What do you say to your father, Eric and Don?
That all depends if the tape recorder’s on.
If it’s rolling, then it’s, Happy Father’s Day!
If it’s not, then, What’d Putin send your way?
We’re both hoping it’s a big red tie.
Or a manual on how to lie.
Maybe secret codes? Who knows what that bodes?
Maybe he’ll give Star Force half the sky.
He said for your next inauguration
he’ll send you that tape of urination.
With that safe from every fake news station,
you can take a four-year-long vacation.
Move the white house down to Mar a Lago.
where our brothers Brutus and Iago
can finally leave their cage.
They’ve almost come of age.
We’ll form a new Capone gang like Chicago.
And then, at last, you can date your own daughter.
In Florida, there’s weird things in the water.
If Vlad just plays his cards,
you two can become pards:
the Red and Orange Travel Troop of Slaughter!
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.
