[Verse 1] Golden towers made of cheese, He shouts “fantástico!” with ease, Mirror mirror, who’s the boss? “C’est moi!” — but he forgot the sauce. Hair like marmalade in pain, He tweets again — oh mein Gehirn! Dancing with invisible flags, Screaming “Make baguette again!” [Bridge 1] Señor ego on the TV show, Says “Ich bin the king, you know!” But his crown is plastic, glowing pink, He drinks from cups that never clink. [Chorus] Trump-a-lumpa, orange boom, Fiesta in the echo room, Oh la la — mon dieu, kaputt, His brain went zick zack zut! Trump-a-lumpa, cha-cha wrong, We’re singing this banana song, Adiós reality, bonsoir doom, Welcome to the orange room! [Verse 2] He builds a wall of jelly beans, Says “Muy grande!” in his dreams, Ducks salute in trembling fear, Der Käse Président is near! Tweetstorm in the parking lot, He sells confusion by the shot, Croissant made of lies and gold, Story tired, yet freshly sold. [Bridge 2] “Vive la fake!” he starts to scream, His shadow joins the winning team, Señor drama, El disaster, He moves his lips, but no one asked her. [Build] Auf Wiedersehen, Señor Trumpito, C’est fini, you lost your burrito! The crowd goes wild, they start to sing, “Bye bye, der orange king!” [Final Chorus] Trump-a-lumpa, orange boom, Fiesta in the echo room, Oh la la — mon dieu, kaputt, His empire melts like butter soup! Trump-a-lumpa, cha-cha wrong, We end this with a nonsense song, Adiós reality, bonsoir doom, Goodnight to the orange room.
