It was seventeen months ago this hour,
Barack Obama brought his clan to power.
He’s been going in and out of style,
But he’s sure to raise conservative bile.
So may I introduce to you,
The ideology known for all these years,
Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding Hearts Club Band.
We're Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding Hearts Club Band,
You know we won’t seal off the border,
We're Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding Hearts Club Band,
We’re known more as a health care reformer.
Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding, Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding,
Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding Hearts Club Band.
It's wonderful to be here,
So let me be clear.
You're such a naive electorate,
We'd like to tax you to oblivion,
And Iran would like us dead.
I don't really want to stop the war,
Even though that’s what you voted for,
But the Veep’s gonna sing a song,
Cause you know Arizona got it wrong.
So let me introduce to you,
The one and only Biden Joe.
And Sergeant Barry’s Bleeding Hearts Club Band.
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A Little Help From the Soros What would you think if I dropped an F bomb,
Would you laugh it off and say ‘good ole Joe’?
Lend me a mic and I'll curse up a streak,
And I'll try to disgrace you as Veep.
I get by with a little help from the Soros,
Suck ‘em dry with a little help from the Soros,
Going to try with a little help from the Soros.
What do you do when Barack is away,
(Does it worry you that I’m in charge?)
How do talk with your foot in your mouth
(With my brain it really ain’t that hard)
No I get by with a little help from my Soros.
Do you need anybody?
(A corruptible minority whip.)
Could it be anybody?
(I prefer an ineffectual wimp.)
Would you pay up for hair plugs at first sight,
Yes I'm certain that it happens – did you see mine?
What did you say to that wheelchair guy?
I can't help it, I wasn’t even tryin’.
Oh I can lie with a little help from my Soros,
Yes I get by with a little help from my Soros,
With a little help from my Soros.
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Michelle in the Tent with Diamonds Picture yourself working a fete at the White House,
With crashing Salahis and back-stabbing spies
Somebody commands you, you answer quite nervous,
A first lady with furious eyes.
Bulging biceps wrapped in yellow and green,
Wagging finger up in your face.
Look for the woman with the fury in her eyes,
And she's mad.
Michelle in the tent with Diamonds.
Dragging strawberries through a rich chocolate fountain
Where sycophant reporters eat sweet cakes and pies,
Paul McCartney complains as you trudge past the interns,
Who look so incredibly high.
Pakistani taxis appear at the door,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head hung down low,
And you're gone.
Michelle in the Tent with diamonds
Picture yourself on a bus in a station,
With nowhere-bound losers and buzzing black flies,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The lady with the furious eyes.
Michelle in the Tent with diamonds.
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Plugging a Hole
I'm plugging a hole where the oil gets out,
And stops gulf residents from wondering -
Where will it all go?
I plugged up that hole,
that belched the black goo
And kept my mind from wondering -
When will it all go?
And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
I'm right
Or if I play golf all night,
Where I belong.
See the people standing there who complain about me & never win
I wonder why they don't get real jobs.
I'm mocking detractors in a colorful way,
And when my mind is wandering,
There I will go.
And it really doesn't matter if
I'm wrong I'm right
You better tell me I'm right
If you belong.
I'm wrong I'm right
You better tell me I'm right
If you belong.
I'm plugging the hole where the oil gets out
And stops my mind from wondering
When will it all go?
***
Being for the Benefit of Freddie Mac For the benefit of Freddie Mac,
There will be a show tonight at Goldman-Sachs.
That Barney Frank will surely say,
“I’m rich off HUD and Fannie Mae!” - what a scene.
With an 80% stake in ownership
and a CBO prediction of no buyers;
If he could, Freddie Mac would finance the world!
The celebrated Mr. Mac,
Performs his feats on taxpayers’ back near Watergate.
The Franks and Rangels sing and preen
And watch Steve Gobie deal and clean, don't be late.
Messrs. F and R. assure the public
Their deficits will be second to none,
And of course Harry the Reid pours on the schmaltz!
The binge begins at ten to six
When Mr. Mac writes countless checks without a sound
And Barney Frank will demonstrate
Ten foreclosures he'll undertake on shaky ground.
Having been some years in depreciation
A spending spree is guaranteed for all
And tonight Freddie Mac is footing the bill.
***
A Day in the Left
I read the news today – BP.
About the CEO who resigned his job.
And though the news was on page one,
Well I just had to laugh -
He wanted his old life back.
He spoke his mind of balls of tar.
He didn't notice the fishermen out of jobs.
A crowd of small people stared in panic.
They'd seen disaster before,
But nobody was really sure
If he was from another planet.
I read the news today – BP.
About the CEO who resigned his job.
And though the news was on page one,
Well I just had to laugh -
He wanted his old life back.
He spoke his mind of balls of tar.
He didn't notice the fishermen out of jobs.
A crowd of small people stared in panic.
They'd seen disaster before,
But nobody was really sure
If he was from another planet.
I saw a film today – BP.
The English derrick sunk to the ocean floor.
Some union people cleaned the beach.
but I just had to pass -
One of them pumped my gas.
I'd love to kick some ass.
Woke up, ignored my brief,
Dragged a brush across my teeth.
Found my way downstairs and had a smoke,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my clubs and grabbed my hat,
Made the course in seconds flat.
Teed off at the hole and went 6 over par,
My caddie spoke and I went into a dream . . .
They’re in the news today – BP.
Four billion gallons leaked out after the fire.
And though the tar formed into balls,
They had to count them all -
Now they know how many balls it takes to fill the Tyson’s Mall.
I'd love to kick some ass.
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