Donald Trump: The 47th President Lyrics

Over the mountains and over the seas

The space ages and the symphony

Here comes the 47th

Yeah

The pit stop on the roller derby

The existential vagabond

Another opportunity

April

May

July!

Here comes the 47th

And if you're ready to come along

Are you ready to come along

Child?

Here comes the 47th

You gotta go out there and get it

Do you wanna come out and play?

Say it

Here comes the 47th

And when your funky-uncle's funky

Then surely your funky-aunt is funky!

Here comes the 47th

I don't know why I'm singing like this

But I think I'm gonna keep on going

'Til the break of dawn

Understand it!

The master of the ceremony

Ain't no need for a ballyhoo

I kinda figured you'd be ready

Too

Whoa

There should be more of this

She says

And I say"There is

Hold on

Oh

Hold on