Sixty countries are coming
To kiss my arse
I’ve got the biggest balls
And they’re made of brass
I wouldn’t pass the first day
Of the first year
Of an economics class
But I’ll run this racist swamp
In my presidential farce
I’ve got zero idea
Of what a trade deficit means
Winning is the only word
That gets you on
Television screens
I’ll take the national treasury
For my personal liens
Wipe out trillions from the economy
In chaotic trading scenes
Like a tyrant in a tower
I’ll rule by edict and presidential decree
Suit-wearing losers
With their degrees
Can’t out-trump me
Giving insider trades
For my rich pals
To trade tax-free
I find it so adorable
That you think this is your democracy