Allan, here’s a little trumpooned accompaniment to fit this morning’s theme: Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac!
Trump verse:
If I could turn the page
My face I would rearrange
And I’d fool you too
Close your, close your, close your eyes
But I‘d have to find a way
And not say the things I say
None believe it’s true
Tell them, tell them, tell them lies

The chorus responds:
You tell lies
You tell big ugly lies
(Tell us, tell us, tell us lies)
Change your face, but you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no you can’t disguise)
You tell lies
You tell big ugly lies