There's an ol' goat
--
a mi-sog-y-nist, he.
Chau-vin-ists vo-ted
him
Pres-i-dent.
Ver-bal-ly limp,
he
re-lies on Twit-ter
ev'-ry damn time he feels
press'd to vent.
Ol' Man Twit-ter.
That Ol' Man Twit-ter.
He must know sump-'n
(no way: he's Trump...) 'n'
he just keeps troll-lin.'
He keeps on troll-lin' a-a-a-a-
long.
(Chorus B)
He trolls Bob Muel-ler.
He trolls Pe-lo-si.
And an-y day now
he'll troll A-O-C.
He just keeps troll-lin.'
(While 18-hol-in.') So-o-o-o
wrong!
(Bridge)
U-S-A,
four tenths in-sane,
pray-in' while play-in'
through the ache and pain.
Brave that hair...
those hands! (So small!)
Buck 'im and he'll f**k 'em
with his "Build that wa-a-a-a-a-all!"
(Outro)
I gets wear-y
with all the ly-in.'
But emp-ty heads
all those lies keep buy-in.'
So Ol' Man Twit-ter,
he just keeps troll-lin'
a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-
long.