Ketchup is dripping down the wall
And just like the guy whose brain is drained cuz he's too tall
Nothing seems to fit
The ketchup is running on the floor, it keeps running
So I just did me some talking to the maids
They said they didn't like the way Donald Trump behaved
Tantrums every night
The ketchup keeps runnin down the wall, it keeps runnin

But there's one thing maids know
The dinner thats on the floor
Could still feed them, some is still good
But broken plates ruin left overs
Ketchup keeps drippin on the floor
But that doesn't mean the floor will soon be turning red
Maids put down red rugs instead
'Cause they're never gonna stop the stain by complaining
Because they're maids
They are rarely ever paid