don’t let the door hit you on the way out (X2)

hey trump how you doin’ how's your bottom line
that ship of yours is sinkin’ a fathom at a time
sewer water comin’ up around your chin
I hope you got some water wings ‘cause I know you can’t swim

don’t let the door hit you on the way out (X2)

I remember watchin’ Tricky Nixon goin’ down
we all thought he was the biggest crook to ever come to town
but you make him look like a real nice guy
so pack it up buddy and learn to say goodbye

don’t let the door hit you on the way out (X2)

maybe they'll take you back on reality TV
where you can pretend to be the president of an imaginary country
where everybody loves you and they admire your reach
where your hair is always perfect and you can never be impeached

or maybe you can get a job workin’ in Trump Tower
cleaning out the toilets for $1.35 an hour
or somethin’ real easy where you don't have to think too hard
like walking real slow around the prison yard

don’t let the door hit you on the way out (X2)

we'll have to fumigate the place after you're gone
a stench like that lingers when it's been around so long
but there’s a better day comin’ and it’s comin’ around the bend
and it feels good to sing it so i'm gonna sing it again

don’t let the door hit you on the way out (X2)




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