Tune: He'll Have To Go [Allison, rec. by Jim Reeves]

Grubby fingertips are all over your cellphone:
you’ve been sending angry texts all afternoon. 
Bet you freaked when you learned the numbers were too low,
the folks were telling you “good riddance”, we elected Joe. 

Ridicule our intelligence, you used to do. 
Are you holding out for more pow’r, like a spoilt fool? 
For you’ve had time enough to unwind sufficient rope
—— to hang yourself, you bellend.  We elected Joe.

You can claim a fraud the courts won’t hear, while you’re in your La-la-land.
We don't want you, and so eff-in’ go:  what do you not understand?

So cut your tweeting:  it’s all over, you’re on your own. 
This time round you’ve had the push from off your throne. 
—— Well, you went to turn on Fake Fox News – hello? –
there’s your friends say’ng:  “It's official — he’ll have to go.”