[The following should be sung to the tune of “Pocketful of Miracles,” the definitive (and maybe only) version of which may be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxML1Kvl2Ow ]
Fee-rankly honesty
Dee-oesn’t int’rest me
Won’t affect what I say
I’ve got a Basket of Deplorables
And in my Basket of Deplorables
You’ll find a lot of angry people, they’re mine,
Okay?
Bee-rag about my dough
See-ay what isn’t so
With a wink and a nod
Still, in my Basket of Deplorables
Check out my Basket of Deplorables
There’s fifteen million easy suckers who think
I’m God.
I spout bullshit ‘bout my
Plans, my beliefs, and my biz
My wife’s a lie and my life’s a lie
But ask my fans–“He tells it like it is.”
Nee-ever really meant
Tee-oo be president
But they jumped on my train
Of all the lies you find deplorable
Inside my Basket of Deplorables
The most deplorable of all’s my
Whole
Cam-
Paign
