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Conniptions Over Convictions
(To the tune of Roy Orbison's Crying)
Lyrics by Howard Walderman
Trump seemed alright though on trial
He could nap, even smile
But then the jury returned
A verdict that had him so burned
That he could only bellow
How it all was unsound
That the jury had found
That he'd been ly-i-i-i ing to me and you
Ly-i-i-i-ing to the government too
Then his entourage left him there
As if no one could care
And he began sighing, denying, vilifying, crying
Yeah, Trump's crying / crying over his fate.
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