[Verse 1] [Trump] So this is City Hall in a suit, with a speech and a grin and a route. You call yourself a man of the people? I built a whole brand on that boot. [Mamdani] And you call yourself what exactly? A mirror with a gold-plated frame. You shout like a train in a tunnel, I do it in better bad faith. [Trump] We’re nothing alike. [Mamdani] We’re nothing alike. [Trump] I came here to win. [Mamdani] I came here to strike. [Both] And yet— [Pre-Chorus] You hate the same suits I hate, and I hate the same suits you hate. You turn a room with a hand and a stare, I turn a room and they all lean in there. [Trump] Wait, that’s MY thing. [Mamdani] Wait, that’s MY thing. [Both] Why does he keep stealing my moves? [Chorus] We’re nothing alike, we’re nothing alike, the horseshoe was real. We marched from opposite ends and met in the middle. Why does he keep stealing my moves? Why does he keep stealing my moves? [Verse 2] [Trump] I know the crowd, I know the chant, I know the grin that gets ’em sold. Give me a hall and a red-faced mic, I can make the whole place cold. [Mamdani] I know the blocks, I know the queues, I know the rooms where patience dies. Give me a mic and a packed-up street, I can make the whole block rise. [Trump] You love the headlines. [Mamdani] You love the headlines. [Trump] You love the noise. [Mamdani] You love the noise. [Trump] You stare at your phone like it owes you a living. [Mamdani] You do that too, but with better toys. [Both] We’re nothing alike. [Pre-Chorus] I hate everything you stand for... and yet... You say the rich don’t get it. I say the rich don’t get it. You want the room on your side, I want the room on my side. [Trump] Wait, that’s MY thing. [Mamdani] Wait, that’s MY thing. [Both] We’re supposed to despise the same beautiful disaster inside. [Chorus] We’re nothing alike, we’re nothing alike, the horseshoe was real. We marched from opposite ends and met in the middle. Why does he keep stealing my moves? Why does he keep stealing my moves? [Bridge] [Key Change] [Trump] I said I’d never share a stage with someone like you. [Mamdani] I said I’d never match a pace with someone like you. [Trump] But every insult lands like a vow. [Mamdani] And every glare feels intimate now. [Both] The more I push, the closer you come, the more I argue, the more we hum. [Reporters] Oh my God. [Aides] Oh my God. [Trump] We’re different! [Mamdani] We’re different! [Both] Then why does it feel like we’ve been rehearsing this all our lives? [Final Chorus] We’re nothing alike, we’re nothing alike, and still here we stand. We marched from opposite ends and met hand in hand. Wait, that’s MY thing. Wait, that’s MY thing. The horseshoe was real, the horseshoe was real, and I hate everything you stand for... [Trump] ...and yet... [Mamdani] ...and yet... [Both] I know you. You know me. And that is why we’re enemies forever in perfect harmony.
