Who Will Save Us?
Don’t complain about Donald Trump
He’s just the nouveau riche, the classless lout,
The wide boy who buys a pad in Surrey,
The geezer, the Del Boy, the shell suited chav
Nothing will, unless, unless, WHAT!?
We need a bloody Jesus to come along
And smash up all their markets and,
See my eyes, I can hardly see,
See my skin, I’m a mass of blood,
Die for us so we can lose again
This time, he has to live
And make us whole