Obama has a brown thumb. Virtually everything he touches turns to crap.
He's not the man to hold your trust Everything he touches turns to dust In his hands Nothing he can do is right He'd even like to sleep at night But he can't All he touches turns to dust All he touches turns to dust All he touches turns to dust All he touches turns to dust I wish someone would find me And help me gain control Before I lose my reason And my soul He's King Midas with a curse He's King Midas in reverse He's King Midas with a curse He's King Midas in reverse