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This Louse Is President

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The air is not just air
Because there might be E-bo-la there
But our air's messed by a louse
And this louse is President
Now Americans can trust no one
We seem to be on our own somehow

And gloom is still our doom
Even when there's doctor's in the room
But the gloom was never there
And before this Charlatan
Got elected tore — our land apart
America has a broken heart

Now and then the T.V.'s on
And suddenly his mug appears
And he plays a crazy game
When he speaks, he raises fears

Barry, has no heart
Don't let his mistakes kill all of us
E-bo-la has come along
Turn this louse out on his ear
That goes for Mooch too and all the rest
America, we are still the best!

E-bo-la has come along
Turn this louse out on his ear
That goes for Mooch too and all the rest
America, we are still the best!



 
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