Barack’s
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 Liberal
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 handouts 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 Barbra Streisand sings
In Barack’s Candy Mountains.
In Barack’s
And the bankers all have rubber stamps and the loans are all but done.
The tax coffers are full of loot and ACORN is flush with dough.
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
’Cause Al Gore says that Global Warming is so
In Barack’s
In Barack’s
And the babies inside their mommies never get to wear their socks.
The conservatives have to tip their hats and the people all are blind.
There's a lake of stew and of Evian too,
You can find them all at the gay wedding ball
In Barack’s
In Barack’s
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
In Barack’s
I'll see you all this coming fall to bring down Barack’s
Copyright 2010, Trevor Grant Thomas