I wanted so much to like you; I had heard so much about you. Your show sounded like fun Sadly, too soon I had begun To listen between the lines To know you, see who you are To know behind the shallow mask To see the ugly stained star.
I forgive myself for a bit of it Because I know that it was The method you always use. I would later guess the cause. Perhaps myself and others The countless clueless mass Mistook the rich and famous As people with any real class.
I had to see the gaudy penthouse With gold used instead of chrome. I needed to see the fake opulence That you chose to be your home. I saw you hobnob with famous And calling them your friends Soon I would be let to see The photo was where it ends.
So, I packed away any care for you And chalked it up to my youth. Little did I know right then I only guessed at half the truth. Because you put your skanky **** Into the presidential race And this latest **** of your ego Means I never stop seeing your face.
Running for the highest office The leader of the free world Sure seems to have given Your screwy hair a different twirl. Suddenly you dragged out speeches Of Hiter, Mussolini and Stalin. You shouted the policies of the KKK And thew your vitriol all in.
Since too many fools in America Started chanting Trump, Trump You seem to want to turn DC Into something like the town dump. As for me, I have trouble sleeping Worried your fans might be letting And idiot in charge of the nukes So he can bring on Armageddon.