Fat Fingers (30 Days, 30 Songs)

Donald, Donald You'll never have dinner with the president You'll never have dinner with the president You'll never have dinner with the president And when she see your ass again Fat fingers fumble with silver spoons earned for nothing Too much Twitter talk to be trusted with the button Toupee cocked ace duce with an Eastwood squint And the grandest of delusions makin' moves for president A product of racists with weak poker faces They pulled this trump card now the whole game's disgraced A race to erase a shitty taste in the mouth It rings antebellum in the belly Upselling deplorables as diplomats With cash tax free He say he getting money and it's funny to see A trail of businesses belly up Yelling hysteria Compelling emails when every statement he make hilarious She fuck with your soul like ether (Will) teach you to speak you know your (Not) own party jumps ship daily (Lose) prove that you lost already Want to see immigration go down Elect his ass and watch most sane Americans skip town, singing First off, fuck your tricks and the clique you claim How an uncredentialed rapist even get in the game? Keep America's name out your mouth, you fat fuck Before your precious NRA come and clap your ass up Who the fuck let this man talk? Shit is embarrassing A fearmonger swearing to protect the world from terror and Statements he keep on makin' Media keep on takin' it As if a crazy narcissist's ravings are entertaining Can't relate to shit cause his life been too cushy And keep grabbing vaginas Cause won't no one give him pussy And keep telling these lies cause the truth ain't been good To businessman who lost more money than rain forests lost wood He wanna make America great again Like when women couldn't vote and it was legal to own humans as slaves And you could say goodbye to Roe v. Wade And fair pay And maybe see a different flag being waved Call him out like