(To the tune of “Bad Boyfriend” by Garbage)
I’ve got a fever, come check it and see
My anger’s burning and rolling in me
We may not last but there’s no fun till it ends
C’mon, baby, you’re a bad president
I wanna hear you take all of the blame
I wanna see you burn up in flames
Send you to jail so I can cheer with my friends
C’mon, baby, you’re a bad president
So foul, shitty, you suck, can’t you see
But watch out Tool-belt, we’ll sting like a bee
We know some tricks that’ll bring your reign to an end
C’mon, baby, you’re a bad president
My fever’s rising, you ran outta luck
Say what, sugar? Your VP fucked what?
Let’s lock you up for one hundred and ten
C’mon, baby, you’re a bad president
It’s wild the way you exploit us
It’s wild the way you persecute us
It’s wild the way you sell short us
Wrapped your heart up with hate from the start
You’ve got the women waiting in line
You’re not asking them to use their own minds
Let them control their bodies, at least now and then
They’ve got something special for a bad president
If you can’t rule them justly, step down, don’t pretend
Oh, they’ve saved something special for the very end
If you can’t rule them justly, step down, don’t pretend
C’mon, baby, you’re my bad president
Oh, c’mon, baby, you’re my bad president
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