I’ll run the show in Cleveland town in late July.
The land where teams and dreams always come home to die.
We’ll go in with a roar, but leave there with a sigh.
I’m sitting here and wondering what went wrong and why.
My thing is making cuts to help the upper classes.
It doesn’t mean a thing they don’t help out the masses.
I don’t really believe Trump would work to pass it.
A divided GOP will make us look like asses.
I’ve got the blues.
The Presidential blues.
For all I hear and see
We’re really going to lose.
They asked me twice to run
But I always refused.
Now Trump will have control
And I’ll just be old news.