Oh, say can you see by Obama's lost might
What so proudly we hailed in his campaign's fast dreaming?
Whose broad swipes and bright spars through the partisan fight,
O'er the TVs we watched were so valiantly gleaming?
With our pockets threadbare, bubble bursts fed despair;
Grave goofs fueled the fright, but our Feds could still share.
Oh, say will those TARP-dangled bailouts yet save, [1]
Or can handouts for free make the homeowner slave?

At his core, dimly seen through the twists woven deep,
There is O's haughty boast that Joe Biden imposes. [2]
What is that which he sees, o'er the cowering sheep,
That the tip of his nose half conceals, half discloses?
Now he catches the gleam and is warning his team.
His full story rejected, now whining's his theme.
'Tis the far-right wing's banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that man who so vauntingly swore
That we'd have no more war, planned all battles' conclusions?
At home should our troops be, would leave us no more;
He's studied about diplomatic solutions.
No lawyer could save the wired bombing knave [3]
Who'd brought terror in flight, for his doom would be grave.
Yet the star-spangled banner, despite bumps, doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Oh, trust not the clever! When we understand
Our Congress's tomes and the czars' despoilation,
Press that trickery cease, take the level-headed stand,
Raise your power unafraid to preserve thus the nation.
Then Congress we'll bust, when their laws are unjust,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!