Donald Trump, the Song

To the tune of “Oh, Donna”

Oh, Donald, oh, Donald.

Oh, Donald, oh, Donald.

I knew a man.

“The Donald,” he was called.

If you knew what I know,

I think you’d be appalled.

He’s a wrestling pro.

Donald, who can you be? Who can you be?

He’d drain the swamp.

Gave us Bolton and Barr.

For America first.

Set the stage for more war.

I want to believe,

But Donald, who can you be? Who can you be?

With Fauci, you locked us all down,

Gave us clot shots at warp speed.

Gave us all the wrong advice to heed.

I knew a man.

“The Donald,” he was called.

If you knew what I know,

I think you’d be appalled.

He’s a wrestling pro.

Donald, who can you be? Who can you be?

Oh, Donald, oh, Donald.

Oh, Donald, oh, Donald.

David Martin

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