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(with apologies to Jimmy Page and Robert Plant)
FROM ON HIGH (April 28) —
There is nothing I “lack”,
but it is a fact —
I, Donald Trump, am im-pa-tient
When I can’t cheat at golf
to work tension off,
I hafta do something dra-ma-tic
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I think I will end the Re-pub-lic
I have often said
I do not love the dead
because the dead trend Dem-o-cra-tic
When the Trump plague suc-ceeds
I’ll have planted the seeds
for the Re-pub-lic's de-struc-tion
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There’s a feeling I feel
with my mass appeal,
won-der-ful crowds, sky-high ra-tings
My crowds all assure
that they adore
my in-sane ran-tings and ra-vings
Soo, it makes me wonder
Soo, it really makes me wonder
Though some call me a loon,
a lout, a buffoon
when the summer has killed off the virus,
the e-con-o-my booms,
no virus-es loom
and I am, by ac-claim, re-elected
The silver lining in this dark cloud
(China virus)
will get me what I want (As always)
Of course, it helps that I am a stable genius,
and in the short run
I see no reason to change a thing
So you gotta wonder
Dems heads are spinning
‘cuz they don’t know
where they can go
against my dead-ly maj-or-it-y
They are pushovers (and soo over)
and they don’t know
how to deal with au-toc-ra-cy
And as I stumble down the road
stomp all you stupid, useless toads
as I devour all your souls
as I gild everything with gold
as I approach my final goal
(It really was not all that hard)
As I obliterate the past
insisting I alone am all
Can’t stop me now, I’m on a roll
and I’m ending your fail-ing Re-pub-lic