Day 773, Donald, Where’s Your Trousers? (1)

 

I’m president and I’m known to lie.

I dye my hair just to beautify.

But people ask as I walk by,

Donald, where’s your trousers?

 

Why can’t I just rule by decree?

Now Nancy is our new queen bee

And everyone is asking me,

Donald, where’s your trousers?

 

Chorus 1.

Let the wind blow high; let the wind blow low.

Everywhere that I want to go,

Everybody wants to know,

Donald, where’s your trousers?

 

When I played in Nancy’s game of chance,

I should have stuck with sycophants,

For she took all my cash and pants. (2)

And now I have no trousers.

 

I promised all I would build a wall

But Nancy led to its downfall.

Now ladies laugh at me and call,

Donald, where’s your trousers?

 

Chorus 2.

Let the wind blow low; let the wind blow high.

It matters not when I’m passing by.

The ladies look and say, “Oh, my!”

Donald, where’s your trousers?

There’s a troubling case in Russia’s file—

Did they catch me doing something vile?

Vlad Putin asks me with a smile,

Donald, where’s your trousers?

 

Chorus 1.

Let the wind blow high; let the wind blow low,

Everywhere that I want to go,

Everybody wants to know,

Donald, where’s your trousers?

 

(1)  Donald, where’s your troosers?  Lyric: Andy Stewart, music: Neil Grant, 1960

(2)  Nancy Pelosi, Speaker of the House of Representatives.  They turned down Donald Trump’s request for five billion dollars to start building his wall on the southern border.