You’re Not Supposed to Laugh at the King
Truth became “bias,” facts turned to sin —‘Cause you’re not supposed to laugh at the king.
[Verse 1]
There’s a man with a crown made of spray-on gold,
Throwing tantrums in tweets, acting five years old.
He bought the news, then broke the mic,
Cashed a check from CBS, killed the late-night.
They took Colbert off the air,
And put a "monitor" in the chair.
Truth became “bias,” facts turned to sin —
‘Cause you’re not supposed to laugh at the king.
[Chorus]
🎶 You’re not supposed to laugh at the king,
Even when he does the most ridiculous things.
He’s got the power, the bribes, the sting,
And he’s terrified of a cartoon’s swing.
If you joke, if you mock, if you dare to sing —
They’ll shut you down for laughing at the king. 🎶
[Verse 2]
He cried foul at South Park — yes, really, that show,
The one with fart jokes and kids made of snow.
Filed a statement, all full of spite,
As if Cartman stole his birthright.
And while he whined about comedy,
He censored truth on live TV.
The FCC became his sword,
To cut down any press discord.
[Bridge] (Spoken Word Over Instrumental)
Can you name another president
Who declared war on a cartoon?
Who raged at satire
While raking in millions from a media merger he extorted?
This isn't politics.
It’s a punchline with nuclear codes.
[Chorus]
🎶 You’re not supposed to laugh at the king,
Even when he’s scared of what comedians bring.
He’ll ban the punchlines, break the string,
Rewrite the script, then pull the swing.
If you grin, if you clap, if you dare to sing —
Get ready to pay for mocking the king. 🎶
[Verse 3]
Now the watchdogs wear muzzles tight,
And satire’s labeled a “radical fight.”
The networks kneel, the anchors spin,
As they polish the throne of the fake-tanned king.
But we remember what truth can do —
A well-aimed joke cuts straight through.
So keep the laughter, sharpen your pen,
We'll need them both before this ends.
[Final Chorus]
🎶 You’re not supposed to laugh at the king,
But laugh we must — it’s a freedom thing.
Raise your voice, let the laughter ring,
Let every joke be a bell we swing.
They can censor the truth, but joy has wings —
And tyrants fall when the people sing. 🎶