Mr. Tangerine Man

[Verse 1]
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
What's that on your head?
Is it alive or is it dead?
Do you keep it on in bed?
How often is it fed?
We're dying to take a peek
To see what's under it
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
Waving at your fans
It's all about those little hands
And your nonexistent master plan
And on a cold November morning
No one's following you

[Verse 2]
Well, your mother must have told you
“Donald, you can do no wrong
You're handsome, big and strong
You will struggle hard and long
Despite your sacrifice, they'll hate you
'Cause you're ravishing"
When you look inside the mirror
Tell me, what is it you see?
Is it the one and only me?
Someone we all wanna be?
In your own reality
With your weirdo family
Your Casino Golf Club dreams
And the ruins of other schemes
Like Trump University
And all the other gifts
That you've been lavishing

[Verse 1]
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
What's that on your head?
Is it alive or is it dead?
Do you keep it on in bed?
How often is it fed?
We're dying to see under it
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
Waving at your fans
It's all about those little hands
And marketing the brand
And in the jingo-jangle morning
No one's following you

[Verse 3]
And in case there's any question
I'm a white man just like you
Not a black man or a Jew
Or a Muslim or Hindu
But I’m scared of what you'd do
You'd blow us all to Timbuktu
Please bid the phone adieu
Well, it’s time to stop the insults
And the tweeting
It's not hard to kill an elephant
And that's just what you did
Like your inbred rat-tooth kids
It's fair game, you’re pure id
Well, who are you trying to kid
With your presidential bid?
You're either gonna flip your lid
Or shut down the whole grid
'Cause even rich men get outbid
And you'll claim it's rigged
Before you take your beating

[Verse 4]
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
Leave your gilded throne
Call back your campaign loans
Throw the dogs a bone
Maybe send the Muslims home
Then kill 'em with a drone
They'll never know what hit 'em
Hey, Mr. Tangerine Man
Waving at your fans
It's all about those little hands
Your nonexistent master plans
And on a bright November morning
No one's following you

[Outro]
Thank you! I'll be around.