A lament to the tune of “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers.”
You don’t show us tax forms
You won’t reveal your K1’s
You blamed it on the auditing rules
You claimed when you ran you would do it someday.
I remember when
You said that you were wealthy
You said that you were manly
Now after watching Fox late at night
When they sing your praise
And you’re tweeting delight
You misspell most words
There’s no time to rewrite
You aren’t Presidential anymore.
Congress issued a subpoena
Tried to get the tax docs
But subpoenas just don’t work anymore
They all get ignored
Mnuchin throws them away
Putin, does he own you?
Do Saudis control you?
You know how to lie.
And keep supporters appeal.
You know how to cheat
And fake the “Art of a Deal.”
You’d think we’d have learned
That this nightmare was real.
‘Cause you aren’t Presidential anymore.
Yes, you’d think we’d have learned
That this nightmare was real.
Cause you don’t show us tax forms
You aren’t very truthful
No you aren’t Presidential
Anymore.
Apologies to:
- Neil Diamond
- Barbara Streisand
- Alan and Marilyn Bergman
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