Lyrics Wilbur Ross - Tim Heidecker

Wilbur Ross

Wilbur Ross puts his slippers on
Just like all of us
Five hundred dollars at a time
I don’t see what’s all the fuss
Wilbur’s for the working man
There ain’t no doubt about that
Didn’t you see him at the factory
Wearing his safety goggles and his yellow hard hat
I’m a working man
Working for my pension
Wilbur Ross has got our back
And I shouldn’t have to mention
He may look like a turtle
Or a weasel or a rat
But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna act like that
He’s gonna bring back the economy
To save my family
Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross
We raise a cold one to you
Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross
We thank you for all that you do
It’s the middle of the night
And my 5-year-old
She can’t breathe anymore
The air around here sucks
And there’s medicine, Wilbur
That we can’t afford
My sister’s on the needle
And we can’t get her out of bed
The wife and I are thinking of immigrating to China
Where if we work hard enough
Maybe we could get ahead
There ain’t much left for us here anymore
Just the fast food joints and the dollar store
Wilbur don’t care for the working poor
He hates us down to his rotten core
He’s a weasel, a devil, a liar and a rat
Just another one of Trump’s fat cats
He don’t give a shit about me
Or my family
Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross
May God damn you
Wilbur Ross, Wilbur Ross
May God damn you