The Orange One (Not My President) (Verse 1 - Female Vocal) Hair so orange, a toupee so grand, Came to the White House, but not from this land. From New York, he flew, with deals so grand, But Dutch hearts were not swayed, a different hand. He spoke of walls, and trade, and things, For us in the Netherlands, he's not our king. (Verse 2 - Female Vocal/Ukulele) Said he'd make America great again, But in our Dutch homes, we're all doing fine, With cheese and stroopwafels, and tulips so bright, Ignoring this man's political might. His tweets went viral, a daily parade, But for us, it's just noise, we’re unafraid. (Verse 3 - Female Vocal/Piano) He talked of the future, a booming sound, But his policies were just confusing around. With tax cuts, and trade wars, and a lot of decrees, Our thoughts were on home, our coffee and ease. We're busy with bikes, and cheese, and our farms, This man's not the leader of these Dutch charms. (Verse 4 - Female Vocal/Harmonica) From golf courses to summits, a show so grand, He strutted around, a flamboyant hand, But in our canals, and fields of green, He's just another stranger, unseen. We celebrate freedom, and peace in our sight, He’s not our leader, not in our country’s light. (Verse 5 - Female Vocal/Electric Guitar) So raise a glass of jenever, so smooth and so clear, To a president, not our dear. With laughter and joy, we’ll keep on our way, He's not our leader, it's plain to say. We’ll sing our own songs, with hearts full of glee, He's just a name, for us and our country, you see. (Verse 6 - Female Vocal/Banjo) He's got a toupee, and a booming voice, But in our Netherlands, our hearts rejoice. We're comfortable with our own way of life, He’s a politician, but we're not his wife. With tulips and windmills, we're standing so tall, A Dutch heart's a fortress against any political fall. (Outro - All Voices) Not our president, no, no, not at all, We're Dutch, and we're proud, we’re standing tall. (Repeat and fade)