If I'm Trump, will you be my Venezuela?

[Verse 1]

If I'm Trump, will you be my Venezuela?

We'll tango on a llama in a 2026 Tata Sierra,


Eating soup with chopsticks made of mozzarella,

Screaming at the moon, 'iAy caramba, let's party at Narela!'

[Chorus]

Banana phones are ringing in White House halls,

MAGA Haris are belly-dancing against the Lincoln walls,

If love's a circus, then I'm the trapeze,

You're the Russian oil spilt all over my kameez!

[Verse 2]

We'll build a castle out of strategic autonomy,

Invite the ghosts of disco for a vasectomy,

I'll serenade you with a Mohammad Rafi song,

While Europe reckons what's right and who's Wong.

[Bridge]

Oh, the world's a salad tossed by Brahma,

With ICE agents running amok in Hummers,

If I'm the chaos, you're the parade,

Marching backwards in achhe din retrograde.

[Outro]

So, if I'm Trump, will you be my Venezuela?

We'll ride a Tesla through the Himalaya,

Absurd forever, nonsense divine,

Your world is stupid, but darling, so is mine.