Tibs lights are on, but he's not home
His mind is not his own
His heart sweats, his body shakes
Another twit is what it takes
He can't sleep, he can't eat
There's no doubt, he's in deep
Hisr throat is tight, he can't breathe
Another twit is all he needs
Whoa, he likes to think that he's immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say he can't get enough
You know he's gonna have to face it, he's addicted to Trump....