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Trouble, I'm in trouble Like the Hubble where abandonment's my plan, Won't they go away if I ignore Iran Knowing I've shown I'm no good at man-to-man? Trouble, I'm in trouble. Little Kim is so determined we should speak, But, as you no doubt have seen, my yellow streak Makes me hesitant to meet pipsqueak-to-squeak. Though I much admire nefarious and wars fought on the cheap, I feel safer with vicarious than I do with creep-to-creep. So far Bolton's proved unbendable like a farm boy with a sheep. Who've I got that's as expendable? I'll maybe go with veep-to-veep. Glance at him. Now there's a bully for you, And those damn rants with him Are like a room with no view. Trouble, lots more trouble, If he can't distinguish birds from Peter Pan, Like if Kim wears green and gets it in the can, All because I'm so afraid of man-to-man.
Music & Original Lyric by Irving Berlin To 'Bushie's Diplomacy' |