Run Little Don – Run

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