'll clean up Trump's Pigsty

If Donald Trump sprouts wings to fly
Beyond all rainbows,
We'll hose down his Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiy