(Sung to the tune of Folsom Prison Blues)
“I hear that Trump train a comin’
It’s rollin’ round the bend.
He’s gonna pick up The Clot
And take her to the pen.
They’ll make her the cellblock queen
And have a big coronation
The Hildabeast for prison
In two thousand and sixteen
They’ve got an extra large orange pantsuit
Just a hanging on the wall
And a cell for BJ Bubba
Just a little ways down the hall.
It’s time to put ‘em in the slammer
Lock them up inside and drop the hammer.
Unless some more eyewitnesses
Commit suicide and hit the floor.
Remember Vince Foster and Ol McDougal
And 40 or 100 more
Now they’re telling all of the lies
And stacking up the bodies
And they think it’s a hoot
They want back in the White House
For another shot at the loot
Hide the Lincoln china
Safeguard the Resolute desk
Nail everything to the floor
Secure all of the silver
Before the Clintons abscond
with it out the door
No more white trailer trash
in the White House
Check Bubba for a syphilis rash.
Hillary for Cellblock C
in two thousand and sixteen.”