Number 45
Number 45
music & lyrics by Jordan S Franzel
Oh Number Forty-Five,
I cried my heart out the day you arrived.
No moment of sanity you won’t deprive
Hardly a second that you don’t talk jive,
It’s been this way since you’re alive
Oh Number Forty-Five
In his big tower he did reside
The food that he ate was fast and deep fried
His business acumen he must have let slide
Every claim against him he has denied
He claims he’s got the best temperament
Towards charity trusts he’s not lent a cent
If your skin is not white you might not get rent
To be a resident of his cheap tenement
A sense of morality he’s never relied
If he had a soul it must have died
His fat ass kept getting deeper and wide
Like Pinocchio’s nose every time that he’s lied
Oh Number Forty-Five,
I cried my heart out the day you arrived.
No moment of sanity you won’t deprive
Hardly a second that you don’t talk jive,
It’s been this way since you’re alive
Oh Number Forty-Five
Is there something you’re trying to hide,
When you fired the head of the FBI?
You’re finding less people who’ll take your side
To work for you no one would apply
What other traditions will you defy?
My well of tolerance has just run dry
Every word out your mouth is another lie
Please give me a serving of your impeach pie
Someone who thinks that he’s Andrew Jackson
Can only get things done through executive action
Under your picture should read the caption
“This man’s wisdom is merely a fraction”
You sir are no Andrew Jackson!
He may have rosacea so he’s made himself orange
He’s only found solace in the holes of his Golf range
What will we find under dyed and gold locks?
Most likely the brain of a dead baby ox
He has a fake tan
He’s a miserable man
If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m not a fan
He isn’t too smart so what’s his huge plan?
His big league idea is a Muslim ban
You can’t trust anyone who never smiles
With a dishonesty he wears like a style
He stretches the truth beyond a mile
Yet half of the country is still in denial
There’s nothing he’s done that he would regret
His hair looks like a blonde chia pet
His blundering stupidity we will never forget
We better learn Russian so we can say, “Nyet!”
It’s clear to me now that no one did vet
This ego who thinks he is the King of debt
He twitters his fake news when he gets upset
It’s a wonder to me that he’s not fired yet
Oh Number Forty-Five,
I cried my heart out the day you arrived.
No moment of sanity you won’t deprive
Hardly a secret that you can confide,
To take you to jail I’ll gladly drive
Oh Number Forty-Five
Jibber-Jabber