Trump's theme song


Each time I see a little girl,
of fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen
I can't resist the joyous urge,
to smile and say
Thank Heaven for little girls,
For little girls,
get slimmer everyday,
Thank Heaven for litte girls,
they grow on you,
in the most delightful way,
those they'll flash,
and send Trump through the ceiling,
Thank Heaven for little girls,
thank heaven for Epstein Island,
no matter where,
no matter who,
without them what would,
little boys do.
for toys,
for fun,
for sins,
for the rich

Instrumental

those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
one day will flash,
and send Trump crashing through the ceiling,
Thank Heaven for little girls,
thanks heaven for them all,
no matter where,
no matter who,
without them what would
little rich boys do.
Thank heaven,
Thank heaven,
Thank heaven,
for little girls