For the Pussygrabber-in-Chief
It's beginning to look a lot like Trumpland
Ev'rywhere you go;
Take a look at the store front doors, with swastikas now adorned
And Alt-right sites and Nazis now aglow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Trumpland
Muslims now look out!
'Cause the scariest sight to see is the threatened registry
By this orange-haired loudmouth lout.
A pair of jack-booted thugs, armed with pistols that shoot
Is the wish of hate-filled men;
Dolls that will walk and by Donald are stalked
Is the fear of Janice and Jen.
And women can hardly wait for Trump's sexist reign to end.
It's beginning to look a lot like Trumpland
Ev'rywhere you go!
There's a portrait in Trump Hotel, one in the White House as well
Of this airhead with his billions in dough.
It's beginning to look a lot like Trumpland;
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them toll is the mournful song you sing
Right within your heart.
