Allan, a little TrumPooning of “Hair” (from the musical) may help Vicki understand Trump’s affair with his hair:

She asks me why I’m just a hairy guy.
It’s kinky noon and night. Hair that’s a fright.
What’s hairy high was low.
Why move it north?
You know.
Was ready for transplants.
Don’t need hair in my pants.


Give me a head with Hair.
Long beautiful Hair.
Some back, ass crack, ball sac, geezers, tweezers

Give me length of tie, Hair.
Shoulder length won’t do, Hair.
Hair haven, there shaven.
Ivanka’s bad boy Daddy Hair.

Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair.

Show it.
Mow it.
Fooled bald genes, transplant from jeans, Hair.

++ To be continued ++

Songwriters of the original Hair are MAC DERMOT, GALT/RADO, JAMES/RAGNI, GEROME. Published by Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.

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