I Rewrote a Song Because Trump is Lying to His Base

Because you know I'm lying to my base
To my base, I’m trouble
I'm lying to my base
To my base, I’m trouble
I'm lying to my base

To my base, I’m trouble
I'm lying to my base
Right to their face...face...face...face

Yeah, it's pretty clear, I got low IQ
But I can fake it, fake it, like they all want me to
'Cause I got that spray tan and cops sprayin' mace
And all the alt-right in all the wrong places

I faked Time Magazine, my golf-club Photoshop
We know that shit ain't real, but I won't make it stop
If you got money, money, cha-ching it up
'Cause I'm conning all you MAGAs 

And you're eating up this slop

Yeah, my daddy he told me "don't worry about your lies"
(Shoo wop wop, sha-ooh wop wop)
He said, "whites wanna hear that the country is stayin' white"

(That's bullshit, bullshit, you know that's bullshit bullshit)
You know that Mexico won't ever pay for a giant wall

(Shoo wop wop, sha-ooh wop wop)
And I promised you JOBS JOBS but they're staying in Nepal

Because you know I'm lying to my base
To my base, I'm trouble
I'm lying to my base
To my base, I'm trouble
I'm lying to my base
To my base, I'm trouble
I'm lying to my base
To my base... Hey!

I'm bringing treason back
Go 'head and tell Bob Mueller that
My wife looks like she wants to hit me with a bat
But I'm here to tell you...
Every tweet I write is stupid and my hair looks like a mop

Yeah Ivanka she told me "keep wearing those long red ties"

And I'm building hotels for a posse of Russian spies

(I'm making money, money, I'm making money, money)

You know I wish that my fingers were not quite so very small

And to prove that they aren't I guess I'll just nuke us all.