Oh no! There’s storm clouds in the sky!
I wonder if that means we’ll die?
Oh wait, it’s just the oil fields burning;
the Middle East’s democracy learning.
Soon they will learn to toe the line,
then everything will be just fine.
We rule this world, no Gypo scum;
we’ll let them hear our great war drum.
We’ll beat it from high in the sky;
we’ll rain down Hell and they will die.
Their Commie mates won’t help them now;
‘cos Pootee just loves me anyhow.
He helped me get where I belong,
high above the peasant throng.
For I am God and I am King;
I’m President of everything.
There’s no justice while I make rules;
no blasphemy from ‘Fake News’ fools.
The moron vote that got me here
love me because I rule with fear.
They have no brains, no brains at all;
they’ll kill you at my beck and call.
So, give me all your oil right now
but I’ll grab your pussy anyhow.