When the wintry winds start blowing
And the snow is starting in to fall,
Eyes turn to the White House, knowing
On 1-20 we will run it all.

Oligarchists have been blue.
Voters used to say, “Screw you.”
Now, with Donald we’ll get going,
For we know that Trump will take our call.

Oligarchy, here we come!
Right back where we started from.
Just white men, the right men to run everything.
It’s funny how money makes Trump and the Congress sing.

Let’s stipulate: don’t regulate;
Tax breaks, we can hardly wait.
We’ll let Trump go copulate;
Oligarchy, here we come!

Oligarchy, here we come!
Democrats are feeling numb.
No scholars, just dollars, will run everything.
Feed Donald McDonald’s and he’ll feel like he’s the king.

From marketplace to up in space,
No regulations any place,
Now our hole card is an ace!
Oligarchy, here we come!

(1) May be sung to: California Here I Come, by Al Jolson, 1924. Two recordings of his are on the internet.