This Fits Him to a T – Nate White & Don Caron

The lyrics for this song are based on an article about you-know-who, written by British journalist, Nate White. I pushed Nate’s prose around, added some words for rhyming purposes and did my best to turn it into a song lyric without intentionally damaging it. This is a parody of I’ll Never Find Another You by The Seekers. Executive Producers Don Caron and Jerry Pender

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LYRICS to “Fits Him to a T”

He has no class, no charm, no coolness,
No credibility, no compassion,
No wit, no warmth, no wisdom,
No subtlety, no sense of fashion

He’s forever trying to save face
Devoid of honor, devoid of grace

No sensitivity, no self-awareness, No humility, no sense of humor
Always laughable, but never funny With all the charm of a malignant tumor

Never laughs. Only crows and jeers.
Thinks it’s clever when he stokes the people’s fears.

Sure there’s stupid people
and nasty people, too
But stupid’s never been this nasty
Nor has nasty been this stupid.

He likes to talk in witless insults
Making them up is a goal of his
Petty bigotry and knee-jerk nasty
demonstrating that he lost that soul of his

He has turned his artlessness into a form of art
His flaws have flaws completely off the chart

He’s neither plucky nor an underdog
Quite the opposite of all that
A white-slug privileged Jabba boy
He’s a bully and he’s also fat

He lays his gross dysfunctions out for everyone to see.
And that is why this fits him to a “T”

Original Article by Nate White (full version)

Why does Trump constantly resort to name-calling and trying to bring others down below him?
The best description of Donald Trump was done by Nate White a British columnist:

“A few things spring to mind;

Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.

For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.

So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.

Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.

I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.

But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.

Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.

And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.

There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.

Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.

Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.

And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.

Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.

He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.

He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.

And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.

That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.

There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.

So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:

Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.

You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.

This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.

After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.

God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.

He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W. look smart.

In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.

And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:

‘My God… what… have… I… created?’

If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”

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