Trojan Donkey
Aya ganja mon
Oh can you feel it
Takin' what you can
And I say
Aya ganja mon
A celebration
Stick it to the man
A rasta revolution
I used to hang my head in shame
Wouldn't even speak her name
Oh Hillary, she won the
Participation trophy
No sense in feelin' blue
Here's what I'm gonna do
Gonna move out of my basement
Into Pennsylvania Avenue
Barry can't conceive it
Bernie don't believe it
Lizzie didn't buy it but
Ooh la la Kamala
It's all a game of course
I'm just a Trojan Horse
Shut up you dog faced pony soldier
Call me the Trojan Donkey
Burn baby burn
Oh can you see it
Hunter's gotta earn
And I say
Burn baby burn
Molotov Cocktails
Take another turn
No calories, so refreshing
I light the fire
Put it in the bottle
I love the smell of napalm
'Cause it smells like victory
No sense in feelin' down
Let's do the whole damn town
Gonna fake it till I make it
If I have to burn the mother down
Barry can't conceive it
Bernie don't believe it
Nancy such an idiot but
Ooh la la Kamala
It's all a joke you know
They call me Quid Pro Joe
It's a little past my bedtime but
Call me the Trojan Donkey
Aya ganja mon
Oh can you feel it
Takin' what you can
And I say
Aya ganja mon
A celebration
Stick it to the man
What you say?
Aya ganja mon
Ooh yeah, oh can you feel it
Takin' what you can
We have a party
Aya ganja mon
And you can call me
Stick it to the man
The Trojan Donkey
Oh can you feel it
Takin' what you can
And I say
Aya ganja mon
A celebration
Stick it to the man
A rasta revolution
I used to hang my head in shame
Wouldn't even speak her name
Oh Hillary, she won the
Participation trophy
No sense in feelin' blue
Here's what I'm gonna do
Gonna move out of my basement
Into Pennsylvania Avenue
Barry can't conceive it
Bernie don't believe it
Lizzie didn't buy it but
Ooh la la Kamala
It's all a game of course
I'm just a Trojan Horse
Shut up you dog faced pony soldier
Call me the Trojan Donkey
Burn baby burn
Oh can you see it
Hunter's gotta earn
And I say
Burn baby burn
Molotov Cocktails
Take another turn
No calories, so refreshing
I light the fire
Put it in the bottle
I love the smell of napalm
'Cause it smells like victory
No sense in feelin' down
Let's do the whole damn town
Gonna fake it till I make it
If I have to burn the mother down
Barry can't conceive it
Bernie don't believe it
Nancy such an idiot but
Ooh la la Kamala
It's all a joke you know
They call me Quid Pro Joe
It's a little past my bedtime but
Call me the Trojan Donkey
Aya ganja mon
Oh can you feel it
Takin' what you can
And I say
Aya ganja mon
A celebration
Stick it to the man
What you say?
Aya ganja mon
Ooh yeah, oh can you feel it
Takin' what you can
We have a party
Aya ganja mon
And you can call me
Stick it to the man
The Trojan Donkey
Credits
Writer(s): Donald Wiening
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