(Sung to the Tune of “Home on the Range”)
Oh, give me a wall
Or the government will stall
That’s how I deal; how I cope; how I play
From me seldom is heard
A single accurate word
Why should truth be something I need to say
(Chorus)
I’m so, so deranged
I keep my hair a bright yellow, not gray
Some say my brain’s like a bird’s
I’ll treat them like I treat the Kurds
Not to God, it’s to me folks should pray
We were right 