Are you just sick of having to see, here or think about Donald J. Trump? If so, then maybe this song is for you. Thanks to Rube on harp, Carl T. on sax, and Ali on the drums. And remember, vote early and often. They'll accuse us of stealing the election whether we do or not. Go Kamala! Just win, baby! Whatever it takes...

Here are the lyrics:

He’s like a rash that won’t go away.
Don’t tell me that he’s here to stay.
He’s in places where he don’t belong,
Like right right here in my song.
He’s in my paper. He’s on my phone.
Don Trump won’t leave me alone!

Look to the sky. He’s on that tower.
Next thing ya know he’ll be in my shower.
So sick of that narcissistic jerk,
His orange skin, his stupid smirk.
Every time I see him, I just wanna moan.
Don Trump won’t leave me alone!

He’s a racist. His spirit is mean.
He’s taken over my TV screen.
Convicted felon, impeached twice.
I can’t think of one thing that’s nice.
So lock him up. Throw away the key.
Then maybe Don Trump will set us free.