You Can’t Argue That
Sung to the tune of Year of the Cat by Al Stewart

Like a sheriff from an old B movie
In a country where they’re tired of crime
He goes strolling through the crowd like Han and Chewie
‘Cause he knows it’s his time
He comes out of the sun with his blonde tress running
He’s the billion dollar chronic pain
And if you don’t like his explanations
He’ll point out that you’re insane
And you can’t argue that!

The others all avoid hard questions
And the issues they try to blur
While you listen there’s a sense of misdirection
That’s ringing in your ears

In the hallowed halls where the Congress stalls
There’s a coming war he’ll fight for you
These days, he says, "You’ll love my wife -
She’ll make a great First Lady too!"
You can’t argue that!

While he looks at you so coolly
And his hair shines like a wave in the sea
He hates the nonsense he does truly
He’s no faker, he says what’s feeling inside
You can’t argue that!

The warnings come and you consider
What the press and reporters lay on
But you know you’ve made your choice, and picked your ticket
And you let him stay on

With his lion’s mane he’s your Charlemagne
In the polls he starts to pull away
You know you’ve just become a true believer
And you’ll let him lead the way
And you can’t argue that!