THAT'S TRUMP
As recorded by John McDaid and posted on ReverbNation.

Well, he come down from heaven on a golden escalator.
He's the voice of the people; he's a job creator.
Got a secret plan for ISIS that he'll tell you later.
That's Trump.

He come from New York City where his daddy got him goin'
With some nice apartment buildings and a million-dollar loan.
Now he treats the Oval Office like another thing to own.
That's Trump.

Got a chief strategist quoted praising Satan
And a basket of deplorables who spend their lives a-hatin'.
You want to see his tax returns, you're gonna do some waitin'.
That's Trump.

Well, he's a little fuzzy on the Constitution,
Likes to get himself some early-mornin' Twitter retribution.
Got the alt-right itchin' for the final solution.
That's Trump.

Well, he's got a reputation for stiffin' his contractors.
He likes to insult women, the press, and his detractors,
Don't take no lip from no hammy Broadway actors.
That's Trump.

Hey there, Bernie Sanders; there were thousands doing field for you.
If you'd won the nomination, together we might have turned the tide.

Well, his financial entanglements are pretty hairy,
And his efforts at diplomacy have all been pretty scary.
Got a cabinet that reminds me of Doctor Caligari.
That's Trump.

Well, his buddies in the NRA as one(?) as sure as shootin',
And climate change deniers who aim to keep pollutin',
But he's got a special fondness for his BFF named Putin.
That's Trump.

Well, I'm sure he'd like to strangle him some folksingers
Who poke his fragile ego with their clever zingers,
But I don't think he could do it with those tiny little fingers.
That's Trump.