Pennsylvania slum

You think that we don't feel love 'cause we oppose your commie throat shove
In his angry eyes reflected a hurt scorned rejected

Man Child - hasn't got the nuts
Man Child - lives for eighteen putts
Man Child - making poverty
Man Child - it's all about me

He started his life - well no one really knows just where he started from
His father left and even though he married mom
He went away now just the same
And left him all alone with just that goofy name

This child that they're siring has some problems with his wiring
He'll only end up hating anything that he finds grating

Man Child - doesn't love the free
Man Child - scorns society
Man Child - never lets it rest
Man Child - immature at best

Mmm baby red diapers mmm baby red diapers

He started school with Stalin and Lenin as shining stars
He knew the way it felt to always be subpar to be without the simple joy
Of normal friends like any other normal boy

Don't think the country needs you - we don't live our lives to please you
A child belongs in a playpen - not in the White House garden

Man Child - never quite as good
Afraid ashamed misunderstood

Libs always love you - they'll always love you.....

Hat Tip Maksim

2.5 Stars!!!

Thank you Groucho - I'll try to be more equal next time - Chalupski.

Party Bosses intervened......

That is much better - all songs are equal. I can only hope to reach Milli Vanilli standards of tripe. I would strive harder for mediocrity but it's too much trouble.