mmm mmm mmm
Barack Hussein Obama
mmm mmm mmm
Someday he wake up in de slamma!
mmm mmm mmm
Barack Hussein Obama
His mommy was a commie
His daddy isn’t to be found
An dat make little Obomba a bastard
I already shared this with a couple of freepers but
Mmmm mmmm mmmm
Barack Hussein Obama
I said it once, I’ll say it again
Barack Obama is the man of Sin
Mmmm mmmm mmmm
Barack Hussein Obama
He’s dissed God once, he’s dissed Him twice
We’d better get ready for the frogs and lice
Mmmm mmmm mmmm
Barack Hussein Obama
mmm mmm mmm PING
I know that communism is key!
My votes came from stupid sheep...
...and the F-22 belongs on the scrap heap!
Zero loves the little children
All the children in our schools
Red and yellow, black and white
Future voters in his sight
Zero loves the little children in our schools
"OK, now everybody, let's sing it together, on the count of three." "Alright! I like dat!" "One, two, three . . ."
MMM, MMM, MM! BARACK OBAMASSIAH
Tune: "Mmm, mmm, mm! Barack Hussein Obama" (at 0:33)
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Obamassiah
He said our children we must raise
To trust his name and sing his praise
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Obamassiah
He said he wants to spread the wealth
And now he wants to run our health
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Obamassiah
He said we hate him 'cause he's black
His Marxist plans we thus attack
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Obamassiah
He said we got all wee-weed up
Do not disturb, do not disrupt!
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Obamassiah
No!
Mmm, mmm, mm!
Barack Obamassiah
"OK, now let's do the song, everybody together. One, two, three . . ."
ALL HAIL, GLORIOUS EMPEROR
Tune: "Hello, Mr. President" (at 1:26)
All hail, Glorious Emperor, we come to worship you!
Our school has now become your church, and every desk a pew
All hail, Glorious Emperor, we really think you're great!
Our teachers fill our skulls of mush, it's called "Indoctrinate"
All hail, Glorious Emperor, we praise your holy name!
Our teachers make us wash our hands, and then they wash our brain
All hail, Glorious Emperor, we lift our hands in praise!
Our teachers hope you'll follow through and give them all a raise
So we praise you, Glorious Emperor, there's nothing more to say . . .
If we don't sing this crummy song, they won't give us an "A"!
In-doc-trinate!
In-doc-trinate!
In-doc-trinate!