There's Obama who's sure he wants all your gold
And he's driving on fairway eleven.
When he hit there he knows, all the holes will be close
With his word he can make laws to order.
Ooh, ooh, and he's driving on fairway eleven.

There's some words on the prompt but he isn't sure
'Cause know sometimes his words mispronounces
In Chicago there's crooks, and Rezko won't sing,
Sometimes rewards are presidential pardons.
Ooh, he's such a blunder,
Ooh, he's such a blunder.

There's a feeling I get when I hear Allen West,
And my spirit is crying for leaders.
In my thoughts I have seen those who will stand for the free
And the voices of those who will follow.
Ooh, he makes me hunger,
Ooh, he really makes me hunger.

And it's whispered that soon if they follow his tune
That Obama will lead them to treason.
Hope and Change will dawn for those who vote oft
And the pollsters will echo with laughter.
Ooh, he makes them dumber.

If there's a bustle on Michelle's butt, you wouldn't know it
It's spring fashions for White House Queen.
Yes, there are two plates you can eat at, but in the short run
Michelle will tell you what you can eat
And she makes me hungry.

The press is spinning and it won't stop, in case you don't know,
Obama's calling you to join him,
First Lady, can you hear hot air blow, and did you know
Your Husband lies on each word spoken.

And as he spends us down a hole
Where he's stopping we don't know.
There walks Obama like a show
Who's in spot lights and wants to glow
How he still wants all your gold.
And if you listen very hard
His plan will come to you at last.
Take all from one and give to all
To be in hock and print more dough.

And he's driving on fairway eleven.