Hit the Road Jack

there once was a man from New York
who always had steak on his fork
he said with a scowl
while shaking his jowl
the wages of sin are for dorks!

they called him a two time loser
seditious constitutional abuser
he said you’re all fired
I should be rehired
comprendo? to be more abstruser

I’ll boycott inauguration
there’s been miscommunication
I cannot conceive
of a reason to leave
while President of this nation

New York shut his business down
they said get out of our town
the voters have spoken
and no we’re not jokin’
we really don’t want you around!

so where’s the poor boy going to go?
unemployed without any dough
the people got tired
the Donald was fired
back to his old TV show! (did I hear you say Mexico?)

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