Trump Donald!
Trump Donald!
“If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.”
Trump Donald!
Frank Sinatra – Come Blow Your Trump Lyrics:
Make like a Mister Milquetoast and you'll get shut out,
Make like a Mister Meek and you'll get cut out,
Make like a little lamb, and wham, you're shorn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
Make like a Mister Mumbles and you're a zero,
Make like a Mister Big; they dig a hero.
You've got to sound your "A" the day you're born,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach,
I'll give you the whole maguilla in a one word speach: Reach!
Make like the world's your pudding, but light the brandy,
Even the mildest kiss is a dan, dan, dandy,
There'll be no love in bloom come doomsday morn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
[Interlude]
In civilized jungles females adore
The lions who come on swingin'; if you want to score - roar!
You can be either read to or be the reader,
You can be either lead or be the leader.
Don't wait until you're told you're old and worn,
Take in some air and get your lips puckered,
Before you find you're simply too tuckered,
I'll tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
Blow your Trump,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
Songwriters: JIMMY VAN HEUSEN, SAMMY CAHN
Come Blow Your Trump lyrics © BARTON MUSIC CORPORATION
Make like a Mister Milquetoast and you'll get shut out,
Make like a Mister Meek and you'll get cut out,
Make like a little lamb, and wham, you're shorn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
Make like a Mister Mumbles and you're a zero,
Make like a Mister Big; they dig a hero.
You've got to sound your "A" the day you're born,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach,
I'll give you the whole maguilla in a one word speach: Reach!
Make like the world's your pudding, but light the brandy,
Even the mildest kiss is a dan, dan, dandy,
There'll be no love in bloom come doomsday morn,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
[Interlude]
In civilized jungles females adore
The lions who come on swingin'; if you want to score - roar!
You can be either read to or be the reader,
You can be either lead or be the leader.
Don't wait until you're told you're old and worn,
Take in some air and get your lips puckered,
Before you find you're simply too tuckered,
I'll tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
Blow your Trump,
I tell ya, chum, it's time to come blow your Trump.
Songwriters: JIMMY VAN HEUSEN, SAMMY CAHN
Come Blow Your Trump lyrics © BARTON MUSIC CORPORATION
“In a world whose absurdity appears to be so impenetrable, we simply must reach a greater degree of understanding among us, a greater sincerity.”
Re: Trump Donald!
Yeah, blowing him has no appeal. Punching, absolutely.