He's a real nowhere man, Byron Donalds, has no plan Sitting in his chair, talkin' big ideas..but leads to nothing Riding on his wave of fame, played up the Trump "MAG-GA" game That was his only plan Loved Donald Trump, until he was ashamed In the sunshine state, he just plays silly games Doesn't fess up cause he is ashamed of his true past

Nowhere man, don't worry Byron Donalds, you must hurry, you're losing ground While Trump's leaving town, and you're left holding his bags So why have you taken down all the MAG-GA Trump tags What have you done? You're just a flash in the pan Telling all the folks in Florida that you've got a plan When we know damn well that you don’t understand So We Worry

[Verse 2] You had Florida folks a-cheerin', waving their hands all around, But when you look close, there’s no more sound, Just MAG-GA clowns with their frowns, Speakin' for the people you say, but why are they feelin’ so blue, Your promises made so easy, but your action's are few.

Nowhere man, don't worry Byron Donalds, you must hurry, you're losing ground While Trump's leaving town, and you're left holding his bags So why have you taken down all the MAG-GA Trump tags What have you done? You're just a flash in the pan Telling all the folks in Florida that you've got a plan When we know damn well that you don’t understand So We Worry.

Oh Byron Donalds, where'd you go wrong You took the path of least resistance, became MAG-GA, to just tag along While te state tried to keep turnin', you took us for granted too, for goodness sake You're now makin' the state turn BLUE You've put Florida's on a runaway train, now a trip that's too damn insane You're a bad mama--jamma for all of Florida now You're a No Where man, and we worry somehow

From useless bills to the beaches, what have you truly achieved In the halls of Congress, it’s hard to believe--NOTHING That's cause YOU deceived For the people’s trust, you surely must earn But all we got from you was bad lessons we've learned No Where man

Nowhere man, don't worry Byron Donalds, you must hurry, you're losing ground While Trump's leaving town, and you're left holding his bags So why have you taken down all the MAG-GA Trump tags What have you done? You're just a flash in the pan, Telling all the folks in Florida that you've got a plan When we know damn well that you don’t understand So We Worry

So here’s to you Byron Donalds, the real NO WHERE MAN, who shines like white beach sand With a wave and a smile through your criminal teeth, never leading anyone a helping hand Byron Donalds, what a curious sight, sitting in your kitchen talkin' bout how hard you had it But your simply a nowhere man in a lost political fight