Loud and Rich (An Inaugural Blessing)
Well my daddy didn't work in a coal mine
But his daddy didn't spot him a gold find
Well if you handed me gold I like to think I'd dream bolder
Than selling Chinese-made golden steak knives
Well if my papa gave me dozens of millions
I believe that I'd build something that lasts
Like an acceptance machine run on American dreams
That makes the deadbeat rich a thing of the past
I wouldn't build a single tyranny wall
I wouldn't build a single deportee boat
But I would wind up and wail a single three-penny nail
To hang a sign that sang the popular vote
Cause being loud and rich don't make you king
Being mean and rich don't make you king
Everyone knows you never earned anything
And being loud and rich don't make you king
Your tiny lexicon is alarming
Maybe your tiny hands should pick up a book
If your brain is so yuge why do you bigly abuse
The English language like a toddler would
Well it's obvious you don't know "the best words"
Since mostly you just care about breast words
Not including the Russian you were whispered by Putin
Words like kukol'nyy and zolotoy dush
Oh being loud and rich don't make you king
Being mean and rich don't make you king
Everyone knows you never built anything
And being loud and rich don't make you king
Oh and have fun hanging out with the Klan
Have fun hanging out with the wingnuts
Have fun hanging out with the racists and D-list
At your piss-fests in the West Wing bunks
Cause no celebrity will come to your party
Even Springsteen's cover band thinks you're tacky
Even the cover band for Springsteen's cover band
Finds your commitment to democracy lacking
But Three Doors Down they had that one hit that one time
It was a good hit and I'm sure they will play it
I'm sure their singles sales will see tremendous growth
And you'll spend your two-month term tweeting 'bout it
And your impeachment hearing tweeting about it
Oh being loud and rich don't make you king
Being mean and rich don't make you king
Everyone knows you haven't won anything
And being loud and rich don't make you king
When this all goes away generations will sing
That a sad orange man once thought he was king
But his daddy didn't spot him a gold find
Well if you handed me gold I like to think I'd dream bolder
Than selling Chinese-made golden steak knives
Well if my papa gave me dozens of millions
I believe that I'd build something that lasts
Like an acceptance machine run on American dreams
That makes the deadbeat rich a thing of the past
I wouldn't build a single tyranny wall
I wouldn't build a single deportee boat
But I would wind up and wail a single three-penny nail
To hang a sign that sang the popular vote
Cause being loud and rich don't make you king
Being mean and rich don't make you king
Everyone knows you never earned anything
And being loud and rich don't make you king
Your tiny lexicon is alarming
Maybe your tiny hands should pick up a book
If your brain is so yuge why do you bigly abuse
The English language like a toddler would
Well it's obvious you don't know "the best words"
Since mostly you just care about breast words
Not including the Russian you were whispered by Putin
Words like kukol'nyy and zolotoy dush
Oh being loud and rich don't make you king
Being mean and rich don't make you king
Everyone knows you never built anything
And being loud and rich don't make you king
Oh and have fun hanging out with the Klan
Have fun hanging out with the wingnuts
Have fun hanging out with the racists and D-list
At your piss-fests in the West Wing bunks
Cause no celebrity will come to your party
Even Springsteen's cover band thinks you're tacky
Even the cover band for Springsteen's cover band
Finds your commitment to democracy lacking
But Three Doors Down they had that one hit that one time
It was a good hit and I'm sure they will play it
I'm sure their singles sales will see tremendous growth
And you'll spend your two-month term tweeting 'bout it
And your impeachment hearing tweeting about it
Oh being loud and rich don't make you king
Being mean and rich don't make you king
Everyone knows you haven't won anything
And being loud and rich don't make you king
When this all goes away generations will sing
That a sad orange man once thought he was king
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Writer(s): Martin Moran
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