‘Donald The President’

Donald the president packed his trunk and said good bye to the White House.
Off he went with a Trumpety-Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.
Donald the president paid his tax and then he kissed his accountant.
Off he went with a Trumpety-Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.

October the virus caught him, but he cheated fate.
What’s the fuss? No risk to us, ’cause Donald’s feeling great – Oh!

Donald the president picked his judge and spread the love at the White House.
Off he went with a Trumpety-Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump.
Donald the President dodged the law and trundled off to the golf course.

Off he went with a Trumpety-Trump, Trump … Trump … Trump!

Composer: Ralph Butler/Peter Hart

Lyricist: Martin Day
© M Day 21-Oct-2020