Panic in the Harris Walz House - Trump Edition

In the spirit of the upcoming Oktoberfest season, find a lady in a Dirndl dress, or a man in lederhosen and hook your arms together while you sway side to side to the tempo of the song, then share a laugh with your favorite beverage, which for me is the moonshine I make called John Ellis Water. This melody recorded back in 1956, is an old song that many of us have heard including Donald, where he would have likely sang the lyrics with his family after hearing the voice of Doris Day. Now many can relive that memory, but hopefully with a laugh and then a smile. Attached are the lyrics below. Enjoy!

Elon loves cheesy humor,
as he said in the Trump interview
DDOS attacks, they did not last,
nor did it stop the cast…
Gavin new scum, what ever will be, he’ll be
The future’s not his to see, Que sera sera, what he'll be, he'll be

As the panic sets in the house,
Harris and Walz are in the spotlight
She can’t talk straight, nor walk a line,
make sure she walks the plank
Off to Gitmo, where she is an anchor baby
Where lots of skanks belong, que sera sera, what she'll be, she'll be

Word salads make little sense,
nor do tampons, in boys bathrooms
She thinks she’s Enki, with the big pinky,
we know that she'll not last
Out at Gitmo, escaping will be the prank, cause there will be no way out
She is still a skank, what she'll be, she'll be

Instrumental verse

Lisp’s are the talk of telegram,
as the endorsements means lots to Trump
P.E.A.D.'s in the white house,
will cause the skank to joust
With the big Mike,
in a rebranded blue gulfstream,
the popcorn is nice and hot
Que sera sera, what will be they'll be,
Que sera sera