Hocus pocus, the results are in, and they’re bogus,
been a three-ring circus act;
no one knows what’s fiction and what is fact.
Clowns, jokers, and fools,
they play by their own set of rules.
Hocus pocus, no one seemed to notice,
a wolf in sheep’s clothes,
pulled the wool over their eyes, right under their nose.
Desperate, we listen to foolish men,
and along comes the charlatan,
to line his pockets even more.
Rome is burning, who’ll save the poor.
Nero, oblivious to the surrounding ruin,
kept playing his tune.
Hocus pocus, a state of deep hypnosis,
wake up from under this spell,
this dream’s not going to end well.
A bag of tricks, dirty politics,
now were in a fix, what about those cabinet picks?
We’ll follow the leader, we’ll listen to him; he did win.
Stick our necks out, go out in a limb,
don’t be worried, he’s got our back.
All is wonderful and terrific, get ready for the sack.
Hocus pocus, we let the jester joke us.
He’s keeping it a family affair,
he needs all the kids there.
His business is going to prosper,
there’s nothing improper.
Don’t expect those tax returns,
it’s no ones business what he earns.
His towers and casinos, all his properties,
conflict of interest; just political legalese.
Hocus pocus, all the show and glitter; we lost our focus.
The bankers and business buddies stand in wait,
for favors and positions, they salivate.
His legions still stand in support,
no one’s jumping ship or ready to abort.
All he needs is a chance, we’ve got to give him that,
the art of the deal isn’t about being a diplomat.
Behind closed doors; wheeling and dealing,
the sky’s the limit, there’s no ceiling.
Hocus pocus, the mad man broke us!
he gave Putin the nod to hack,
with a wink, an all out attack.
Hand in hand with the Kremlin,
he’s their own little gremlin.
Hocus pocus, it’s bitter, going to choke us.
The rich will get their tax breaks,
the poor, they’ll eat cakes.
We’ll have war after war, bankrupt the country,
rob the treasury, we’ll be paying for a century.
There goes the deficit!
Forget about the planet, it’s about had it.
Hocus pocus, floundering and hopeless.
In these coming times of tribulation,
will go the health, the wealth of the nation.
Oh, Capitalism; what a beautiful thing.
when a man can become a king.
Hocus pocus, a mass hypnosis,
Democracy is dead;
all I see is red.