TrumPooning Tunes
Trump's image of self is an Andrew Jackson, who sadly died before the point was made
Footloose by Dean Pitchford & Kenny Loggins inspired this perspective on presidential history — now and then
Been working so hard
Outsider, my card
I hired White Pence
Cause I lack experience
I’ve got this feeling
They’re thinking I’m just a clown
I’m used to dealing
Judges are holding me down
Now I gotta go south
FootMouth, can’t avoid constant gaffes
Sean, I’m done, civil war tale got laughs
Shit, I quit, never said that I’s well-read
How could I know, Jackson was long past dead
(ohohohohoh — FootMouth — ohohohohoh)
I’m tryin’ to be cool
Don’t remember English in school
But I’m really like smart
I know more syllables would help
If I knew those words
And they fit my tweet-talk style
And in the interviews
I can’t hear, think, speak and smile
So I open my mouth
FootMouth, while wearing shoes and socks
Ooh-whee, Tiff’ny, sometimes up to my knee
Priebus, ‘tween us, I’m thinking no more talks
White House in the south
Help me avoid FootMouth
( ohohohohoh — FootMouth — ohohohoh)
If I want to be presidential
Is speaking good an essential
But making sense is so hard
No, no, no, nooooooooo …
I’m heading down south
FootMouth, Spicer can just push back
The plan, Kellyanne, will keep them off my track
Not her? Then Miller, a zombie but gives no slack
If there’s, still flack, Fred Douglass has my back!
( ohohohohoh — FootMouth — ohohohoh)
( ohohohohoh — FootMouth — ohohohoh)
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