Lyrics

I am an orange man from Long Island
Raised on Italian and Chinese
And if you ask me DC, lacks in both of these cuisines
So I’ve come to San Francisco, not for football obviously
And I’m a person of the fork
When I sit down to eat
The kids today like this red hot sauce
What a bunch of lame sissies
Give me the stuff
That clears up all my spring allergies
And I’m still not talking about football
I don’t give a shit who wins
Only with this bald orange guy
It’s information for life