Honey last night I met this guy named Trump and I’m gonna do a little favor for him, OK? He is doing a victory dance with the donor class today in New York City, but I know he cares a whole lot about us forgotten men and women here in Atlantic City. I know my Trump will come down to Atlantic City tonight, after he fixes up his hair real pretty. I know they lie when they say he has debts no honest man can pay. I know the gamblin’ commission (head man in charge Mitch McConnell down in the Swampland) is holdin’ on by the skin of its teeth, but I know Trump will never leave us on the wrong side of the line (he’s so fine, do-lang, do-lang…).