If Trump becomes the President I’m moving to Peru;
the people there are pleasant and you get a mountain view.
If Trump becomes the CEO of this great land of ours,
I just might have to take the next flight up to planet Mars.
If Trump short circuits ev’rything, becoming Chief of State,
I’m sailing for the Dry Tortugas — where they give free bait.
If Trump becomes the Czar, the Kaiser, Godfather, Uncle Sam;
I’ll find a hick town where they pump your gas and say “Shazam!”
If Trump becomes . . . WHEN Trump becomes — that’s how it’s gonna be —
there’s no place far enough away where Democrats can flee.
(Not to mention members of his own scared GOP.)