I DON'T KNOW WHY I LOVE HIM
(From the musical, "Barack Obama Superstar")
Tune: "I Don't Know How to Love Him"
I don't know why I love him,
My Barack, my Obama;
I've been charmed, yes really charmed,
By his trim physique, so slim and sleek--
I'm awed by his mystique.
I don't know why he's running,
I don't see any substance;
No real plan, flash in the pan,
And I've heard such empty words before
That when I close my eyes
He's just a bore.
But I like his face,
And I like his voice;
Makes my heartbeat race!
Makes me feel all moist!
I never thought I'd come to this:
Obama is my choice.
Don't you think it's rather shallow
I should vote for this fellow?
I'm the one who's always been
So pure, so pissed, so feminist;
I don't need men, oh no--
He scares me so.
But I like his face,
And I like his voice;
Makes my heartbeat race!
Makes me feel all moist!
I never thought I'd come to this:
Obama is my choice.
Yet, like in a romance novel,
I'm in love with a male model;
I've got to look! He signed my book!
My heart runs wild! I'll bear his child!
I want the world to know:
He's my "Big O"!
Obama, go!
I love you so!
Pome be good
You be bad
Spit Mountain Dew all over the monitor on that. Good one!
To the song "Jesus Christ Superstar"
Everytime I think of him I can't understand
Why they let their praise of him go so out of hand
They couldnt have managed better than if they had it planned
Why'd they choose such an unknown man from Lincolnland?
Donchu get me wrong
Donchu get me wrong now
Donchu get me wrong
Donchu get me wrong now!
Barak! Obama! Who are you? Who in the world was your mama?
Barak! Obama! Who are you? The son of a Kenyan farm-a(er)?
that is HILARIOUS!!!!