When getting work looks cold and gray
Don't palpitate or fret
He'll write your glowing resume
For that census job you'll get
(instrumental break)
Just let Barack be your umbrella
On a rainy, rainy day
His smile will bring the sunshine
After he's ruined your IRA
(instrumental break)
So let Barack be your umbrella
On a rainy, rainy, day
On a rainy, rainy day
His smile will bring the sunshine
.....as they're coming to take you away...away...away.....
Leni
A perfect fit for this thread....and my poem!
Leni