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(with apologies to Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)
I'm a tool and my fans love it
At my rallies they take heart
when I tell all others, “Shove it”
And they think I'm smart
I am not a new sensation
Others may have got here first
But with suf-ficient appli-cation
I may be the worst
I'm wild again,
hair styled again
My both parents' most reviled child again
Unhitched, macabre and gold-gilded am I
Couldn't sleep
Why should I sleep
I tweet when lesser folk count their sheep
Unhitched, macabre and gold-gilded am I
Lost my mind but what of it?
Runs in my fam-ily
GOP voters love it
it's on them, not me
A pill I am
A shill I am
But GOP's happy and thrilled I am
unhitched, macabre and gold-gilded
like me
They know I'm rot
Don’t care a jot
And they ac-knowledge I'm all they've got
Unhitched, macabre and gold-gilded am I
I lie to crowds
my words becloud
I say things others are not allowed
Unhitched, macabre and gold-gilded am I
When I talk I am thinking
how to make myself first
Moralistically speaking
I am the very worst
Unchecked again,
non-Mexican
By God I will tweet sexist text again
Unhitched, macabre and gold-gilded am I