That ol’ codger’s tired, aching feet
A draft dodger and a bona fide cheat
In the beginning was just the start
He is a man without any heart
None of the of his many lies
None of his thousand and one alibis
Will get him through Heaven’s gate
But in Hell he won’t even have to wait
He might even get to be first in line
As Beelzabub doesn’t even mind
And all the company that he’ll keep
In a place in which he’ll get no sleep
There will be no rest of any kind
Nor will there be any peace of mind
Nor will there be any rest in peace
Judged as guilty as any beast
And all of those who hung with you
Roasted until they are cooked through
Despite all of the legal discussions
Bound to suffer serious repercussions
With a million MAGA Morons with you
The sun has set and you all are through