You're a sad little boy whose only joy is taking other children's toys

A sad state of affairs it's plain you don't care about anybody anywhere

You played on our fears, laughed at our tears, and fueled our hate, and then in the debate you were so proud, you bragged out loud about how well you are endowed

But you must have a small one to act like such a big one

You're the duke of oil. You soil the soil and steal away with all the spoils

You know it won't last, but you cling to the past and take the Earth for all she has

With abuse of power, you're man of the hour

Stopping to trample on each precious flower

Do you mind if I don't have this dance?

Keep your VIP-ness in your pants

And you must have a small one to act like such a big one