"Hheerree'ss Mikie!"

The terrible transformation!

Verse:

Something happens to me when I turn on the T.V.,

and what's the first thing my disbelieving eyes see?

Yet-another gag-inducing projectile--err--profile

of whatever is the latest idiotic Trump-speak, so I dial

 

Pre-Chorus:

up, or down--it matters not.

It's everywhere, and it's all rot!

 

Verse:

I don't need a full moon to make the change,

it's like taking a cannon blast--at close range,

right in the face, and let the transformation begin.

I'll begin ranting and raving like I took it on the chin!

 

Pre-Chorus:

I'll attack you, no warnings, no sir!

I'll verbally knock out your teeth, at one smack per!

 

Chorus:

 

I'll give 'em the axe--"Hheerree'ss Mikie!"

I'm a stark-raving lunatic, yes, that's me.

Yes, it'll be like 'Night of the Living Dead',

once I hear that damn NY voice inside my head!

 

Verse:

All is calm now, because the T.V. is off,

but one I hear his latest moronics, my anger's aloft,

soaring to heights no one can imagine.

Look out, it could be your head I bludgeon!

 

Repeat 2nd Pre-Chorus:

 

Repeat Chorus:

 

End