Get Trump by Threes Lyrics

The lights come on...the stage is set.

The players enter...one right, one left.

There ain't no crowd...That makes no sense.

A show without...an audience?

"Welcome to...the televised Presidential Debate."

Kamala struts in...smile so wry,

Not much to do...bein' D.E.I.

A V.P. hire...goin' bye bye

Peeps are done, with all her lies.

President Trump...saunters on in.

Confident that...he'll surely win.

Adversaries greet...then shake some hands.

Then turn and take...respective stands.

First question's posed...to Kamala.

She dances 'round with Joy...ha! ha! ha!

Doesn't come even near...to answering.

But the moderators...her praises sing.

Trump then steps up next...to bat the ball.

But the words aren't...a question at all.

Accusing things...an intent to smear.

Sure as hell no sign of...Hello! Dear!

Man who asked? Not worthy of mention.

This is a man with bad intentions.

"Calls himself...Dude! The moderator.

Yeah. O.k, Pal...Imposterator."

They're comin' to get you, Trump.

Get you where they want your rump.

This stage been rigged to blow, PAL!

That rude Dude is on the PROWL!

Trump tries to speak, dude cuts him short.

Each claim Trump makes...Dude does contort.

But when Kamala speaks...they let her spin...

Her damn word salad's got us...sinkin'...

"In Bullshit!".

Trump tries again...begins to say,

"I've done so much, it's clear as day."

Rude dude interrupts Trump, again.

Dude don't see the loss...in unfair wins.

"Dude calls himself...moderator.

Feels more like...a hot potater."

Suddenly, Kamala blurts out.

"Time is so...well, timey.

Tiny times...are timey, too.

Unless...there's no more time.

Space!...is so exciting!"

"Salad time? Anyone got dressing?

That Kamala sure can toss a salad!"

They're comin' to get you, Trump.

Get you where they want you, Trump

This stage been rigged to blow, Pal.

Rude Dude is startin' to growl!

The moderators...shield her tight.

No fact-checks here...not one in sight.

But as for Trump...rat-a-tat in his face.

Truth and fairness...got lost in space .

Each time Trump speaks...rude Dude's engaged.

Is his mission one...to look deranged?

More grandiose still...Dude cries again,

"When will you learn...you can not win?"

Kamala is safe...though falsely poised.

Policies of joy...just so much noise.

Every new lie...she spews out loud...

Thinking people think she's' lost in a cloud.

"Kamala's charades...all damn night,

Got Independents...turning right.

They're all fed up...with the crazy lane.

They're hoppin' 'board...that huge Trump Train."

The minor battle...fought this night,

Was won by grift...of three dim lights.

But the People now...are prepped for war.

Outcome is certain...Kamala no more!