“Great” they just ain’t
The gnomes very ill
And fascist with ghoulish grin
That keeps them happy, his shills
Anyone that wants to know him
Can be easily played as a tool
For the country he’s a cancer

With his stooges and shills bringing the country down
All these slime are brain-dead, led by a deadly clown

Hell came the day
He came around
The fascist with voice louder than the hound Gnome gatted down
A bevy of morons hears him as he drowns them in “news” that’s fake
A sleazy and seamy sick schtick

He’s a ghoul with this shills, bringing the country down
And the eyes in is head are colon color brown

This waste-us is the Turd Reich king
Sane folk see what he wants to do
Sell the country down the river
To the Putins and crews who’re tearing the world down
Rancid slime’s got a head that is combover-bound

On his head a tarnished crown, goes down on genocidal clowns

Freak wretches listen to him
The stooges and the fools
He’s their Reich king

His stooges and shills on him are going down
They try to find the head, a hundredth of a pound

Clowns go down, kneel on the ground and mouth what’s round but barely found