Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is carted round the fairways like some ochrous golfing gourd;
He hath loosed a drive like lightning, for a hole-in-one reward*:
His Lie is marching on.

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Glory glory, allez-Q-ya!
Glory, glory, allez-Q-ya!
Glory, glory, allez-Q-ya!
His Lie is marching on.

I have seen him in the chyrons of a hundred Fox reports,
They have builded him an army of believers he exhorts
To answer “leftie” viewpoints with alt-righteous retorts:
His Lie is marching on.

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I have read a fiery speech note, writ with Sharpie on a card:
“They have stolen our election, consequences must be hard;
We will storm and take the Capitol, smear shit on its façade!”  
His Lie is marching on.

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He has sounded forth the Trump pets that shall never call retreat;
He is doling out the pardons, one last Presidential feat;
He has freed his co-conspirators, so they might kiss his feet:
His Lie is marching on.

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In the bosom of a helicopter, Trump was borne aloft,
For his parting shot, a winner’s speech – you’d think he’d never lost,
And he’s fighting that election still, however high the cost

His Lie is marching on!

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He haunts his Mar-y-Lago home, an uninvited guest
Crashing other people’s weddings, making speeches nonetheless,
And he hopes for reinstatement soon, delusion at its best:
His Lie is marching on.

(Chorus)

His Lie is marching on!

_{*Allegedly. No one actually saw the ball drop in the hole, but it’s a small detail. He is the Chosen One.}