A Song for Donald Trump

You Gotta Have Class

(To the tune of 'You Gotta Have Heart', from Damn Yankees)

You gotta . . .  have . . . . cl-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssss,

Or you fall flat on your a-a-a-a-a-a-a-sssss,

When they’re saying, ‘you are a fool’,

Must keep your cool,

And let it pass!

You gotta have poi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oise,

This is not a game for b-oy-oy-oy-oys,

If they say that you’re just a clown,

Hold back that frown,

It’s only noise!

When you’re pollin’ close to nothin’,

Put your butt into fifth gear,

So your head is full of stuffin’,

You can always find a smear.

There’s nothing to it – but to do it –

You gotta have cl-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssss,

Miles and miles and miles of cl-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ssssss,

Oh, it’s fine to have two balls made of brass

But keep that old a$$

Before the cart!

First, you gotta have class!

(For Those of You Who Don't Know the Song)