He Spells “Thank You Crays” by The Cu*t
(aka Trump’s Rank Cure’s Shitty)
Oh, they fled he learns
But he lacks concern
“Away” he said and spurns
“Take them back, make their shacks burn”
With snark still in his lies
With creeps, he connives
His farts killing the skies
Creeps he revives, creeps really thrive
We hurled
As the furled flag he found
The feral he unfurled yeah
His furled flag, he’s a clown
Oh, inbreds can’t discern
Fake tax returns
But the Feds will be stern
They’ll be back, to track what he earns, yeah
Pay yeah pay, yeah pay!
The liar when he fries, the creep he’ll writhe
And the lawyers that he tries, will weep as he cries
“How can I repay? Oh, Spank you Trey”
But in jail desperately its “Thank you Ray”
As we hurled and we hurled our guts churned on the ground
And the furled flag unfurled the flag curled all around
As we hurled and we hurled our guts churned all around
And the furled flag unfurled we flagged curled on the ground
As the world’s he drags down
He’ll, pay yet, he’ll pay yeah
And the thrill of the world’s turn around
As he’s whirled underworld
Spinning twirled underground
The enthralled
The enthralled, turn on the clown
The enthralled wanted walled
But it stalled so the enthralled, appalled drag him down
How does he smell?
“Rank” you say
“Rank” you say
With apologies to The Cult