(Anyone interested in putting this to music contact me.)
One evening as the sun went down and the American Dream was burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning.
I'm headin’ for a land not so far away beside the Scandal Fountains.
So come with me, we'll go and see Barack’s Candy Mountains
In Barack’s Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the food stamps grow on bushes and you step out every night,
Where the TEA Parties are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the marijuana trees,
Where the Obama-phones ring where Common sings
In Barack’s Candy Mountains.
But the Mexican bandits do 'cause Holder sold them some.
The ambassador in Libya was killed because of a video.
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
’Cause Al Gore says that Global Warming is so
otherwise our phones are tapped and we're audited by the IRS.
The conservatives have to tip their hats and the talk show hosts are mute.
Where illegal immigrants play and the abortionists slay,
You can find them all at the gay wedding ball
And you may keep your health plan--any one you please.
There ain't no nuclear power plants, no oil or gas or coal.
I'm a goin’ to stay where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
I'll see you all next election fall to bring down Barack’s
Copyright 2010, Trevor Grant Thomas