I know he thrills you While he also kills you So will you still go To the Trump Rodeo? We’d like to know It’s not a James Brown show Where fans have to go In the rain or snow
I know he turns you on But enough to mourn Long after he is gone? Cuz you lost your senses And paid the consequences Of the virus spread Hear what I said? You could well be dead
What’s so fascinating His style of debating That most are hating? Or is it his coiffure Maybe it’s much more Than how he wears his hair That brings you there Just to be fair
But whatever it is The man is like the wiz I’m talking square biz Cuz people are hurting And behind his curtain Is just smoke and mirrors Nothing that should scare us It should just prepare us