Lyin' Like Trump

In the land of maple, where the rivers flow,

Pierre Poilievre talkin’, puttin’ on a show.

Just like Trump, he can't stop the spin,

Promisin' the world while the troubles begin.

Sippin’ on his coffee, he’s raisin’ the stakes,

But we know the truth, he’s only makin’ mistakes.

With a grin on his face, he gives us the pitch,

But deep down we wonder, is he just a switch?

Lyin' like Trump, callin’ out the blame,

Pierre in the spotlight, playin’ the same game.

Stackin’ up stories, but the truth’s in the dust,

We hear the lies, but we ain’t gonna trust.

He’s pointin’ his finger, castin’ doubts around,

But the folks back home, yeah, they’re holdin’ their ground.

Promises rain down like a July storm,

But livin’ in the shadow, we search for the norm.

Farmers in the field, our futures unclear,

While Pierre’s tweetin’ lies, the message ain't sincere.

Through the ups and the downs, we gotta stay strong,

But it’s hard to believe when the stories go wrong.

Lyin' like Trump, callin’ out the blame,

Pierre in the spotlight, playin’ the same game.

Stackin’ up stories, but the truth’s in the dust,

We hear the lies, but we ain’t gonna trust.

Just like a coyote, he howls at the moon,

But the lies that he spreads are a harmful tune.

He’s dance around issues, can’t take a stand,

While we’re out here workin’, tryin’ to understand.

Politicians may bicker, but we’ll rise above,

With the heart of a Canadian, we’ll fight for our love.

So let’s gather the truth, let’s shine the light,

In the days of the dark, we’ll stand up and fight.

Pierre can keep talkin’, but we know the score,

With honesty and strength, we’ll always want more.

From the city to hills, we’ll share our refrain,

A nation united, breakin’ free from the chain.

Lyin' like Trump, callin’ out the blame,

Pierre in the spotlight, playin’ the same game.

Stackin’ up stories, but the truth’s in the dust,

We hear the lies, but we ain’t gonna trust.

So hoot and holler, lift your voice high,

Together as one, we won’t let it die.

Pierre, be careful, your tales might just crumble,

In the heart of Canada, we’ll never just stumble.