The Ballad of Ronald Rump
to the tune of the Ballad of Casey Jones

Well Ronald wants all the immigrants out
He’s got a plan to make this come about
He tells us they are criminals of blackest heart
He shoves them on a plane and tells it to depart

There’s been no trial and if there were
There would be no proof against him or her
So the court says, Ronald, make them re-appear
He says Screw you, court, I’m the decider here.

Ronald Rump, strutting on the ramparts,
Ronald Rump, with his scepter in his hand,
Ronald Rump, living in a dreamworld,
Wishes he were king over all the land.

Well Ronald hates the government for all it does
He fires all the leaders of the programs that we love
He lets his cronies in to hold their sway
They don’t know shit but they like the pay.

Now Ronald gets a gift from the gummint of Qatar
It’s a flying palace, it’s a shooting star,
(spoken:) It’s actually an emolument, (sung:) but what the heck
He’ll pay for it with a foreign policy check.

Ronald Rump, strutting on the ramparts,
Ronald Rump, with a flag unfurled,
Ronald Rump, fantasizing freely
Wishes he were emperor of all the world.

Now all these actions Rump is carrying out
They look so lordly, full of prance and shout
They’re against the constitution, illegal as hell
But Ronald doesn’t care, he can’t smell their smell.

So let’s all tell him what the Congress won’t
We love our country even if you don’t
We’d rather have the law bending over us all
Than a strong man forcing us to kneel and crawl.

Ronald Rump, get back in your kennel,
You need both a muzzle and a hood,
We don’t want a wanna-be dictator
But a citizen working for the common good.