Where he came from, 

Ask the wind that's a blowin'

But then I know 

he's been jivin'

all along . . . .

Started in Queens,- then left - for Manhattan

Who'd have

believed he'd 

string us along?

Your tiny haaands,

  touchin

our haaaands . . . .

Reachin out . . .

  fleecing me

    god, need to flee

   youuu . . .

Sweet Donald T.,

your applause lines weren't

good . . .

I've been inclined, to believe

they never would

   But

   Now

Look at my fright,

and I don't seem

    to be the onely

We're ALL filled up

  with it,

    too . . . .

And when you tweet,

  your disease spreads down

    my street

So to stop this hurt

  we be trollin' 

      you?

Waaarm . . .

   touchin

waaarm . . .

Freakin out . . .

  don't touch me,

      won't be touchin

      youuu . . . .

Sweet Donald T.,

your crimes never

seemed so good . . .

I've been inclined, To believe

      they never would

               Oh

               Lord

               No

INSTRUMENTAL BREAK 

Sweet Donald T.,

your crimes never

did us good

Sweet Donald T., please

just resign if you  

       would

Sweet Donald T.,

your whines never

did any good