To the tune of Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”. From an idea by Ron Elliott.
Billion dollar Trumpy,
Goes through all his cash like feces through a weasel,
Hearing ‘bout it makes me sicker than if I had measles,
Billion dollar Trumpy,
Telling everyone he’s richer than Croesus,
But more like the moneylenders booted out by Jesus.
Every year from nineteen eighty five to ninety-
Four, he lost a hundred mill
Paid no taxes, ‘cause he made no money, so how
Come the marks think he’s so brill?
(Spoken: Note that the actual meaning of “brill” is “a type of European flatfish”. I think that works here.)
Billion dollar Trumpy,
Living in a penthouse, with a golden toilet,
If he shakes your hand, count all your fingers and then boil it
Billion dollar Trumpy,
Selling steaks and vodka, spring water and vino,
Faked a university, bankrupted four casinos --
He goes Tweeting nightly in the bathroom while the
Morning Joe is on the air.
Blowing off subpoenas, grabbing emoluments,
No Republican will care.
Billiion dollar Trumpy,
Shillin’ Donald Trumpy,
Villain Donald Trumpy,
Reptilian Donald Trumpy.