Intro: Whether a bull or bear market His tresses are always a target But this pompadour should be admired And if you don’t agree then you’re fired
Verse: Donald Trump’s Hair, Donald Trump’s Hair A girl could get lost in there Way up in there, in Donald Trump’s Hair
Verse: I really don’t care if it’s full of air In fact I really like that word ‘heir’ HEIR-E -double S
Bridge: He’s got the bouffant that I ‘vant' And I vant vut I vant like Ivana Spending my hours up in Trump Towers Running my hands through his locks And his safety deposit box
Verse: Donald Trump’s Hair, Donald Trump’s Hair Oh so precariously perched up there Ya can’t help but stare at Donald Trump’s Hair
Verse: I’m willing to bet he owns stock in Aquanet And why hasn’t he fired his stylist yet He must like the glare of his blonde helmet hair
Bridge: Comb-over, comb-over, I wish he’d comb-over And let me just touch it one time I’d fondle each follicle that sprouts from “The Donnacle” It’s so stiff and never goes flat…. How do he get his doo to do dat???
Verse: I wanna see proof, what’s under that poof Is it Jimmy Hoffa or just more of his loot What else is in there, in Donald Trump’s Hair…could it be?
Bridge: Landfill, roadkill, a bottle of Bushmill Or maybe a baby raccoon The Harlem Boys’ Choir, all those people he’s fired Or the entire cast of the Grand Ole Opry….YeeHaw!
Verse: Donald Trump’s Hair, Donald Trump’s Hair It looks like Hell, but I don’t care He’s a billionaire! No coif can compare His tonsorial deserves this memorial song He’s so debonair, ‘cuz his mane is so rare, And he flaunts it with flare Yes, a girl could get lost in there In Donald Trump’s Hair