GOP song: Oh! No Bama, don’t you cry for me; I’m off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee

Free Republic ^ | September 3, 2008 | Kevmo

[Kevmo]

Sung to the tune of "Oh! Susanna, don’t you cry for me."

“Oh, no Bama, please don’t lie to me... for I’m off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee.”

I come from Minnesota with my banjo on my knee;
I’m goin’ to Free Republic my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I come from Minnesota,
with my banjo on my knee.


I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Obama dear,
A-coming down the hill.
The smearing lie was in Duluth,
The tear was in his eye,
Said I, I’m coming for the truth
Obama don’t you lie.


Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic,
with my banjo on my knee.


I soon will be in Hawaii,
And then I’ll look all ‘round,
And when I find his birth record,
I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find it,
This Freeper’ll surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried,
Obama don’t you lie.


Oh! No Bama, don’t you cry for me;
I’m off to Free Republic with a banjo on my knee

[Kevmo]

Time for some fun

[SeeSharp]

Shouldn't that be

...with a keyboard on my knee

[Kevmo]

Very good. And true, even.

[GOPJ]

..with a keyboard on my knee

Good one!

[johnandrhonda]

I like Banjo better...

[Kevmo]

It’s a work in progress.

Sung to the tune of “Oh! Susanna, don’t you cry for me.”

“Oh, no Bama, please don’t lie to me... for I’m off to Free Republic with a keyboard on my knee.”

I come from Minnesota with my keyboard on my knee;
I’m goin’ to Free Republic my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left,
the weather it was dry;
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I come from Minnesota,
with my keyboard on my knee.

I had a dream the other night,
When everything was still;
I thought I saw Obama dear,
A-coming down the hill.
The smearing lie was in Duluth,
The tear was in his eye,
Said I, I’m coming for the truth
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic,
with my keyboard on my knee.

I fight in my pajamas
It’s plain for all to see
I aim to be the next Buckhead
The media all hate me.
I fell in love with Sarah
When my sister bit a moose
The Guvnor’s family ate it up
And then they set it loose.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you lie to me;
I’m off to Free Republic,
with my keyboard on my knee.

I soon will be in Hawaii,
And then I’ll look all ‘round,
And when I find his birth record,
I’ll fall upon the ground.
But if I do not find it,
This Freeper’ll surely die,
And when I’m dead and buried,
Obama don’t you lie.

Oh! No Bama, don’t you cry for me;
I’m off to Free Republic with a keyboard on my knee

[ozzymandus]

Don’t quit your day job. (Unless it’s as a songwriter)

[Kevmo]

Everyone’s a critic...

[bcsco]

I was going to recommend “laptop on my knee” but “keyboard” is fine...

[NEMDF]

As a defendant of Stephen Foster...(really... or so I was told throughout my childhood...) I approve.

[NEMDF]

HA DEFENDANT = DESCENDANT

[FreedomProtector]

DUDE, YOU ROCK!

[Kevmo]

Thanks. I’m thinking of adding another verse.

.

She loves her sons she likes her guns,
And Trigonometry.
The media will jump the shark
When Juan makes history.

Well, JimRob knows she’ll pave the trolls
So controversially
And Berg will knock Obama down
With friends of Hillary.

[Kevmo]

Barack Obama! Don’t you lie to me, You’re from Kenya Africa, not from Hawaii. He trained at the madrassa, not PS 21, His daddy was a Muslim, his mom not quite a nun. He wants to be the president of these United States, Imposing his religion like all past caliphates. He may just be the Imam, the second after ten, We don’t know this sucker, not who nor where nor when. Barack Obama! Don’t you lie to me, You’re from Kenya Africa, not from Hawaii.

[Kevmo]

it didn’t work

I saw it that way in the preview pane and thought that maybe it was just how the HTML shows up...

[I see my hands]

Lol, gotcha me!?!

[I see my hands]

Barack Obama! Don't you lie to me,
You're from Kenya Africa, not from Hawaii.

He trained at the madrassa, not PS 21,
His daddy was a Muslim, his mom not quite a nun.

He wants to be the president of these United States,
Imposing his religion like all past caliphates.

He may just be the Imam, the second after ten,
We don't know this sucker, not who nor where nor when.

Barack Obama! Don't you lie to me,
You're from Kenya Africa, not from Hawaii.

[Kevmo]

Can you please, I humbly beseech thee, pretty please, post your song here?

[Kevmo]

I suppose I should have waited another 16 seconds... Thank you ever so kindly.

Your Humble Servant

Kevmo

[I see my hands]

The only pride one such as I dare exhibit is in the anticipation of your requests.

May my name be stricken from every obelisk.