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The Eastern States... they aren't buyin'
all the things about... which he's lyin'.
He's old enough to know... but isn't knowin'.
We shouldn't have let him in, and now he should be goin'.
In November we'll be votin', not Donald, we're Joe-in'
and I... tell you, over and over and over again, my friend
we now need relief, and we're on the Eve of De-Trump-tion!

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?
Trump gave us the fears that we're feelin' today.
All our buttons he's pushed, let's throw him away.
It's our country we must save, or we'll land in the grave.
Take a look around you, boy: He treats us like a toy
and I... tell you, over and over and over again, my friend
yeah, he gives us grief, but we're on the Eve of De-Trump-tion!

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Yeah, he's gone so mad, he needs congratulation.
I'm sittin' here, watchin' him gesticulatin'.
He can't tell the truth, he hates all regulation.
A handful of Senators saved his Administration.
So let's march to the polls, deny him re-election.
For human respect, we must give him rejection.
This whole crazy world wants to remove this infection.
And I... tell you, over and over and over again, my friend
he's a traitor thief, but we're on the Eve of De-Trump-tion!

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Think of all the trade he's messed up with China.
Think of the Sharpie he used on Alabama.
Inside his head, there's way too much space.
Coronavirus deaths all over the place.
The pounding of his fist, his pride, a disgrace.
We can bury his plans, and not leave a trace.
And then next year, neighbor, we'll restore our country's grace
and I... tell you, over and over and over and over again, my friend
we can bring relief, we're on the Eve of De-Trump-tion!

Yes, let's bring relief, we're on the Eve of De-Trump-tion!

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