As the president wanders about lost on stage screaming ‘I’m a non-entity, get me out of here!’ we remember how he got there…

 

You walked into the Whitehouse
Like you were walking onto a yacht
In your forty-five dollar baseball cap
Your complexion was apricot
You had one eye on the mirror
And the West Wing staff were distraught
And Goldman Sachs dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and
You’re so vain
You probably think this storm is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this storm is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Oh it started several years ago
And you were so naive
You and Vladimir made such a pretty pair
What a tangled web you weave.
So you gave away the USA
Just for some flattery

Then there were tweets, they were filled with covfefe
Filled with covfefe and
You’re so vain
You probably think this storm is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this storm is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

You think hurricanes are a competition
So your storm naturally won.
And you stared straight into the blinding light
During a total eclipse of the sun
You think rules just don’t apply to you
And your allure is second to none
Which is why you’re still grabbing some pussy
Grabbing some pussy. and
You’re so vain
You probably think this storm is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this storm is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Words by @Tucker5Law from the album Reckless In America by Supertrump.