A Song for Obama

OBAMA'S FACE (with apologies to Spike Lee)

When Obama say we're all for hope and change
And not to love Obama seems so strange
It means there's no pipeline across the Bison Range
For Red State poverty just mustn't change!

When Obama says he's full of peace and love
And unlike Bush he's a very peaceful dove.
On Yemen and Libya there rained from above
A most explosive kind of peace and love!

Are we not Progressive folk?
Yes! We are progressive folk!
And this progress is no joke!
In self-righteousness we soak!
We are SUCH progressive folk!

When Dame Hill'ry says the Ikhwan is just fine
And those who criticize them are just swine,
For the age of Newspeak she doth sigh and pine
Because Obama is our Fuehrer fine!

When our spokesmen say the Arabs have a Spring,
And for the world it's just a peachy thing,
The Mainstream Media loves to clap and sing
Forgetting that the Copts now feel the sting!

When the papers say that you're a racist pig
'Cause you won't buy Obama's lousy gig,
Just remember, Wright's positions weren't so big
And for his ravings you mustn't care a fig!

For Obama to unite us is a breeze,
Just forget about Old Blago's graft and sleaze,
And that Obie wants to punish enemies
Of whom not one is overseas!


ANOTHER SONG FOR OBAMA--revised and updated, with no apologies to Horst Wessel or the rotten movement he represented.

With Fannies high, Obama's marching minions
Go prancing down America's main drag.
It's time to pack up all your un-PeeCee opinions,
Whether in speech, on airwaves, or in mag.
It's time to pack up all your un-PeeCee opinions,
Whether in speech, on airwaves, or in mag.

The media, subservient and ga-ga,
Care not that Geitner cheats the IRS.
Chicago pol's tale has become a sacred saga,
"Messiah's come!" They loudly doth profess.
Chicago pol's tale has become a sacred saga,
"Messiah's come!" They loudly doth profess.

His entourage is full of Maoists, Truthers,
Alinsky fans, and commies like Van Jones.
No Colbert dares to stand up as a comic spoofer--
Such things are now deeply forbidden zones.
No Colbert dares to stand up as a comic spoofer--
Such things are now deeply forbidden zones.

You're in the way if you're not with the program!
It's criminal to disagree, demurr--
No matter if his plans will bankrupt the whole country,
You must roll over, play dead, wag and purr!
No matter if his plans will bankrupt the whole country,
You must roll over, play dead, wag and purr!

Next thing, our youth will join in brown battalions
To sing and chant our fearless leader's name.
And prance along like well-trained gelded stallions,
To once-free people's deep and lasting shame.
And prance along like well-trained gelded stallions,
To once-free people's deep and lasting shame.

Our fearless leader--he would never fib ya'--
Has promised no more Middle Eastern fights,
Please don't remind us that he's bombed Yemen and Libya
To let Al-Qaida followers have rights.
Please don't remind us that he's bombed Yemen and Libya
To let Al-Qaida followers have rights.

With Fannies high, Obama's marching minions
Go prancing down America's main drag.
It's time to pack up all your un-PeeCee opinions,
Whether in speech, on airwaves, or in mag.
It's time to pack up all your un-PeeCee opinions,
Whether in speech, on airwaves, or in mag.