I was poking around in my YouTube / Google Analytics accounts today. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that The Fuck You Donald Trump Song, which I wrote and recorded on the same day almost two years ago, has earned $8.87 from ad revenue. In the spirit of unvarnished capitalism, I have temporarily resurrected this blog (it was missing for awhile because I lost the beautiful itwaslost.org domain name, irony not intended) to post the lyrics for this classy song.
The Fuck You Donald Trump Song
D D/C# Bmin
No need to mock your hair,
G D
I’m sure you’re self-aware,
D D/C# Bmin
No need to discuss policy,
G D
It means less to you than it does to me.
Bmin F#min
But let’s talk about your hatred,
G A
And your fascist little wall
D D/C# Bmin
And the worst of America’s id,
Emin A
Which you bring out of us all.
D A G
Fuck you, Donald Trump
F#7 Bmin
And all you represent
G F#min.
You’re not America,
Emin A
You’re not worth twenty-five cents.
D D/C# Bmin Bmin/A G F#min Emin
You are a sniveling, blustering, germaphobic, soulless sack of infant diarrhea.
A G D
So we sing to you, fuck you.
Dear Europe and the Earth,
Don’t judge us by our worst.
Dear terrorists and socialists,
We’re actually more afraid of racists.
Every migrant picking berries
Has a bigger cock than Trump.
When Hell is paved with golf resorts,
You’ll land there with a thump.
D A G
Fuck you, Donald Trump
F#7 Bmin
And all you represent:
G F#min
You’re not America,
Emin A
You’re not worth twenty-five cents.
D D/C# Bmin Bmin/A G F#min Emin
You are a sniveling, blustering, germaphobic, soulless sack of infant diarrhea.
A G D
So we sing to you, fuck you.
D D/C# Bmin
I wish you long and healthy life,
G D
And more supermodel wives,
D D/C# Bmin
And your family is well-fed,
G D
Yeah, but some day, when you’re dead,
Bmin F#min
There’s not a soul here singing
G A
Who’ll weep when you’re underground.
D D/C# Bmin
I’ll visit your classy luxurious grave,
Emin A
And tramp the dirt down.
Fuck you, Donald Trump, et cetera
Fuck you, Donald Trump, et cetera.
BONUS: some lost lyrics found on the editing room floor:
You are disgusting, a festering paranoid anti-democratic hole in the sewer.
You are a husk of a shit-smeared misogynist, a simpleton, narcissistic yeast infection.
See you around.
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