What am I gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk of my lump?

You a get, get, get, get, me drunk,
Get me gov drunk off your lump.

Your lump, your lump, your lump, your lump, your lump,
Your lump, Your lump, your lump, lovely Weiner lump

(Check it out)


You drive the LIBERALS crazy,
You post it online daily,

They treat you really nicely,
Send me pics of you precisely.

Hillary & Obama,
They don't like no drama

Stare'n, they be sharin'
All their money got you run'n' high

Voters you ain't askin,
WE know you love be tax'n,

Wear no pants is your Religion,
I say no, but you keep givin'

So I keep on takin'
Donations you be make'n

We can keep on dat'n'
Online demonstrating.

Your love (love), your love, your love, your love (love)
Libs love your Weiner lump (love),
Your lump, your lump, your lump (love),
your lumps they got you,

She's got me spending.

Spendin' all my money for me and taxing all for me.

She's got me spending'.

Spendin' all my money on me, up on me, on me

What I'm gon' do with all this junk?
All this junk on my tiny lump?


You a get, get, get, get, me drunk.
Get me gov drunk off your lump.


What I gon' do I'm such an ass?
Such an ass who begs for cash?

You a make, make, make, make up schemes
Make up scheme, make up scheme.

Cos of your lump (ha), your lump, your lump, your lump (what).
Your lump, your lump, your lump (ha), your lovely Weiner lump

(Check it out)

I chat with girl from San Francisco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea “Oh no!”

I could be the Donkey, you could be my honey
Let's take pics won't that be funny.

I can blame Breitbart for all dat stuff,
Filthy, Filthy naked stuff,
Mix my naked self with mayor stuff, filthy, filthy riiiiiiight.

They say you really sexy,
The girls they love your texting.
They always send you texties,

Always strip'n just for me,

Tryin' to see your lump, lump.
Lookin' at your lump, lump.

I can look but I can't touch it,
Got important meeting with Obama

He don't like no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, drama Obama

So you pull out your hand toy,
You say you aint a man, boy,
You just play'n with hand toy,

And move your lump.
Your lump, your lump, your lump, your lump,
Your lump, your lump, your lump, your lump, your lump, your lump.
Your lovely Weiner lump (lumps)
Your lovely Weiner lump (lumps)
Your lovely Weiner lump (lumps)

In the back and in the front (lumps)

Your lovin' got you,

She's got me spendin'.
(Spendin' all my money for me and taxing you for me.

She's got me spendin'.
Spendin' all my taxes for me, up for me, for me.


What I'm gon' do with my tiny lump?
Tiny lump on 8 gig jump?

You a get, get, get, get me drunk,
Get me gov drunk off your lump.

What I'm gon' do with all your cash?
All that cash for Mayor dreams?

You a make, make, make, make up scheme
Make up scheme, make up scream.


What I'm gon' do with that tiny lump?
Tiny lump inside my junk?

You a get, get, get, get me drunk,
Get me gov drunk off your lump.

What I'm gon' do with all that press?
All that press look'n for dirt?

You a make, make, make, make'm work
Make'm work, work, make'm work.


(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha)


I got you spendin'.

Spendin' all my money for me and taxing you for me.

I got me spendin'
Spendin' all your taxes on he, up on he, on he.

My peoples record player from the gulag library seems to be skipping when I hear this tune.... Perhaps the singer has a speech impediment?