Wilbur Ross - Tim Heidecker

Wilbur Ross puts his slippers on

Just like all of us

Five hundred dollars at a time

I don’t see what’s all the fuss

Wilbur’s for the working man

There ain’t no doubt about that

Didn’t you see him at the factory

Wearing his safety goggles and his yellow hard hat

I’m a working man

Working for my pension

Wilbur Ross has got our back

And I shouldn’t have to mention

He may look like a turtle

Or a weasel or a rat

But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna act like that

He’s gonna bring back the economy

To save my family

Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross

We raise a cold one to you

Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross

We thank you for all that you do

It’s the middle of the night

And my 5-year-old

She can’t breathe anymore

The air around here sucks

And there’s medicine, Wilbur

That we can’t afford

My sister’s on the needle

And we can’t get her out of bed

The wife and I are thinking of immigrating to China

Where if we work hard enough

Maybe we could get ahead

There ain’t much left for us here anymore

Just the fast food joints and the dollar store

Wilbur don’t care for the working poor

He hates us down to his rotten core

He’s a weasel, a devil, a liar and a rat

Just another one of Trump’s fat cats

He don’t give a shit about me

Or my family

Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross

May God damn you

Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross

May God damn you