(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 just across the Grande 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 lemonade springs 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
And the little babies in the womb never get to wear their socks.
The conservatives have to tip their hats and the talk show hosts are mute.
There's a lake of stew and of Honest Tea too,
You can find them all at the gay wedding ball
And you can walk right in their office any time 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 coming fall to bring down Barack’s
Copyright 2010, Trevor Grant Thomas