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Book: The Art of the Deal
Hymn 07 · Album II
Read the complete lyrics to “Deliver the Goods” by Josh Chakka from The Art of the Deal, a Hymns for Entrepreneurs album about Donald Trump. Listen to the song.
Part of the songbook
Deliver the Goods is one chapter in The Art of the Deal, a musical interpretation centered on Donald Trump.
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Book: The Art of the Deal
Lyric sheet
Original lyric sheet / Track 07
From the original lyric sheet for The Art of the Deal. Wording may differ slightly from the released recording.
[Verse 1] Heard the boardroom bravado, the blueprints sketched in air Promises like summer breezes, dissipating everywhere They talk a game of empires, dynasties they gonna build Then the budget starts to buckle, deadlines quietly get killed Seen it time and time again, the vision compromised for cost The masterpiece reduced to mediocre, potential truly lost Execution ain't just followin' the steps laid out precise It's the will to push past 'good enough,' to pay the damn full price For the Breccia Perniche marble, for the craftsman's skilled embrace Understandin' quality's the anchor holdin' time and space Fred's voice echo chamber strong: "Inspect the boiler, check the roof" Foundation's gotta be flawless, gotta show the livin' proof. [Chorus] Talk is vapor, watch it fade Deliver the Goods, let the concrete persuade [Verse 2] Guccione's ghost still haunts the boardwalk, ambition turned to rust Proved that vision without funding quickly turns to bitter dust City squandered years on Wollman, tangled in red tape and sloth Handed me the mess, delivered ice before the winter's moth Even fluttered, see the difference? It's the focus, drive, and speed Knowing when to push the contractor, plant the necessary seed... ...Of urgency, accountability, no room for slack or slide The Apprentice wasn't scripted, competence had nowhere hide Gotta sweat the small stuff fiercely, leaky faucet, squeaky door 'Cause neglect compounds like interest, rotten right down to the core This ain't glamour, this is graft, the relentless daily grind To turn the abstract into asset, leave the failures far behind. [Chorus] Talk is vapor, watch it fade Deliver the Goods, let the concrete persuade [Bridge] They can sell the dream forever, paint illusions rich and grand But the legacy that matters is the one you built by hand. Solid. Real. Delivered.
Lyrics © Josh Chakka.