Trump Summer
Hot summer streets
And the internet’s sizzling.
It’s all around.
Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy with dread.
Strange voices are saying
What did he say?
Things no one understands.
It’s too close for comfort.
The b.s. is just out of hand.
(Chorus)
It’s a Trump, Trump summer.
Why can’t he leave us alone?
It’s a Trump, Trump summer
‘Till he’s gone.
Supreme nominations
A big NATO meeting
And Putin, too.
It’s too much to handle
I wish I could get up and go.
It’s a Trump, Trump summer.
Why can’t he leave us alone?
It’s a Trump, Trump summer
‘Till he’s gone.
Hope it’s just two years from now.
(Repeat chorus)
Parody of “Cruel Summer” by Bananarama.