Sometimes my ego gets the best of me
A boastful bandit not shy of gluttony
Marching down Michigan Ave
Thinking what can’t he have?
He’ll take the coat, the shoes, and the woman too
And even then, all that is too few
He asks Saks Fifth, if you’ll be mine
And in John Hancock he dines
My ego pities you, you’re so far from great
Only his time matters so he’s never late
Now I know what you’re thinking
Talking of my ego won’t cause any shrinking
But who doesn’t love a little ego stroke?
Whether it’s the businessman or the woke
Whether it’s the nerd or the athlete
That little brain of theirs loves a word treat
So let’s not pretend to be saints
And let the ego run wild from its restraints
Surely, nothing wrong will happen
Don’t forget it’s nothing my ego can’t mend
Now he’s happily skipping across Jackson Boulevard
Thinking how life isn’t all that hard
If it glitters by him, it’s definitely gold
So when he solicits you, you should be sold
What does my ego know about being president?
Everything, that’s why he’s the White House’s new resident
