This dude the MAGA-hat

His life’s an epic fail

He buys his Sunday best

At a January white sale

He don’t look like James Dean

He ain’t no youthful Brando

He’ll watch Deliverance (oh baby)

And then he’ll play his banjo

I’m ... gonna walk around town ...

I’m gonna fling all my roses at the sky

I’m gonna tell ya that I got a whole lotta love

I’m gonna spend my day chasin’ butterflies

I’m gonna walk around town

I'm jumpin' like a jock

I dress up nice for Easter

I vote for congressmen

Who sit there on their keester

Every time I go to sleep

I’m lookin’ long I’m dreamin’ deep

I can see with eyes shut tight

Though it’s the middle of the night

I’m gonna walk around town

I’m goin’ shoppin’ in all them fancy stores

Let me tell ya that

I’ve got a fever like spring

I’ve got a temperature of one hundred four

I’m gonna walk around town

(See all the folks)

I’m gonna walk around town

(And tell naughty jokes)