The People's Cube - Political Satire

King Putt

Now when he was a young man,
He smoked a lot of choom.
Never gave a thought,
Breathing all those fumes.
King Putt.

How'd you get so funky?
Did you eat the monkey?
Born somewhere in Kenya,
Golfs in Abyssin-ya,
King Putt.

Well, now I know,
He'll golf away our savings,
All around the planet,
But never at Camp David.
King Putt.

Experience is wonky.
He's a half a honkey.
Born in Honolulu,
Golfs in Naalehu,
King Putt.

Golfin' all the while.
He swings in gay-boy style.
Drives a thousandth mile.
His score card's full of guile.

He gave his life to Marxism.
Graven idol.
He's a real Kenyan.
He's killin' us.

Now, when the lie,
Is tough to make a swing.
He'll make the score card fiction.
Obama is the King.
King Putt.

Mendacity's his nature,
With him there is no future.
Born somewhere in Kenya,
Golfs in Abyssin-ya,
He was born in Indonesia,
Got a case of false amnesia.
King Putt.

Too bad you couldn't get Obama's face on that GIF.

How about "King Putz"?

I am stil disappointed that the moniker "Dingle Barry" didn't stick. (Dingle Barry didn't stick - GET IT?)

Ok, I am done amusing myself. Love your lyrics!

LD

Sorry, but I just thought to myself that he put the POT in POTUS.

Either I am a genius or I stole that and forgot where I saw it.

Maybe my endless giggling is just a contact high from reading about B. Hussein. Looks like it's the re-reeducation camp for me. LD

Comrade DeKoquonut. I had originally thought of King Putz but I wanted to stick to The Messiah's ™ golf outings. I always wonder if he expects to win every round and how many mulligans he charges to the taxpayers.