Marla, Marla

Tune: Irving Berlin's "Sisters"

Marla,
Marla,
Let's suppose you have supplanted Carla;
Though you're now the apple of The Donald's eye,
Someday, he'll leave you high and dry.

Willy-
Nilly,
You'll compete with filly after filly.
(As for competition, honey, here's a scoop:
It stiffens, once your headlights droop.)

There's no ignoring
This downright boring
But obdurate Fact of Life:
No coat of varnish
Can hide the tarnish
On last season's trophy wife.

Now, now—
Chin up!
Better you should go and do a pin-up;
Everything considered, dear, it might be just as well.
Lord knows, a bimbo
With Hef in Celebrity Limbo
Would outrank a bimbo
With Trump in Celebrity Hell!