Sing to the tune of “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” by the Beatles
Picture a man with some bloat on his liver
with raked yellow hair and marmalade thighs
He steps to the mic and opens his pie-hole
this man with blue pinholes for eyes
White MAGA letters on foreheads and tees
Flow in a sea of blood red
Look for the hope and the sun in the sky
And it’s gone
Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow, ahh
Follow him down to a fridge in the basement
Where sweet chocolate sundaes are in full supply
Everyone screams as he gets in the shower
With swastika shampoo and pie
Bullet-proof limos appear on the shore
Waiting to take him away
Climbs in the back and he waves at the crowds
And he’s gone
Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow
Donny paints the sky in sorrow, ahh
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