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With apologies to The Playmates.

While riding in my Republic, what, to my surprise.
A little Snatch Grabber was following me, about one-third my size.
The guy must have wanted to feel me up
As he kept on tweeting his horn. Tweet, tweet!
I'll show him that a Republic is not a state to scorn.

Refrain:
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Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet)
The Trump goes tweet, tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)

I pushed my vote to the primary to give this guy the curb,
But the little Snatch Grabber stayed behind; his caucus was superb.
He must have thought he had more time
As he kept on tweeting his horn. Tweet, tweet!
I'll show him that a Republic is not a state to scorn.

Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)
Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet)
The Trump goes tweet, tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)

My polls went up to 70%. I took off in disgust.
And soon I was past polling. The Trump left in the dust.
When I peaked in the basket of deplorables,
I couldn't believe my eyes.
The little Snatch Grabber was right behind, you'd think that guy could fly.

Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)
Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet)
The Trump goes tweet, tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)

Now we're up to two seventy, it certainly was a race.
For a Snatcher to pass a Republic would be a big disgrace.
For the guy who wanted to pass me,
He kept on tweeting his horn. Tweet! Tweet!
I'll show him that a Republic is not a state to scorn.

Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)
Tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet)
The Trump goes tweet, tweet, tweet. (Tweet, tweet.)

Now we're up to November eighth, as fast as I could go.
The Grabber pulled alongside me as if I were too slow.
The fellow rolled his window down and yelled for me to hear,
Hey, Hillary, how can I get this campaign out of my career?

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