LYRICS
The lights went down at Mar-a-lago
Inside a cake awaited Charro
The sparklers lit.
And they all clapped.
The sequins brushed, the models swooned.
The velvet crushed, the crooners crooned.
It was a classy party, after-all.
When the clouds parted wide
They decided to stay outside
The heavens opened an artery
And slit its wrist to shower on thee
And the rain came down
And they kept laughing
And the hail came down
And they kept golfing
And the frogs came down
And they kept coughing
Oh no. Oh no.
And the blood came down
And we kept dancing
And the blood came down
And we kept dancing
Oh no, Oh no…
Here we go.
Things heated up at Casa Blanca.
The next one on was Frank Sinatra.
‘Course Dean was lit. And they all Clapped.
The palms were pressed. The elbows rubbed,
A dwarf was tossed. And wives were drugged.
It was political, after-all.
They counted down on the big old clock
A stage arose with the great Kid Rock.
Clapton tuned. And whipped his slave.
The noses browned. The circles jerked.
Babies burned. Their mothers twerked.
It was the last Christmas, after-all
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