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(with apologies to Roy Orbison and Joe Melson)
Donald was fine for a while
Big Macs made him smile
then I tried to thwart
the Mueller Report
with my four page summary
I thought it went well
but there was this smell. . .
I told him, “Spying, FBI.
Spying. I'm your guy”
He said, “Investigate”
and I knew I could not wait
to find the spying, spying,
spying, spying
I have to make up “facts”
to keep him off my back
or I'll be fired
I thought, “With you
the party's through
but I love it still and always will
I'll behave recklessly for my Grand Old Party
I'll behave recklessly for my Grand Old Party
Really, what else can I do?
But tell him lies
and be compromised
lying, ‘Spying upon you,
spying on junior, too’
Then when he's gone
the country can move on
from all the lying, conniving,
denying, dying
Yeah, crying, crying
over you”