Trump On The Roof

 

Trump on the roof
Trump on the roof

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face (Trump on the roof)
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space (Trump on the roof)

On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be
And there the world below can’t bother me…

with apologies to The Drifters

see also:

The Cancer, My Friend, Is Blowing In The Wind

Inflatable Donald

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