There's a hollerin' in the city There's a cowboy at the door His lips they flap like burlap The voters can't take no more They call him Uncle Donny Burgers made him sorta fat Now the thing that worries America God ain't no red hat He got the letters spellin' M. A. G. A. And a herd of willing sheep Holdin' on to what he's sayin' They don't know they're half asleep Around the world folks wonder Where his ideas are comin' from While anyone with logic See they are just a put on They call him Uncle Donny Burgers made him sorta fat Now the thing that worries America God ain't no red hat In his own head he's a legend God's gift to the Human Race How he got there is a mystery With a huge grin on his face They call him Uncle Donny Burgers made him sorta fat Now the thing that worries America God ain't no red hat ©2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
