Oh Obama
Oooooh! Obama! Hear the praise of media as it sings
Though we thought you’d gone
You’ve lingered on
In the Swamp still pulling on the strings
Oooooh! Obama You were blest with politics your game
Your success complete
It sure smells sweet
And the wealth comes right behind the fame
Oooooh! Obama every night you sit and count your dough
No more income sparse
You scratch your head (sic)
Planning to make more and make it grow
You say to race prejudice: Fye!
But without it would you reach so high
And when we saaaaaaaay!
You’re woke in every waaaay!
It surely means that you’re doing well now Obama
B Obama, Okay B O B A M A
Go Obama!
[To be sung to the tune of OKLAHOMA! From the musical: OKLAHOMA!]
22 March 2022
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2022
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