The Trump Song.

[Cutlass]

So, taken from the Clown Car thread, this was a web find that wasn't properly attributed, so I don't know who to credit.

"

Trump lingered last in line for brains

And the one he got was sort of rotten and insane

Fingers so small that birds can't land

If Trump gets the nom' the GOP is in the can

He's Trump, he's Trump, he's Trump

He's crazy Red

[Guitar riff]

If, he wins, November

We might be dead

[Guitar riff]
"

It's based on a song from a band called The Presidents of the United States of America.

Here's the vid.

Found. But the original source was lost. It's actually a paraphrase of a song which was popular on the radio here 15-20 years ago.



Link to video.

Here's the written lyrics.

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh,
totally emotionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump's pajamas
she totally confused all the passing pihranas

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains
and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane
Small things so sad that birds could land
Is lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at sub-sonic speeds

She's lump, she's lump
She's in my head
She's lump, she's lump, she's lump
She might be dead

Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?


Having too much time on my hands at work today, and not enough on my mind, this is what I came up with:



Trump sat alone in a shiny tower,
totally convinced this was his hour.
Baiting race and closing borders,
he's totally loved by political reporters.

He's Trump, he's Trump,
he's out ahead.
He's Trump, he's Trump, he's Trump,
He'll make us dead.

Trump lingered last in line for brains
And the one he got was sort of rotten and insane
Fingers so small that birds can't land
If Trump gets the nom' the GOP is in the can

He's Trump, he's Trump,
he's out ahead.
He's Trump, he's Trump, he's Trump,
He'll make us dead.


(3rd group, haven't come up with anything yet)


Is the Trump outta his head?
I think so
Is the Trump outta his head?
I think so
Is the Trump outta his head?
I think so
Is the Trump outta his head?




So, to complete the song, need a 3rd stanza, and need a singer and sound mixer to record it. Who's with me?

 

[Hygro]

I can do post production.

 

[Birdjaguar]

Trump combs over his classy bald pate;
And to his wife and to us he gives it quite straight:
He's only here to make us all great
To bask in his glory is America's fate.

 

[Kyriakos]

Get WA to do the song


Link to video.

 

[Cutlass]

Trump sat alone in a Trumpy tower,
totally convinced this was his hour.
Baiting race and closing borders,
he's totally enthralled the political reporters.

He's Trump, he's Trump,
he's out ahead.
He's Trump, he's Trump, he's Trump,
He's three times wed.

Trump lingered last in line for brains
And the one he got was sort of rotten and insane
Ego stoked high by his fans,
He's bothered by his tiny hands.

He's Trump, he's Trump,
he's out ahead.
He's Trump, he's Trump, he's Trump,
He's three times wed.


(3rd group, haven't come up with anything yet)


Is the Trump outta his head?
I think so
Is the Trump outta his head?
I think so
Is the Trump outta his head?
I think so
Is the Trump outta his head?


Sorry, BJ, but the meter of your verse just doesn't seem to match the song. So still working on it.

 

[Kyriakos]

I liked the "hands so small that birds can't land"