Because I have nowhere else to put this. Based on this song. (Verses are in a different order)
Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Donald Trump needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Cleveland
So put down your books and pick up a pun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are they fighting for?
Don't ask 'em, they don't give a damn,
Next stop is Cleveland;
And it's five, six, seven,
Vote on up the trollish hates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We're all gonna die.
Come on Red Pill, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty shit memes to be made
By supplying the Ragers with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that as as they take some hits,
Nobody has more Cissy Fits.
And it's one, two, three,
What are they fighting for ?
Don't ask 'em, they don't give a damn,
Next stop is Cleveland.
And it's five, six, seven,
Vote on up the trollish hates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We're all gonna die.
Well, come on navigators, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those Berns
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's turned
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've spammed 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are they fighting for?
Don't ask 'em, they don't give a damn,
Next stop is Cleveland;
And it's five, six, seven,
Vote on up the trollish hates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! We're all gonna die.
Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Kurdistan.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three
What are they fighting for ?
Don't ask 'em, they don't give a damn,
Next stop is Cleveland.
And it's five, six, seven,
Vote on up the trollish hates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! We're all gonna die.
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