Never been one to let the carrier drop

Oh, the world will sing of a american King a thousand years from now
And not because he made america great or lofted some great wall
While bonny good sir Bernie leads the great crusade he’s on,
We’ll all have to slave away for good for nothing Don.
Incredible as he is inept, whenever the history books are kept
they’ll call him the con man of new england.
A pox on the con man of new england..

He sits alone on a giant throne pretendin’ he’s the king
A little tyke who’s rather like russia’s puppet on a string
And he throws an angry tweet storm if he cannot have his way…

And then he calls fake news while he’s suckin’ his thumb
You see, he doesn’t want to play

Too late to be known as Trump the First
He’s sure to be known as Trump the worst
A pox on that con man from New England!
Lay that country on me, babe!

While he taxes us to pieces to pay for his golf game
Bernie and Warren keep reminding us that the man’s insane
Ah! But while there is a merry man in Bernie’s wily pack
We’ll find a way to make him pay
And steal the election back
A minute before he knows we’re there…
We’ll find proof he cheated everwyhere

The breezy and uneasy con man of New England
The snivellin’, grovellin’
Measly, weasely
Blabberin’, jabberin’
Gibberin’, jabberin’
Blunderin’, plunderin’
Wheelin’, dealin’
Don The Con, that phony thief of New England
Yeah!

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