The Big Obama Mountains
Sung to the tune of Big Rock Candy Mountain
August 6 2015 | Rate This |
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One morning as the sun came up
And the solar panels were charging,
Up the trail came an immigrant hiking,
He said, "Citizenship means nothing
I'm headed for a land that's right over there
Beside the money fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Obama Mountains."
In the Big Obama Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the cell phones grow on bushes
And you hang out every night.
Where all the cars are hybrid
And health care it is free
And the birds and the bees
And the marijuana trees
The Big Gulp springs
Where the mocking bird sings
In the Big Obama Mountains.
In the Big Obama Mountains
Your gender's what you decide
You can make up your identity
And never be denied
Every home has ten televisions
And the news is never wrong
Oh I'm bound to go
Where carbon don't grow
Where the rain don't fall
Politicians don't crow
In the Big Obama Mountains.
In the Big Obama Mountains
You never need a gun
You never have to lock your doors
The thugs are just good fun.
The TSA must fear you
And the IRS is blind
There's a lake of glue
Aerosol paint too
You can huff all around
In big clown shoes
In the Big Obama Mountains.
In the Big Obama Mountains,
Borders are made of dough.
Illegals walk right in again,
As soon as they deem it so.
All the jobs are shovel-ready,
For everyone but me,
I'm bound to stay
Where you twerk all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Obama Mountains.
I'll see you all
This coming fall
in the Big Obama Mountains.
Former reporter, editor, managing editor, desktop publisher, photographer and corporate communicator. Currently a professional webmaster and IT geek, writing a historical novel to be published soon.
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