Greenland, Greenland by John Dillon

A song about Donald Trump's fantasy to buy Greenland.

Lyrics:

Andrew Johnson bought Alaska from the Russian Czar
They did celebrate with champagne and caviar
Louisiana Purchase made by Thomas Jefferson
How will I be remembered when all is said and done?

So I hatched a plan to buy some land up near the northern pole
What a steal, way up there, where no one wants to go
When global warming takes it’s toll, oceans on the rise
When Mar-a-Lago’s drowning, we’ll need some high and dry

Greenland, Greenland, what I’m dreaming of
Greenland, Greenland, what’s not to love?
I’m looking for a way for me to go down in history
That icy island paradise might be my legacy

When all the snow and ice melts we’ll profit from the change
Country clubs with pools and spas, a first class driving range
We’ll scrape the rocks, make new fields and cultivate the soil
Mine the rare earth minerals, suck out all the oil

Greenland, Greenland, what I’m dreaming of
Greenland, Greenland, what’s not to love?
I’m looking for a way for me to go down in history
That icy island paradise might be my legacy

So I told my staff to check it out, find out how and when
Reach out to Denmark’s leader, Mette Frederiksen
She said it’s not for sale, the idea was absurd
Would have been an awesome deal if only she’d concurred

She wouldn’t even talk about it… oh how depressin’
So I cancelled my visit just to teach her a lesson

Greenland, Greenland, I was dreaming of
Greenland, Greenland, what’s not to love?
I thought I'd find a way for me to go down in history
That icy island paradise… I guess it’s not to be

©2019 John Dillon