This is my ode to a couple of old Geezers,
as in Butler who wrote words like no other,
and like the Foggy Geezer beer often on special,
over at Casanova Historic Liquors in Hudson.
In the style of Iron Man,
by Black Sabbath
Iron Trump
Lyrics by Joe Winter
Riffs by Tony He Owes Me?
I am rustic man …
I have a rusty plan …
Has mad mind lost its way
Dull forked tongue or things to say
Bomb, make Iran pay
Before leaving office or he’ll stay
Mine is the Master Plan
So mine the straits fast as one can
He has a supposition
I am the new Inquisition
Put Leo as pope on the wheel
Reining red with veins of steel
The world’s savior to remain
It’s become a tired old refrain
Thus Kim and King Charles so belittles
As Stormy says he piddles
But ballrooms, arches and more build
Fights off the druggies from Capitol Hill
Craves Venezuelan, not Italian oil
Puts on egg salad, makes it spoil
Fix it with foreign maltodextrin
That’s how he puts his hex in
A man of peace, lives in a whirl
For he has much evil to unfurl
Dementia free, he’s a new man
Iron Trump lives again!
(Outro. Death?)