Surely you're going to stop your whining, and get it through your orange head
Donny boy you lost it all, one term is all you get
Your lawyers tried to put together, a case for you, creampuff
I know you don't like arithmetic, but 70 million isn't big enough
No you can't stand it that we went with Joe, as case after case you lose
Can't admit your ass is toast, you tweet and you tweet your blues
Poor little you, hang it up you're through

You want another term, ok, I sure hope you'll serve
Solitary with no parole, starting January 21st
We know you think you're Kim Jong Don, but damn give it a rest
Get out, you're done, you suck, we won, now we gotta clean up your mess
Don't let the door hit you in the brains, when you finally go away
You killed a lot of progress but we've still got democracy
No thanks to you, hang it up you're through

Too many slobs can't think too good, buy into the lies you tell
And you like to repeat them so damn much, the cult's under your spell
But you're going down, you didn't get the votes, you're fired, you're unemployed
You had some fun for a while, now hit the road, you big damn stinky hemorrhoid
Cause all the while you had the throne I had no peace of mind
You grabbed a lot of women, and still the evangelicals think you're divine
How can that be true, hang it up you're through

She was working a topless gig while your third wife was nursing your spawn
That's about all I can say about that, cause I puke when I think about it Don
Then later on the word got out and now Stormy is a household name
You said hey Michael Cohen, throw the dog a bone, and go to jail for your Charlemagne
All this crap would have been the death of any other candidate
But you've got dirt on everyone and they let you slide, man you nauseate
Me, yes you do, hang it up you're through

You let an epidemic grow, said it would disappear overnight
You had no plan, no not one clue, and now every day thousands die
Wouldn't wear a mask, you big jackass, you just can't freaking learn
Held events inside, spread it far and wide, and you think you get another term
And every one of your diehard fans has lost their mind and lost their soul
Hanging onto every word, though they're incomprehensible
You stable genius you, hang it up you're through

You tried to kill the post office, cause mail-in was big with covid
Even though you vote that way yourself you bloated old hypocrite
Then election day didn't go your way, but you still won't concede
The other guy got more votes, like you think you did in 2016
For weeks you screamed it's fraud it's fake, against all common sense
Getting thrown out of every single court, because, you know, evidence
You dumb hairdo, hang it up you're through

So now we're going back again, back to a halfway sane white house
All your people have got to go, I'm looking at you Moscow
Goodbye to your sedition, and mob-rule and corruption and lies
And I think to get things started we'll give you ten to life
They'll perp-walk you across the road, as you whine and cry and scream
I'll raise a glass and drink a toast to the end your sick regime
And your swamp-gas too, hang it up you're through