Hope the lock on Trump’s door Is a double bolt It won’t take much more To stir up a revolt Which isn’t helped By the fact he’s a dolt Who’s badly in need of An electric jolt
Hope his living quarters Are secure Because the generals are coming for him That’s for sure And they have a reason Not to ignore The fact he’s steadily beating The drums of war
Hope the President has A good escape plan Because it’s clear to one and all Things are getting out of hand He’s trying to start a war With ancient Iran Comforted by the notion That he believes he can
Hope America’s dictator’s thinking Long and hard About World War Three Which he’s about to start Just to prove to us That he has rare heart See he’s prepared to take us To ‘til death do us part