They are dishonest skum
And their treachery grows
One of their goals is to rob
The Treasury of all its dough
Gone, America, con of “Make Great Amerika”

We’re cursed with their schemes
We’re cursed with all their filchin’
The worst scourge we’ve ever known
Many have their arms skyward mountin’
Guantamerika, AKA Guanomerika

The plan is to round up those
They don’t want in their Amerika
Round up and send
Off to concentration camps
Guantanamo, yeah, cram ’em into Guantanamo

There’s many cruel thugs and snakes
In cattle cars
They’d like to place some people, get ’em settled
In camps very much like those
Germans made for some people in Germany’s World War

With the oligarchs/autocrats/dictators of the earth
They cast their lot
How ’bout, teams
To displace the treachery
Get rid of terror, get rid of the MAGA terror?