NO, HE AIN'T MY PRESIDENT
(Tune: When the Saints Go Marching In)Oh no, he ain’t my president Oh no, he ain’t my president. Oh, he couldn’t be any dumber. No, he ain’t my president.
His lies so quaint he does invent. His lies so quaint he does invent. Oh, he couldn’t be any dumber. No, he ain’t my president.
Oh, he’s no saint, and he’s no gent…
Shows no restraint, hatred does vent…
Full of complaints, evil intent…
Country to taint he sure is bent…
He thinks he great, but he’s just dense….
Brings to our state great detriment….
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