brentalfloss - How the Trump Stole Christmas! lyrics
[brentalfloss - How the Trump Stole Christmas! lyrics]
You're a douchebag, Mr trump
I would smack you if I could
You said "Mexicans are rapists
But perhaps a few are good" mr trump!
If nothing you've said so far
Has killed your campaign
Then God knows what would
You made fun of a disabled guy
And then acted unaware
You took time out of a speech to
Make a stranger pull your hair
You'll say absolutely anything that keeps
You in the news like you "don't like
Black accountants" 'cause
You'd "rather stick to Jews"
You gave Lindsey Graham's number
Out on national TV
And your hair's like cotton candy
Made of butterscotch and pee mr trump!
The symbol of our nation tried to kill you
That's pretty clear to me
You're sort of lumpy, Mr trumpy
You're a prick, a dick, a putz
You retweeted fake statistics from
A Neo Nazi nut mr trump!
All your other facts and figures
Come directly from your butt
You get little bit's of spittle in
The corner of your mouth
And you get support from
Racists, cretins, bigots, and The South
You'd send ISIS-fleeing refugees right
Back into the slaughter
Once you said you'd date Ivanka
If she weren't, in fact, your daughter
You made up that 9
11 thing, the one you won't retract
How were you the only witness to
The "thousands" in the act?
You keep standing by each random lie
You pull out of your ass
Like BS-ing through a book report
Then threatening the class
So you'll ban a whole religion? Not
A one will you admit?
I'd compare your tone to Hitler
But then he knew when to quit
When you frown it's like a toddler
Trying hard take a dump
You've set progress back a hundred years
Just getting on the stump
Yet with every vile thing you say
Your numbers get a bump mr trump!
You're a schmuck!
I would smack you if I could
You said "Mexicans are rapists
But perhaps a few are good" mr trump!
If nothing you've said so far
Has killed your campaign
Then God knows what would
You made fun of a disabled guy
And then acted unaware
You took time out of a speech to
Make a stranger pull your hair
You'll say absolutely anything that keeps
You in the news like you "don't like
Black accountants" 'cause
You'd "rather stick to Jews"
You gave Lindsey Graham's number
Out on national TV
And your hair's like cotton candy
Made of butterscotch and pee mr trump!
The symbol of our nation tried to kill you
That's pretty clear to me
You're sort of lumpy, Mr trumpy
You're a prick, a dick, a putz
You retweeted fake statistics from
A Neo Nazi nut mr trump!
All your other facts and figures
Come directly from your butt
You get little bit's of spittle in
The corner of your mouth
And you get support from
Racists, cretins, bigots, and The South
You'd send ISIS-fleeing refugees right
Back into the slaughter
Once you said you'd date Ivanka
If she weren't, in fact, your daughter
You made up that 9
11 thing, the one you won't retract
How were you the only witness to
The "thousands" in the act?
You keep standing by each random lie
You pull out of your ass
Like BS-ing through a book report
Then threatening the class
So you'll ban a whole religion? Not
A one will you admit?
I'd compare your tone to Hitler
But then he knew when to quit
When you frown it's like a toddler
Trying hard take a dump
You've set progress back a hundred years
Just getting on the stump
Yet with every vile thing you say
Your numbers get a bump mr trump!
You're a schmuck!