Trump he hollered, Trump he roared.
Judge said, “Mister President, I can’t find no fraud.”
From Buffalo, down to Washington.
Biden’s in the White House, he’s doing his best.
Trump’s down at Mar Lago, he’s hopin’ to ‘scape arrest.
May he be gone, a long long time.
Look here, you Donald, see what you done.
You been out golfin’ while the country went to ruin.
And now you’re gone.
I’m glad you’re gone.
Biden’s in the White House, in the Oval Office chair.
Trump’s in a jumpsuit, the color of his hair.
And now he’s gone.
He’s solid gone.