My name is Donald, I got the blond hair
I got the small hands, I got the piggy-eyed stare
I got the big house my daddy gave me
I got a silky bed that’s wet with gravy
I got no real friends but followers aplenty
Haemorrhage money ‘til the trust fund’s empty
I saw a doctor, he was a Mexican
Probably a rapist, though he did all he can
To make me better, and then I told him
If you want money, you better think again
I’ll build a big fat wall so you never get near me
You and your friends don’t belong in my country
My name is Donald, I am a fuckwit
I am the boss here, but I don’t like it
Why are you laughing? I’m not a baby
I got a bath filled with lovely gravy
And I have spunked more money than the bible’s got envy
The American Dream shot a fat load in me
Global warming? What the fuck?
Fascist clampdown? What the fuck?
Guns for children? What the fuck?
Big red button? What the fuck?
My name is Donald, I had a gangbang
With Mr Morgan, a chubby Englishman
And lovely Nigel, with bulgy eyeballs
He put his finger right up my arsehole
And then we high-fived Satan in a Moscow gulag
And danced all night singing ‘Death to the poor man,
Death to the poor man, death to the poor man’