Obama's man came down to the white house
He was leading us from behind
I looked across and there I saw Bergdahl
Who went and joined the other side
His jihad dad was near his shoulder
This bearded father jihadi
From where I stood I saw he was lyin'
And through his words I heard him say

Bergdahl, isn't a hero, He was a fool with his life
Bergdahl, isn't a hero, You cost six brave men their lives
As he started to go he said, "Hates, America so."
Bergdahl, isn't a hero, He's dead to me.

The platoon went searching the hillsides
The jihadis were all around
The sergeant said, We've got to zip our lips
Got to protect this piece of sh*t
He's a deserter turned on us
He cost us all some extra men
And Bergdahl's hand was shown in a moment
We all heard all the words he said.

Bergdahl, isn't a hero, He was a fool with his life
Bergdahl, isn't a hero, You cost six brave men their lives
As he started to go, said, "Hates America so."
Bergdahl, isn't a hero, He's dead to me.

His jihadi dad read a blessing
That praised Allah's blessed jihad way
Susan Rice said that he was a hero
They're all so proud she lied that way
He's dead to all of us today ...

Where does he get those wonderful tunes?

I am sure the youtube tunes see a 400 hit spike every time Groucho covers a tune.

El Presidente wrote:Where does he get those wonderful tunes?

I am sure the youtube tunes see a 400 hit spike every time Groucho covers a tune.

Comrade some days it's a curse the way my mind works... It's from the decadent torture my parental units inflicted upon me as a small child forcing me to hear over and over the works of Allan Sherman, Stan Ross, and Don Bowman... some of which are available on You tube

Years of therapy have utterly failed

Groucho Marxist wrote:It's from the decadent torture my parental units inflicted upon me as a small child forcing me to hear over and over the works of Allan Sherman, Stan Ross, and Don Bowman

It is unfortunate Dear Leader was not yet upon you, comrade. Your parental units could have substituted Sherman, Ross, and Bowman with an iPod full of endless loopings of Lord Obama's glorious speeches.

Return to sender, return to sender

I gave a release to Taliban, they are going back.
Bright in early next morning, they sent my traitor back.

They wrote upon him
Return to sender, loyalties unknown
Not a hero, on his way home

We had a quarrel, media attacked.
Won't say I'm sorry because Susan Rice has my back.

I dropped the terrorists off in Qatar, keep them a year for me.
They'll go back to killing soldiers, it's their specialty.

I swore upon'em
Return to sender, address unknown.
No more Gitmo, not for long.

This time I'm gonna claim it myself and put the blame in my hands.
And if they come back and kill again then I'll just pretend…I didn't know it.

Return to sender, whereto unknown.
No phone number, Obamaphone.

Return to sender, return to sender
Return to sender, return to sender

Another classic El Presidente