Click on link, below, to see a simple arrangement of this song, composed by an elderly friend---Franklin Carpenter Gregg--- who unfortunately has no computer (like my friend Sally McBride, whose introit I posted along with my own introits).
Who's the biggest liar we could ever hope to see?
D O N ALD T R U M P!
Donald Trump, Donald Trump, he's the champ, he's the champ
At pulling wool across supporters' eyes
His casinos can't make money,
and his hair is kind of funny
But he's still the champion at telling lies
Who is such a liar that his trousers are on fire?
D O N A L D T R U M P!
Donald Trump, Donald Trump, he's the champ, he's the champ
At pulling wool across supporters' eyes
His casinos can't make money
and his hair is kind of funny
But he's still the champion at telling lies (he wins the prize!).