(To the tune of “Leaving On A Jet Plane” by John Denver)

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All my baggage is back
But I’m ready to go
On the balcony,
Shooting through the door
I’ve made malarky up
About Ukraine

But the chance is fleeting,
No time to mourn;
The Donald’s tweeting
He’s blowing his horn
Already they’re talkin’ long shot
Like my brain

Don’t diss me
And sideline me
Please ignore
My plagiary —
Give me votes
And I’ll be on my way!

I’m not leaving’
I’ve made that plain
Who knew I would come back again?
Oh, babes, you had to know

Now the Donald’s breakin’
Away from the pack
There’s taxes waitin’,
We want them back
Already I’m a long-shot
But can’t refrain;

There’s so many times
I’ve let y’all down
So many crimes
And flip-flops now
I tell you now
I don’t stand for a thing.
Dream about the daze to come
I can’t even be left alone
About the times
I’m so daft as to say:

Kiss me and smile for me
Let me fondle your scrunchie
Hold you like I’ll never let you go . . .
Unbelievable!
What a display
Who knew I would come back again?
Oh, babe, I have to grope.

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