Who do you lie to you dotard
When you’re alone in your bed
Are you convinced that you’re perfect
Your nightmares the truth that you dread
Is that why you tweet after midnight
Throw tantrums like a two-year old child
Did someone accuse you of cheating and lying
It’s something you’ve done all your life
Perhaps you would like to run to escape
To get away from it all little Don
From the lawyers who’re all at your heels
At least you are now fit and able
Now that your bone spurs have heeled
