I’ve got those dirty, lowdown, Donald Trump blues.
You’ll surely understand; it’s all over the news.
The election’s coming quickly, and now I’ve got to choose.
Should I take the high road or engage him in his ooze?
Must I get down in the dirt, or just prove that I’m sane?
Everything that goes awry, he’ll see I take the blame.
Like Islamic terrorists, by that or other names.
The country’s splitting wide apart; it’s just a crying shame.
I’ve got the blues.
The glass ceiling blues.
Should have won eight years ago
But now I’ve paid my dues.
Obama’s really helping me.
I’m following his cues.
It’s tough to be a second act
Can’t just stand in his shoes.