With apologies to no one, but I borrowed the tune from The Plain White Tees.
Hey There Obama
hey there Obama
what’s it like there in that bubble
yeah, I hate to spoil the party
but here on main street
we’re in trouble
yes it’s true
not that it matters much to you
what else is new
hey there Obama
sorry wisdom from a cynic
I’m still here with no insurance
and two hours from a clinic
save your spin
you’ve got an ear that’s made of tin
that’s not a win
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
what’d you do for me
hey there Obama
you know times are getting hard
but just believe me, man
that tax cuts create jobs is a canard
but..way to go
your corporate buddies love you so
I think you know
hey there Obama
I’ve got more advice to give
if ever one word that I wrote you
would only hit you where you live
I’d write some more
instead of showing you the door
you’re such a bore
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
you don’t care what our problems are
we’ve lost our homes, our jobs, our cars
a farce of the audacity of hope
and you can take that “yes we can”
and stuff it-hey, just fuck you, man.
here, take this empty “donate” envelope
Obama your words don’t ring true
I have had enough of you
our world will never ever be the same
and you’re to blame
hey there Obama
you’ll be fine and you won’t miss me
that the other guys are worse inspires
your campaign will make more history like ya do
no one fires up the base like you
too bad it’s nothing good or true
hey there Obama here’s to you
this one’s for you
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
oh but what’d you do for me
what’d you do for me
Crossposted at The Free Speech Zone
Sing along!
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