You can work for Burisma and get nicely paid.
You can spend it all on coke, and whores so you get laid.
You can knock up a stripper, not acknowledge the kid.
Sell your childish paintings for a cool six-figure bid,
You want Pardon, I can’t Pardon
Though you are my son - -
You want Pardon, I can’t Pardon
No one, no one, no one is above the law!

Your gun permit application’s chock full of lies
Then the gun just disappears, oh what a surprise!
Cocaine just turns up- - in the Situation Room
Secret Service takes all leads, then sweeps them with a broom.
You want Pardon, I can’t Pardon
Though you are my son
You want Pardon, I can’t Pardon
No one, no one, no one is above the law!

Trump just trounced Kamala, she just went down in flames.
He just formed his cabinet with a scary list of names.
Rubio’s AG, gonna strike lethal blows;
Hunter may be first to fall of many dominos!
Where’s that Pardon? Print that Pardon!
Cov’ring my own butt!
Get my pen, I’ll- - sign that Pardon!
Hunter, Hunter, Hunter’s now above the law!
Hunter’s now above the law!
Hunter’s now above the law!