Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
What's that on your head?
Is it alive or is it dead?
Do you keep it on in bed?
How often is it fed?
We're dying for a peek
To see what's under it
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man
Waving to your fans
It's all about those little hands
Your nonexistent master plan
But on a mid-November morning
No one's following you
Your mama must have told you:
“Donald, you can do no wrong
You're handsome, big and strong
You'll struggle hard and long
Despite your sacrifice, they'll hate you
Cos you're ravishing"
When you look into the mirror
Tell me what is it you see?
Is it The One and Only Me?
Someone we all want to be?
In your own reality
With your weirdo family
& Casino Golf Club dreams
Amid the ruins of other schemes
And Trump University
And the many other gifts
That you've been lavishing
And in case there's any question
I'm a white man just like you
Not a black man or a Jew
Or a m**m or Hindoo
But I'm scared of what you'd do
You'd blow us all to Timbuctoo
Please bid the phone adieu
It's time to stop the insults
And the tweeting
It's not hard to k** an Elephant
& that's just what you did
Like your inbred rat-tooth kids
It's fair game and you're pure id
Who you trying to kid
With your presidential bid
You're either gonna flip your lid
Or shut down the whole grid
Even rich men get outbid
And you'll claim it's rigged
Before you take your beating
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man
Leave your gilded throne
Call back your campaign loans
Maybe throw the hawks a bone
Send the m**ms home
Then k**' em with a drone
They'll never know what hit em
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man
Waving to your fans
It's all about those little hands
Your nonexistent master plan
But on a mid-November morning
No one's following you