Born in Brooklyn in '53, good at math, a piano player
Ordinary boomer but with a hidden layer
A student looking for an easy opportunity
Dropped out of Uni, dropped out with impunity
He was already dreaming up
The Lolita Express
He's a private school teacher
Making connections and bangin' freshman
Then moves up to trades and hedge-fund cash injection
Leaves Wall Street behind to manage the cash
Of secretive clients with secretive stash
And he had some big new plans for
The Lolita Express
Was he a foreign agent? No one fuckin' knows
But he had access enough to burn everybodies toes
Was he some sort of James Bond? Or an escapist
America's hero was another sick rapist
And he was now famous for his
The Lolita Express
Mingle with moguls, Paris apartments and cars
Money erupted from his strings like guitars
His dark reputation for sin and excess
Didn't bother the wealthy or the domestic press
And it was full steam ahead now for
The Lolita Express
This is where things get really mysterious
The guy was a creep and a cunning sadist
But somehow had money, and that made him tight
and an entire island with no cops in sight
Now selling, seats on
The Lolita Express
Accused by his victims of hideous crime
A deal with Acosta sidestepped hard time
This is America, you can get away with anything
If you're handsome and dashing and lusty and lean
It was a sweetheart deal to keep his mouth shut
And Trump was terrified of what might come out
See, he and Trump were both seen onboard
that fuckin' Lolita Express
Convicted, then cushioned with a wink and a nod
His crimes grew in the public eye, run rough shod
Arrested again but would not stand trial
Died in his cell and I think we all know how
And was his last thought about
The Lolita Express?
Arrested, imprisoned, the world’s eyes shut wide
But death came choking on the Lower East Side
In a jail cell he cried, the truth still debated
Justice delayed is justice frustrated
And there's no justice at all for
The Lolita Express
But what about Trump?
Yes, well, well
What about Trump?