He’s a birther, bigot, bully, brat you can’t avoid to save your life.
Center of a crowd, talking hate so loud, sowing violence and such strife.
It seems to us he’s been a psychopath and predator all his years
And he never tries to stop his lies or trading on our fears.
We better stop! and look around
Here it comes, here he comes, here it comes, here he comes
Here comes our national nervous breakdown.
When he was just a child he was filthy rich
But he was never, ever brought up right.
Wouldn’t rent a place to anyone whose skin wasn’t pure white.
His businesses went bankrupt but he still made a lot of dough
Paid no taxes, stiffed his workers, assaulted women down below.
We better stop! And look around
Here it comes, here he comes, here it comes, here he comes
Here comes our national nervous breakdown.
Oh, who’s to blame, that man’s just insane.
Nothing we try don’t ever work.
It just gets worse ‘cause he’s such a jerk oh, please.
His opponent’s a crook, the election’s rigged, the media treat him mean.
He ponders nukes and Putin’s looks and endlessly vents his spleen.
He’ll build a wall, deport them all and keep all Muslims out.
He’s out of his mind, now I’m out of mine, and we’re all drowning in doubt.
America, stop! And look around.
Here it comes, here he comes, here it comes, here he comes
Here comes our national nervous breakdown.
Oh, who’s to blame? The GOP’s insane.
Got Breitbart Bannon crawling in my brain
And racist Jeff Sessions causing me such pain
We better stop! And look around.
Here it comes, here he comes, here comes our national nervous breakdown.
Here comes our Trump-fed nervous breakdown.
***(Sung to the tune of “19th Nervous Breakdown,” by Jagger-Richards)
