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Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry, it's a witch-hunt
is Trump's plaintive cry.
Strange voices are saying
(What did they say)
Jack Smith indicted you today
Charges I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
This legal heat has got right out of hand
It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
Leaving me and my fat orange face here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer
Now that most of my lawyers are gone