AI wanted no part of this, perhaps learning from my earlier submissions; too political.

So, yes, it's mine, all mine, yes it is.

Imagine this sung in a Slovenian accent.

Jack smith and Fani proved too much for the orange man
(Too much for the orange man)
(He couldn't fake it)

So, soon he's leaving the life he's come to know, at Mar a Lago, oh
He said he wants to go back to find
(Go back to find)
What's left of his pre-indictment world
The world he left behind
Not so long ago, in Mar a lago

Now, instead, e'hs leaving (leaving)
On that midnight plane to Georgia (leaving on a midnight plane)
Hmm, yeah, to be arraigned

Said he wishes he could go back (go back to find)
To a simpler place and time (and when he takes that flight)
Oh yes, he is (guess who's gonna sit right by his side)

Lawyer, yes lawyers, will be with him (I know they will
On that midnight plane to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight plane to Georgia)

I'm glad I don't live in his world much anymore (live in his world, holy shit in his world)
Happy, happy I say, to live without him in mine (world, world, world of shit for him but not for me)
(It's his, his and his alone)

He kept believing
(Believing)
Oh, that someday he'd be president, again
(Oh yes, again, but he won't get far)

But he sure f'kd around, yes he did, and found out the hard way
That dreams don't always come true (dreams and schemes don't always come true)
Oh no (uh-uh, no, uh-uh)

So Jack and Fani are hanging his ass out to dry
They are, yes they are

And now there's no way back
To the life that he once knew
to the freedom he will soon forego
Oh no, oh no, no way back
Too Mar a Lago