Title: Old Donald Has a White House

(To the tune of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm”)

(Verse 1)
Old Donald has a White House, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
And in that house he tells a whopper, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
With a false claim here, a false claim there,
Here a claim, there a claim, everywhere a false claim.
Old Donald has a White House, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.

(Verse 2)
He says the crowd was at its peak, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
A perfect phone call, nothin’ weak, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
With a doctored map, a scripted line,
“This truth is mine, I’ve drawn the line!”
Old Donald has a White House, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.

(Verse 3)
He says the election was all theft, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
He’ll give you proof that he has left, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
With a “stop the steal,” a big complaint,
A press release from a cartoon saint.
Old Donald has a White House, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.

(Verse 4)
He says the documents are his to keep, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
In boxes stacked in a marble heap, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
With a declassified, in his mind,
Just sign a note and hit rewind.
Old Donald has a White House, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.

(Verse 5)
He’ll tell you one thing, then reverse, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
His stories only get much worse, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.
With a “you are fake,” a “no, it’s true,”
A dozen tales he’ll swear to you.
Old Donald has a White House, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie.