The Tangerine Toddler in Chief

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"Ladies and gentlemen... here is Donald...... the Orange Miracle!"

He looks in the mirror, he’s glowing so bright
A radioactive pumpkin in the middle of the night
He uses a trowel to put on his face
A neon disaster, a cosmic disgrace!
He’s more orange than a Fanta, more bronze than a bell
But under that crust is a swampy-like smell
He claims he’s a god, the new Holy Ghost
But he’s just a burnt piece of sourdough toast!

Oh, he’s the Squelching Savior, the Tangerine King
With a soggy surprise and a pinky ring!
Five minutes in and the nappy is blown
The grossest mess that the world’s ever known!
He’s leaking his "wisdom" all over his shoes
The only Messiah with nothing to lose!

He stands at the podium, he’s starting to rant
About "invisible planes" and a nuclear plant
But his knees start to buckle, his face turns to gold
As the "Presidential Payload" begins to unfold!
The spray-tan is running, it’s mixing with goo
He’s orange and brown, a disgusting stew!
The front row is gagging, the press corps is fled
While he’s counting the voices inside of his head!

"And the oranges, folks... the oranges are jealous. They say, 'Sir, how are you so orange?' It’s a miracle. A wet miracle. My diaper? It’s a smart diaper. A genius diaper. It’s full of... facts. Huge facts. Very moist facts. I’ve been wearing it for four minutes and it’s already a record! A world record of filling! Whats that smell you ask? i just shit in my pants again! yes... again! People are crying, they’re saying 'Donald, you’ve done it again!'"

He tries to walk off, but he’s stuck to the floor
He’s a walking biohazard, a stinking-galore!
The glow on his skin is now melting away
Like a cheap plastic toy on a very hot day
Is it Jesus? Is it God? Is it someone divine?
No, it’s just an old man with a leaking spine!

Spray him again!
Change him again!
He’s the citrus-flavored disaster of men!
"I'm the chosen one! Does it smell like victory or... a full diaper?"

Bring more diapers and a new air freshener.
The stench is unbearable, hurry hurry!

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"Ladies and gentlemen... here is Donald...... the Orange Miracle!" He looks in the mirror, he’s glowing so bright A radioactive pumpkin in the middle of the night He uses a trowel to put on his face A neon disaster, a cosmic disgrace! He’s more orange than a Fanta, more bronze than a bell But under that crust is a swampy-like smell He claims he’s a god, the new Holy Ghost But he’s just a burnt piece of sourdough toast! Oh, he’s the Squelching Savior, the Tangerine King With a soggy surprise and a pinky ring! Five minutes in and the nappy is blown The grossest mess that the world’s ever known! He’s leaking his "wisdom" all over his shoes The only Messiah with nothing to lose! He stands at the podium, he’s starting to rant About "invisible planes" and a nuclear plant But his knees start to buckle, his face turns to gold As the "Presidential Payload" begins to unfold! The spray-tan is running, it’s mixing with goo He’s orange and brown, a disgusting stew! The front row is gagging, the press corps is fled While he’s counting the voices inside of his head! "And the oranges, folks... the oranges are jealous. They say, 'Sir, how are you so orange?' It’s a miracle. A wet miracle. My diaper? It’s a smart diaper. A genius diaper. It’s full of... facts. Huge facts. Very moist facts. I’ve been wearing it for four minutes and it’s already a record! A world record of filling! Whats that smell you ask? i just shit in my pants again! yes... again! People are crying, they’re saying 'Donald, you’ve done it again!'" He tries to walk off, but he’s stuck to the floor He’s a walking biohazard, a stinking-galore! The glow on his skin is now melting away Like a cheap plastic toy on a very hot day Is it Jesus? Is it God? Is it someone divine? No, it’s just an old man with a leaking spine! Spray him again! Change him again! He’s the citrus-flavored disaster of men! "I'm the chosen one! Does it smell like victory or... a full diaper?" Bring more diapers and a new air freshener. The stench is unbearable, hurry hurry!

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