Chorus:
Oh Lord, why should I act humble
When I’m perfect in every way?
My spoken words are a jumble,
But MAGAts all get what I say.
If you don’t love me, then fear me.
Submission is what I demand.
Oh Me, why try to act humble?
I’m perfect, you must understand.

Verse:
You all know I’ve had lots of ladies,
In fact, they line up to compete.
And, now, as I enter my eighties,
They still throw themselves at my feet.
I know I could find lots of others,
For I know they’re in awe of me.
I pity all my lesser brothers,
For they are outclassed, you’ll agree.

Chorus:
Oh Lord, why should I act humble,….

Verse:
I do not need friends; I’m a loner,
The master of all I survey.
And every time I get a boner,
Nobody dares stand in my way.
The ladies line up and say, “Take me,”
While those behind me kiss my ass.
And women will never forsake me,
There is no one else in my class.

Chorus:

Verse:
Demanding abject veneration,
You may think of me as your king.
To rule over each generation,
From my office covered in bling.
So, treat me just like I am royal
A conqueror who can’t be beat.
Demanding that everyone’s loyal,
(But loyalty’s a one-way street.)

Chorus:

Verse:
My critics say I’m narcissistic
That my head has grown way too large.
While others charge I am fascistic,
Since I demand to be in charge.
I’ll tell you, all this criticism
Like water, rolls off a duck’s back,
Accusing me of narcissism,
To my ego, doesn’t mean jack.

Chorus:

(1)Sing to the tune of: “O, Lord, it’s hard to be humble,” by Mac Davis,
1974.