The sons, slime, creepy greasy pests;
pater's all lies, it’s a steaming tide.
Creepy sleazy pests,
a White House blighting.
The girl smiles her do-gooder best…
a faux rap for her clothing crap…
slave-labor fest.
Here, there we’re sighting
the vile and treacherous Trumps.
Treacherous Trumps, each one’s a con;
They’re all treacherous Trumps,
they’re the treacherous Trumps,
they're the treacherous Trumps, each has a con,
the treacherous Trumps,
all the treacherous Trumps,
all the treacherous Trumps, Mafia con.
It’s all a con, purely a con, a family con.

Republican party first got ill,
but before too long the party
was real thrilled, really thrilled.
Most “no”s they'd soon forget;
they were all in, joined the spin
and said, “You bet!”
Most all abiding;
a few “no”s
with scorn were met.
Gave a pass to these crass
sleazebags and pests.
Now they’re abiding
the slimy treacherous Trumps,
all the treacherous Trumps working a con,
the ugly treacherous Trumps,
a family of chumps working their cons,
the treacherous Trumps,
he treacherous Trumps, Donald and spawn—
treacherous Trumps.
It’s the treacherous Trumps, each one a con;
it’s all a con, purely a con, a family con.

Redefined the party
into a know-nothing party.
Rednecks
now running the party.
Rednecks
now running the party.
Dreck now fills
a White House that’s made ill.