Svaka sličnost je očita i s namjerom iskazana
Here's a little song
About the man go wrong
While building up his evil empire.
And after months of ifs and buts
The papers got the guts
To call a Man of the Year a liar.
Hustlin' and bustlin'
Across the big green lawn
Stompin' through the famous rose garden.
But every little rose,
Turned up its pretty nose
Sayin' "you owe the earth a pardon".
Fumblin' and bumblin'
Trough the halls all night
Turn every light switch on
Searching for the room
Where you used to be a groom
But she's packed all her jew-ler-ee and gone
Yeah she's scooped up all her jew-ler-ee and gone.
Well the former residents and Missus President,
Left you corn and lima bean and tomatus.
You said, "rip 'em all out,
They'll only give me gout"
And that's unbecoming for a future dictator,
And you're gonna build a wall
The big-liest wall
The beautifulist wall round our borders.
But here's what I think
You better talk to a shrink
Cuz you've got serious psychological disorders.
You've got dangerous pathological disorders.
Well, that's my little song
About man gone wrong
He's nasty from his head to his feet
When the dirt on this man finally hits the fan,
And no one gives the damn about his tweets,
He'll be finally and forever absolete.
words and music by Joan Baez