The People's Cube - Political Satire

Hit the road Barack and don't you come back
Mo fo mo fo mo fo mo fo
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back no more
What you say?
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back
Mo fo mo fo mo fo mo fo
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back no more

Whoa people oh people don't treat me so mean
You're the meanest old crackers that I've ever seen
I guess if you say so
A then I have to pack my things and go ( that's right )

Hit the road Barack and don't you come back
Mo fo mo fo mo fo mo fo
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back no more
What you say?
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back
Mo fo mo fo mo fo mo fo
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back no more

Well people listen people don't you treat me this a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care what you do 'cause it's understood
You spent all our money you just ain't no good
Well I guess if you say so
A then I have to pack my things and go ( that's right )

Hit the road Barack and don't you come back
Mo fo mo fo mo fo mo fo
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back no more
What you say?
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back
Mo fo mo fo mo fo mo fo
Hit the road Barack and don't you come back no more

You must be joking ( don't you come back mo fo )
Uh what did you say? ( don't...)
I have more work to do ( don't...)
I still have some checks left ( don't...)
Don't go acting stupidly ( don't...)
Can Moose have a few more tamales? ( don't you come back mo fo )

Here, Comrade Chalupney (is getting joke -- Lennie and Chalupney?) I am providing Side B to "Hit the Road, Barrack' called "You've Got to Change Your Liberal Ways."



You've got to change your liberal ways ... Barry
Before I stop voting for you
You got to change ... Barry
Cause not a thing that you say is true

You got me scrimping and scraping all over town
You got me begging and pleading and standing around
This can't go on; Lord know you got to change ... Barry ... Barry

When I come home ... Barry
My outlook's dark and job leads are cold
You hang around ... Barry
With Ayres and Dohrn and a who know who
I'm getting tired of dithering and golfing around
I'll find somebody who won't carry on like a clown
This can't go on .. Lord knows you got to change


When I come home ... Barry
My outlook's dark and job leads are cold
You hang around ... Barry
With Ayres and Dohrn and a who knows who
I'm getting tired of dithering and golfing around
I'll find somebody who won't bow down like a clown
This can't go on ... No, no, nooooo ..

Many thanks to Comrade Ferguson.

"Hit the road Barack" now on Newsweek cover. Turns out Newsweek editors visit the People's Cube Karaoke section!