Can you see the wall, Fernando?

And though it keeps out those Norwegians and the lousy Finns

It’s to keep you out, Fernando

And those chocolate facey, Muslim types who fled the Middle East

We decided Trump was right and that your intake be decreased.

We don’t want you here, Fernando

Because you don’t drive Volvos or won’t try our pickled fish

There’s no room for you, Fernando

Cos you’re not young and blond and tall and look like Bjorn Borg

And, of course, that little matter when Trump said that you massacred the folk of Gothenborg

At last we Swedes have seen the light

That Trump was right, Fernando

And so we’re starting soon to build a wall that’s ten feet tall, Fernando

So “Bugger Off” to Norway too, and you Finns

You can stand and shout and swear and cuss – but Trump’s for us, Fernando

You can stand and shout and swear and cuss – but Trump’s for us, Fernando.