I Feel Trumpy
(Apologies to “I Feel Pretty” by Bernstein/Sondheim in West Side Story)
Trump
I feel Trumpy,
Oh, so chumpy,
I feel clumpy and frumpy, not bright!
And I pity
Any fact that comes my way tonight!
I feel smarmy,
Oh, so smarmy,
That I want to be copping a feel!
I’m so smarmy
That I hardly can believe I’m real.
See the greedy lech in that mirror there:
Who can that disgusting guy be?
Such a puffy face,
Such a moral mess,
Such a bulging gut.
Such a Trumpy me!
I feel shifty,
And that’s nifty,
Feel like scamming and conning for joy,
For I’m loved
By a little Russian-type boy!
Republicans
Have you met our good friend The Donald,
The sleaziest guy on the block?
You’ll know him the minute you see him,
He’s the one spewing oceans of schlock!
He’s always in love,
He thinks it’s quite neat,
He isn’t in love,
He’s merely in heat!
It must be the Dems,
We all say they spy,
We know it’s not true,
But it’s worth a try!
When he sputters out,
Send for O’Bannon,
He’ll refill the
Donald we know!
Bragging and brash,
While lusting for cash,
Ill-bred immature,
And counting his stash!
Trump
I feel Trumpy,
Oh so chumpy,
But the nation still gave me its key.
A committee
Was then organized to check out me.
Republicans
La la la la. . .
Trump
I feel Trumpy,
Kind of chumpy,
I feel greedy and seedy and hence,
I’m quite certain,
Your next president is just Mike Pence!
Republicans
La la la la. .
Trump
See the wiretaps that are everywhere:
Republicans
What wires where?
Trump
It’s Obama who wiretapped me!
Republicans
Which? What? Where? Whom?
Trump
Such a puffy face,
Such a moral mess,
Such a bulging gut.
Such a Trumpy me!
Republicans
Such a Trumpy he!
All
I feel hinky.
And so kinky,
That I hire my kids just for joy,
‘Till I’m ousted
I’m a pretty wonderful boy!
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