The Tweets He Tweets
(Lyrics by Tim
Loughman; sung to the tune of “On the Street Where You Live”; with apologies to
Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe)
I have often heard the birdbrain tweet before,
But the tweeting never got so indiscreet before.
All at once the guy’s more bricks than usual shy
Of a load judging by the tweets he tweets.
Is all the world’s crap in that head
of his?
Does no one’s bullshit ever rate
ahead of his?
Do his brain farts roar out of
every pore?
So it seems judging by the
tweets he tweets.
And oh, the unsettling feeling
Just to know that new tweets are
near,
That nasty nettling feeling
That any second he may tweet out
loud and clear.
People gasp and gape, they don’t faze the fool,
‘Cause there is no way on earth
that he would rather rule.
Let the tweets spew out, don’t try
to stop the lout,
‘Cause, you see, he’s gotta key the tweets he tweets.
People shake their heads, they can’t believe their eyes
Every time they read another brazen batch of lies.
Let the con man spew, it won’t work if you
Try to stop the flood of slop from Donny’s tweets.
Let the tweets spew out, don’t try to stop the lout.
Let him be, free to key the tweets he tweets.
