The People's Cube - Political Satire

Down on the corner, by the traffic light
Everybody's laughn', as he rides by
They turn their heads and they
Watch him till he's gone

Lord have mercy, Obama's got his mom jeans on

Capital Hill top, and across the street
Open up their windows, to take a peek
As he goes riding
Talkn' on his Obama phone

Heaven help us, Obama's got his mom jeans on

Well, he can't help it if he's made that way
He's not to blame if he looks real gay
Well, he ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no, the clown can't help it

Well, up on K Street, by the hotdog stand
There's a crowd of people and a traffic jam
Well, he don't look black
He don't know why its wrong

Lord have mercy, Obama's got his mom jeans on

Well, he can't help it if he's made that way
He's not to blame if he looks real gay, yeah
Well, he ain't really tryin' to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no, the clown can't help it

Down on the corner, by the traffic light
Everybody's laughn', as he rides by
They turn their heads and they
Watch him till he's gone

Lord have mercy, Obama's got his mom jeans on
Heaven help us, Obama's got his mom jeans on

Curse you... I most equally laughed so hard I spit out my rotten beet fermented beet soup...

Why didn't I think of this? Superbly sublime!

HEYYY! ... all right ... pedal now ... pump it

Prezzie with the mom jeans, mom jeans, mom jeans
He's the prezzie with the mom jeans on
Prezzie with the mom jeans, mom jeans, mom jeans
Prezzie with the mom jeans on

Fee, fee, fi, fi fo fo fum
Laugh at Obama now, here he comes
Wearing his helmet and a Schwinn to match
He got cocaine pinkie and a Panama hat
Throws like a girl from the diamond mound
He got fifty feet of distance 'fore it hit the ground
Prezzie with the mom jeans, mom jeans, mom jeans
He's the prezzy with the mom jeans on
Prezzy with the mom jeans, mom jeans, mom jeans
Prezzy with teh mom jeans on

Earning our scorn with alpha male jive
Got to have least DHT* alive
He rides like a tool, catches metrosexuals eyes
He makes me nervous, not my kind of guy
Not too built up and not too fast
He's a real Steve Urkel and I'm laughing at that
Prezzie with the mom jeans, mom jeans, mom jeans
He's the prezzy with the mom jeans on
Prezzie with the mom jeans, mom jeans, mom jeans
Prezzie with the mom jeans on


Hot dammie, Obammie
You can't throw a ball
Hot dammie, Obammie
You can't throw a ball
The way it's sailing like balloon now
Don't know where it may fall
From the early early morning to the early early nights
See Obam' mom-jeanin' to his bodyman's delight
Well hot damn-ah, Obama
You can't throw a ball
The way it's sailing like a blimp, now
Don't know where it may fall


Fee fee fi fi fo fo fum
Don't start laughing cause here he comes
Wearing his helmet and Schwinn to match
He got a cocaine pinkie and an alligator hat
Wearing his girl pants and Muzzie ring
He's a nanny state model and everything
Prezzie with the mom jeans mom jeans Mom jeans
He's the prezzie with the mom jeans on
Prezzie with the mom jeans mom jean mom jeans
Prezzie with the mom jeans on

*(Di hydrate testosterone)