He looks at the screen sees the news and starts freaking
And then he foo-lish-ly tweets
De-spite his law-yers’ and staff’s constant pleading
He still just foo-lish-ly tweets.

I don't know how, nobody told him, how to control himself
I don’t know how, nobody scolds him, ‘specially that Keebler elf.

He looks at the world and then without discerning
Hair Fuhrer foo-lish-ly tweets
And e-ven a sack of rocks would now be learning
It’s just plain dumb still to tweet.

We always knew, you were extroverted
You were perverted too
We didn’t know, thoughts you just spurted
And you averted truth.

Just look at this Dick a L’Orange, sans deleting
Moronic thoughts from his tweets
He’ll take the fall
As he continues to tweet.