Let's call it, "Trump's Song." Give it a listen, and see if you don't agree.
"If I could get the fat to hatin' the lean, that'd tickle me more'n anything I've seen. Then I'd get colors to fightin' one another, friend against friend and sister agin brother. That'll be it, the stripeds against the polky-dots! That'll be just it, everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine and teeth fallin' out all up and down the sidewalk. That'll just suit me."