Two hundred years it’s been two hundred years
Democracy is fragile and now it so appears

The Donald has done did it
His party’s gone to split
Spurned by the N R C
He sued and said we’ll see

Two hundred years, he plays on all our fears
When he has his say, the losers leave in tears

His party’s come apart
Revolution’s got its start
Until Trump’s suit is settled
The N R C is nettled
With no red nominee in November twenty-sixteen
For the next presidency the election can’t proceed

Two hundred years, Trump set us on our rears
For getting his own way, the man has no peers

The lower courts all pass
Circuit judge says alas
When Trump’s suit reaches SCOTUS
Eight Supremes cannot focus

Two hundred years
my dear, my dear, oh dear

Now it’s January fifteen
Of two thousand seventeen
The House Speaker takes the lead
In a default presidency
In the Oval Office’s where
Paul Ryan’s wanted to be
With congress and the White House
the reds control all three
With no opposition party
we’ve no more democracy

Two hundred years
the rest of the world jeers
Two hundred years

A regressive judge is seated
Trump wins legal victory
Ryan won’t be ‘deleted’
He likes the view you see
Trump sues ‘cause that’s what he
Does ever so frequently
Enter in the tea party
Country’s left in anarchy

Two hundred years
Two hundred years

Two hundred years

Two hundred years