They couldn't pick a better time for Change in life
It ain't too early and it ain't too late
Starting in the White House with a beefed up wife
Soon be creatin' a Socialist State
Socialist State! Gonna treat you great!
Gonna give ya health care and stamps fer pertaters
Payoffs for the unions and cur'ncy 'nipulaters
Wind farms on the prairie as gas prices zoom
Trillions in debt an' a downgrade soon
Plen'y of regs, unbounded in scope
Plen'y of Change and plen'y of Hope

(Cue orchestral swell)

O-O-O-O-O-O-OH, Obama
He's a Muslim by way of Harvard Main
With a clean bright voice
That's really choice
Until the deficits escalate our PAIN!
O-O-O-O-O-O-Oh Obama
Every night my Army buds and me
Sit in disbelief
As our Commander-in-Chief
Makes it a crime to bitch slap jihadi
We know he's the pres of this land
But this powegrabbin's gettin' out of hand
So when we say ... NO!
To this yuppie gone astray
We're only saying
You've crossed the line, Bar O'Bama
Barry Bama, it ain't Ok

(Cue chorus of tens of millions of square dancing Americans)

We know he's the Pres of this land (Hail, Chief)
But this powergrabbin's gettin' out of hand
So when we say ... NO!
To a yuppie gone astray
We're only saying
YOU'VE CROSSED THE LINE, BAR O'BAMA
Barry Bama, ain't no way
No chance, no how, no way ..

NO, OBA-A-A-A-M-A-A-A! .. NO!!

Back when I was an even younger knucklehead I did a parody called "Rojiin and Homma San's Yokohama." In the final scene of this Kabuki-Bushido musical classic, a young kohai is ordered to commit seppukhu for a faux pas committed during a tea ceremony. But instead of self eviscerating, he stops the show with ..

YO-O-O-O-O-O-Kohama!
Where the typhoons come roaring off the bay
Where the planting rice
Can sure smell nice
Till tsunamis wipe it all away
YO-O-O-O-O-O-Kohama
Every night my dread Lord and Sempai
Sits at home aloof
As ninjas scale the roof
Cause the Shogun wants his ass to die
I know I belong to my Lord
But I hope I don't have to use this sword
Cause when I say "Yiii!"
My life will pass away
I'm only saying
This really hurts, Yokohama
Yokohama, I'm not OK

(Cue chorus line of square dancing geishas)

We know he belongs to his Lord (Daimyo!)
But we hope he doesn't have to use that sword
Cause when we say "Yiiii!"
His life wil pass away
We're only saying
Please spare his life, Yokohama
Yokohama, OK?
Wa .. Ka .. Ri .. Mas ... Neh?
YOKOHA-A-A-A-MA-A-A!! HAI!