Posted on 11/20/2013 8:27:34 AM PST by ColdOne
MRS. OBAMA: It was really sweet. But he sings all the time. Oh, yes, hes in the bathroom all the time just singing. He is always willing to sing. Hes like, you want me to sing now, want me to sing something for you? But he has got a good voice. That was very sweet.
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I'm a loser
And I lost someone (Reggie) who's near to me
I'm a loser
And I'm not what I appear to be
I feel charming, Oh, so charming-- Its alarming how charming I feel, And so pretty That I hardly can believe Im real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning And entrancing-- Feel like running and dancing for joy, For Im loved By a pretty wonderful boy!
Not a shred of dignity in the office of President anymore. Worse, few Americans seem to know or care.
Jerkin’ his gherkin?
How about, “nobody knows the trouble I’ve Been?”
That's because nobody gives a flying Walenda...
I'm guessing that BarryO prefers patriotic music.
On the bottom of his toilet is a painted copy of the Constitution. He’s singing while he’s crapping on it.
NOOOOOOOOOOOBODY KNOWS DE TRUBBLE IVE SEEENZ
I think Obama would probably choose this one to sing in the shower instead:
Let me tell you how it will be
There’s one for you, nineteen for me
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small
Be thankful I don’t take it all
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah I’m the taxman
If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street,
If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat.
If you get too cold I’ll tax the heat,
If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet.
Don’t ask me what I want it for
If you don’t want to pay some more
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
Now my advice for those who die
Declare the pennies on your eyes
‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman
And you’re working for no one but me.
Master of the house
Doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy talk
Loves to make a stir
Everyone appreciates a...
Stephen Foster songs?
In my own little corner in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be.
On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere
and the world will open its arms to me.
I’m a young Norwegian princess or a milkmaid
I’m the greatest prima donna in Milan
I’m an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms in Japan
I’m a girl men go mad for love’s a game I can play with
cool and confident kind of air.
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair.
He sings like a little bird. Isn’t that sweet?
It’s as gay as Elton’s sunglasses, but nice.
Lárry, Reggie and Barry: the Homo Choirboys.
Anyone notice she has a habit of making him look foolish with her anecdotes?
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