The Tangerine Throne

(Verse 1) In a castle built of plywood and a coat of golden spray, The jester took the scepter and he hasn’t gone away. With a wig of spun-sugar and a heart of neon light, He’s tweeting out his edicts in the middle of the night. He promised us a kingdom where the rivers run with gold, But the fish are belly-up and the treasury’s been sold. (Chorus) Oh, hail the King of Fools in his polyester gown, The pride of every circus that has ever come to town! With a face the shade of sunset on a smoggy afternoon, Make way for the majesty of the Orange Buffoon! (Verse 2) He’s got a wall of mirrors so he never feels alone, And a diet-cola fountain right beside his velvet throne. He speaks a magic language that the scholars can’t translate, Where "terrible" is "grand" and "small" is "really, really great." He’ll solve the nation's problems with a sharpie and a smirk, While his court of loyal jesters do the actual dirty work. (Chorus) Oh, hail the King of Fools in his polyester gown, The pride of every circus that has ever come to town! With a face the shade of sunset on a smoggy afternoon, Make way for the majesty of the Orange Buffoon! (Bridge) Now the knights are all in spray-tans and the moat is full of grease, He’s trading off the crown jewels just to keep his own caprice. If you point out that he’s naked, well, he’ll call it "fake news" lies, And banish you to Twitter-land before the sun can rise. (Verse 3) So raise a glass of over-priced and watery champagne, To the man who thinks a hurricane is stopped by making rain. The circus tent is leaking and the elephants have fled, But the King is busy counting all the gold inside his head. The comedy is over, but the punchline’s sticking 'round, The loudest voice in history is a hollow, honking sound. (Outro) Yeah, he’s the king of every carnival, the lord of every loon, Long live the reign… of the Orange Buffoon. (Fade out to the sound of a slide whistle)