(with apologies to Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II)
Scrappy
squawk, keep squawking scrappy squawk.
Squawk
about how it's always you.
There
never was no one who ever had more fun.
And
there's no one I can't screw.
Squawk
Art Of The Steal, squawk my sex appeal.
Squawk
about my being on the make.
Squawk
about Roy Cohn teaching me to lie.
Squawk
about my cronies on the take.
Scrappy
squawk, keep squawking scrappy squawk.
Squawk
about how it's only you.
There
never was no one who ever had more fun.
And
there's no one I can't screw.
Squawk
about a star —you know who of porn —
lured
to your ginormous, gaudy suite.
Get
her all undressed, compliment her breasts.
Damn
it, buddy, but your life's too sweet.
Scrappy
squawk, keep squawking scrappy squawk.
Squawk
about how it's only you.
There
never was no one who ever had more fun.
And
there's no one I can't screw.
Squawk
about this boy saying to that star,
“Golly,
baby, I'm a lucky cuss.”
Look
her in the eye, grab her juicy p@#s,
“I
just wish Ivanka could see us.”
Scrappy
squawk, keep squawking scrappy squawk.
Squawk
about how it's only you.
There
never was no one who ever had more fun.
And
there's no one I can't screw.
Democrats
ain't happy
and
they really wanna scream,
but
what I've done they can't undo.
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