Where he came from, Ask the wind that's a blowin' But then I know he's been jivin' all along . . . . Started in Queens,- then left - for Manhattan Who'd have believed he'd string us along? Your tiny haaands, touchin our haaaands . . . . Reachin out . . . fleecing me god, need to flee youuu . . . Sweet Donald T., your applause lines weren't good . . . I've been inclined, to believe they never would But Now Look at my fright, and I don't seem to be the onely We're ALL filled up with it, too . . . . And when you tweet, your disease spreads down my street So to stop this hurt we be trollin' you? Waaarm . . . touchin waaarm . . . Freakin out . . . don't touch me, won't be touchin youuu . . . . Sweet Donald T., your crimes never seemed so good . . . I've been inclined, To believe they never would Oh Lord No INSTRUMENTAL BREAK Sweet Donald T., your crimes never did us good Sweet Donald T., please just resign if you would Sweet Donald T., your whines never did any good