Barack ain't a natural anything
He's complete contrivance
He's nothing but image and shine
He's from the Chicago machine
And he ain't no pal of mine
All he is is public speaking
No substance only tone
He is the road to nowhere
But he's not at all alone
All the queers out screaming
They'd be Barry Boy's friends
That guy stomping on the cross
That would be what they intend
Lock stock and barrel
They want it all for free
They want all the power
And without any accountability
Obama wants to shut down Quantanamo
And bring all the terrorists here
He wants to give them all a civil trial
And for everybody to chill and have a beer
The new standard is about bein cool
National Security is easier to understand
If the only thing it takes to be safe
Is to run around shaking everybody's hand
Pizza will show up special delivery
Fist bumps are goin prime time
He may be somebody's hnic
But he ain't never ever never
Gonna be mine
Neils
8:19 pm
11/17/2008
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9:22 pm
11/17/2008
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