I’ve got those dirty, lowdown, Donald Trump blues.
You have to be aware of them; they’re all over the news.
The Donald’s spun out of control, and now I’ve got to choose.
Which demands to acquiesce, and which ones to refuse.
He doesn’t care a fig for the values that we share.
His brain is as erratic as his multi-colored hair.
I’ve pushed him and I’ve prodded him as far as I dare.
‘Cause when he tells you he’s your friend, that’s when you must beware.
I’ve got the blues.
The populist blues.
He sees the world in black and white
When it comes in many hues.
He’s bitching about deficits.
He’s got strange views on trade.
He says he’ll cut his ties with us
But we are not afraid.