Wrote a song this morning...
Donald Trump went down to Georgia.
He was lookin' for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind.
He was willing to make a deal
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And Donald jumped upon a hickory stump and said "Boy, let me tell you what."
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too.
And if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you.
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give Donald Trump his due.
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My name's Joe Biden, and it might be a sin,
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Joey, rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the GOP deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose Donald gets your soul.
Donald Trump opened up his case and he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss.
And a band of Proud Boys joined in and it sounded something like this.
When Donald finished, Joe said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."
"Fire in the Rose Garden." Run, boys, run!
Donalds’s in the house of the rising sun
Juniors in the bread pan picking out dough
Amy, does your dog bite? No, child, no"
Donald Trump bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Joe’s feet.
Joey said, "Donald, just come on back if you ever wanna try again,
'Cause I've told you once--you son of a bitch--I'm the best there's ever been."
And he played:
"Fire in the Rose Garden." Run, boys, run!
Donald Trump’s in the house of the rising sun
Juniors in the bread pan picking out dough
Amy, does your dog bite? No, child, no"