Nov 2, 2009

Love Song of J. Alfred Obama

Everybody Loves Me, Baby! What's the matter with you?


(No, the cat pic makes no sense, it just came with the only sound file I could find.)



Fortune has me well in hand,
armies 'wait my command
My gold lies in a foreign land
buried deep beneath the sand.
The angels guide my ev'ry tread,
my enemies all sick or dead
But all the victories I've led
haven't brought you to my bed

CHORUS:
You see, everybody loves me, baby,
what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I
do to offend you?

Now the purest race I've bred to be
to live in my democracy
And the highest human pedigree
awaits the first-born boy baby
And my face on ev'ry coin engraved,
the anarchists are all enslaved
My own flag is forever waved
by the grateful people I have saved

You see, everybody loves me, baby,
what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do
to offend you?

Now, no man is beyond my claim
when land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim,
if war is hell, I'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child,
I'm the second son of Mary mild
And I'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde,
but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled.

Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through,
and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value
by everyone I meet but you
'cause I've used my talents as I could,
I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I would
so, c'mon and treat me like you should!

You see, everybody loves me, baby,
what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?

-Don Maclean


No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

-T.S. Eliot

3 comments:

PeggyU said...

Yes, that certainly describes him.

Francis W. Porretto said...

He should have been a pair of ragged claws, scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

Ex-Dissident said...

Appropriate enough. Thanks, Joan.