He’s just a gaffe machine, says things he may not mean
like “Obama was articulate, bright and clean”
With that IQ size he should be making fries
The best speech he ever gave was plagiarized

His verbal repertoire
is hopelessly bizarre
“Poor kids are just as bright
as white kids are”

With the gaffes he’s makin’
his party’s quakin’
the “woke” ain’t wakin’
and he ain’t fakin’ it

Adieu, Captain Woebegone
Adieu, Captain Woebegone

He could rehearse his lines and still sound asinine
like his tongue OD’d on a dose of strychnine
Every last faux pas that gets past his jaw
suggests a malady that can’t be ignored

Put a paper crown on this campaign clown
out on his final fling as the blooper king
The cash they were stakin’ they’re now back-takin’
Are hair plugs makin’
his skull go vacant?

Adieu, Captain Woebegone
Adieu, Captain Woebegone
So many things you do
seem to just go wrong:
Instead of “facts” you chose “truth”
Goofy old moron

You’re no rookie
Brain playin’ hooky?

Now we can bid you adieu
Captain Woebegone
Time you just moseyed on
Say adieu, Captain Woebegone
I hope that someone told you
this is your swansong

Wish you could see
how things should be
but you’re wrong