POTUS came in through the bathroom window
Protected by his silver spoon
But now he sucks his thumb on Twitter and wonders
Why he forgot to drain the Washington lagoon
Didn't anybody tell him?
Didn't his handlers see?
Sunday's on the phone to Putin
Tuesday's on the phone to me
He said always been a real-estate dancer
Selling fifteen Manhattan properties a day
And he thought he had a clue or an answer
But he just did, whatever Goldman Sachs men say
And so he will quit the POTUS department
And enjoy himself some steady golf
He tried his best to help the oligarchs
With all things, that they could steal and rob
Didn't anybody tell him?
Didn't the NSA see?
Sunday's on the phone to Jong-un
Tuesday's on the phone to me
... … oh yeah
