Presidential Red White and Blues
Verse 1
Presidents have a mortal fear of falling,
The lengths they go to stay are quite appalling!
They swear to serve, they swear to protect,
Against every blip that the radars detect.
From the hovering threat of a nuclear war,
To the children sprawled on a classroom floor,
Hiding away from a man with a gun,
In a grinding war that nobody's won.
Chorus
Oh, the Presidential Red, White, and Blues!
They only do what will make the news!
They don't do a single thing for themselves,
They ignore the history left on the shelves!
They only move for the television ratings,
Smiling and waving and protecting the babies!
Verse 2
But Presidents don't ever fear the heights,
They climb the ladder with all of their might.
They promise to clean up the next Chernobyl,
And swear they will break up the software mogul!
It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong,
Especially if the intern wears a thong.
The world would be entirely a bore,
Without the threat of a biological war!
Outro
I'm starting to feel a bit like Dr. Seuss...
Expecting a visit from a wandering moose.
Or maybe a chat with the strange Lorax,
When I should be reporting on global war acts.
So I think I’ll quit while I'm ahead...
Besides, it might give me a chance to get to bed!