Donny hails from New York City
eight million souls but not much pity
its dog eat dog eat dog eat meat
in flashy towers built indiscrete
Donny bought some real estate
and told the world “ain’t it great!
My name in gold for all to see”
until its time for bankruptcy
Donny is not much a thinker
selling hook, selling line, selling sinker
for underneath that hairy nest
is a sparrow fart, thats overdressed
Backstage, Donny cried “oh lawd!
All these models just ask to be pawed.
Let go honey,” as he headed downstairs
grabbing her by some very short hairs
Donny says “just wait and see
you’ll soon tire of victory”
an argument that can’t be won
since it started with a losing one
Donny leers and picks a fight
at each imaginary slight
to hear him talk he has no friends
but the means to his own ends