Donny the Kid
To the tune of The Ballad of Billy the Kid by Billy Joel
From the seaside resort of Mar-A-Lago
Rode a dunce with a mushroom in his pants
And his glaring lack of class, made him the perfect horse’s ass
East and west of flyover land
Well he started with a million dollar handout
From his Daddy, a slumlord of ill fame
And his glamour and glitz, were as phony as his wits
And word spread, of Donny the kid
Well he never had the money, every thing was out on loan
And he had a gift of never taking blame
And the deals he made were sweetheart
‘Til the bank possessed your home
And the lawsuits piled up, and ruined your name
Well he lied his way out of paying his contractors
And the largest debts could never bring him down
It became a living hell, for anyone who dare to tell
About how Donny the Kid had let them down
Well now it seems the end is near for Donny
And the panic it has finally settled in
Now his crimes, those of his kin
The indictments pouring in
Could this be the end of, Donny the Kid
Well he always played the heavy
And he bilked on every loan
And he soon went to the Russians for his cash
When he couldn’t make his payments
He put all of us on loan
And just like his steaks, we’ll end up in the trash
Comes a man, once an FBI director
With a slew of subpoenas in his hands
And the glaring light of truth
Makes for the end of Don Wilkes Booth
All of it, done by his own hand