That’s Faye Wray, heading right this way on a giant monkey sleigh. Looks like a thriller.
The Wu Tang Clan swoop right down on Rodan, and right there by their side is Barney MIller.
And here comes Jerry Lee, that cajun killer bee. It seems he’s put a saddle on Godzilla.
They’ve all joined their forces, and saddled up their horses, then put them on a boat to take Manilla.
Perhaps they’re all cranked up on dope.
They think they’ll find an envelope which may just knock the world off of its axis.
And if the good prevail and don’t get thrown in jail, it contains the holy grail: Trump’s taxes.
Super heroes, don your capes, enough of this sour grapes!
Put on your suit, Kim Jong Un. Rise up from the Black Lagoon.
Wolf Man Letterman arise in your CPA disguise.
It is time now, Bob DeNiro, to be off-screen super hero.
Bernie Sanders, commie jew, storm Internal Revenue.
Get those numbers on this chump. Quasimodo, use your hump.
Nick and Asta, call the wife. He’s been cheating all his life.
Mothra, rise to this occasion. Beat your wings for tax evasion.
Trump, your passport: better stamp it. On your heels comes old Jed Clampett.
Perry Mason, Matlock, too: this may all come down to you.
Once the numbers are in place, Trump will claim a state of grace.
But the numbers do not lie, it’s cited. Odds say forty-five will be indicted.
Ignore all his razzmatazz. Drop him off at Alcatraz. He can’t swim. so don’t get all excited.
