[To the tune of “Don’t Ask Me No Questions” by Lynyrd Skynyrd]

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Well since I made the White House my home, no one wants to let me be
It seems that all this government ever does is interrogate me
Well, I know you must state your feelings but I don’t want a press melee
And it’s none of your business what I do every day

Well it’s true I love money and brand new cars
But I don’t drink whiskey or whisk chicks away from bars
At least when I go out on the road, well, I get some equal time
‘Cause I know I’m gonna get a reaction, and they’re just gonna lose their minds

[Chorus]
So, don’t ask me stupid questions
And I won’t call out your lies
So, don’t ask me about my business
And I won’t tweet you goodbye

That’s right

Well, “women of color and do you dig the brothers?” drivin’ me up the wall
Speaking of which, every time we lay a brick, some fool judge stops it all
Well don’t you think that when I go to Mar-a-Lago I just want a little peace of mind
If you want to talk about the business, buddy, you’re just wastin’ time

[Chorus]

I said don’t ask no stupid questions and I won’t send you away
If you’re just going to print fiction, well I understand that OK

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