《《Kiss or Kick?》》
He struts the stage, gold hair a-crown,
Says, "World leaders bowin’ down."
"They’re linin’ up, they kiss my throne,
I’m the king they can’t dethrone."
With a grin, he puffs his chest,
Claims he’s better than the rest.
"From Paris to Beijing’s gate,
They’re beggin’ me to set ’em straight."
Oh, they’re in queue, he’s so sure,
Kissing ass from shore to shore.
But the truth’s a bitter sting,
They’re kickin’ him, not crownin’ king.
Line’s long, the boots are high,
A global laugh beneath the sky.
He dreams of praise, they aim to shove,
A queue of kicks, not queue of love.
He brags of tariffs, trillions flow,
"World’s my stage, I run the show."
"They’re tremblin’ at my mighty hand,
I’m the boss of every land."
But whispers echo ‘round the globe,
They’re tired of his brash, loud probe.
Behind his back, they form a line,
To boot him out, not sip his wine.
Oh, they’re in queue, he’s so sure,
Kissing ass from shore to shore.
But the truth’s a bitter sting,
They’re kickin’ him, not crownin’ king.
Line’s long, the boots are high,
A global laugh beneath the sky.
He dreams of praise, they aim to shove,
A queue of kicks, not queue of love.
From Moscow’s chill to Rio’s heat,
They’re stompin’ to a different beat.
He sees a kiss, they land a blow,
A worldwide snub he’ll never know.
"Trillions comin’, I’m the man!"
But they’re just laughin’ at his plan.
The queue grows long, the kicks rain free,
A fool’s parade for all to see.
Oh, they’re in queue, he’s so sure,
Kissing ass from shore to shore.
But the truth’s a bitter sting,
They’re kickin’ him, not crownin’ king.
Line’s long, the boots are high,
A global laugh beneath the sky.
He dreams of praise, they aim to shove,
A queue of kicks, not queue of love.
So here he stands, the braggart bold,
Tales of glory, loudly told.
But round the world, the line’s in place,
Not to kiss, but to disgrace.
Oh, Donald, see the queue unwind,
It’s not your ass they’re here to find.
A kick, a laugh, the song’s refrain,
The world’s in line to bring the pain.
