Oh Greenland

Yo, check the globe. Everything’s got a price, right? From the skyscrapers to the icebergs... Gold letters on the permafrost. Let's go.

He’s got the Sharpie out, circling the North Pole Looking for a bargain to fill a cosmic hole "Denmark’s losing money, yeah, they’re in a bind" He’s got a real estate fever in his golden mind It’s not a country, it’s a fixer-upper plot He wants the minerals, he wants the whole lot Strategic location for a brand new tower Frozen sovereignty purchased by the hour.

Oh Greenland, vast and white Not a chip in a gamble in the dead of night The ice doesn't recognize your name or your greed A kingdom of frost is all you’ll ever see You can't buy the wind, you can't buy the sea.

The Prime Minister said "No," called it "absurd" He threw a tantrum, the loudest ever heard Canceled the state visit, stayed home in a huff "How dare they act like my money ain't enough!" Then he tweets a picture, a golden skyscraper Pitched on a glacier, thin as tissue paper Forget the melting caps, forget the rising tide He just wants a lobby that’s fifty stories wide.

"It’s a large real estate deal. A lot of things can be done. It’s essentially a large island... I mean, it would save Denmark a lot of money." (Record scratch, beat returns with intensity)

Oh Greenland, vast and white Not a chip in a gamble in the dead of night The ice doesn't recognize your name or your greed A kingdom of frost is all you’ll ever see You can't buy the wind, you can't buy the sea.

The deal is dead. The ice remains. Keep your checkbook, Donald. The North remembers...