From: Barack Obama’s Oil Spill’s Blog
In the Gulf where it was born,
Lived an oil spill that fouled the sea,
And they tried to end its life,
But they were useless, BP,
So He golfed and took vacation,
Then He ate to get his fill,
And the crisis spun out of control,
And now we call it His oil spill,
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill,
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill.
Bobby Jindal He did ignore,
So in three Novembers He’s out the door,
And the fat lady begins to sing.
(Vuvuzelas play)
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill,
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill.
(Full speed ahead, Mr. Oil Spill, there’s a beach ahead!
Full speed over here, sir!
There’s an oyster bed! And the White House!
Aye, aye, sir, gush!
Oil Spill! Oil Spill!)
As we learn to live with sheen (live with sheen)
Every one of us (every one of us) wants Him to leave (him to leave)
He is confused (he is confused) incompetent still (incompetent still)
About Obama’s (with Obama’s) oil spill (oil Spill) (Haha!)
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill,
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill.p\
(fading)
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill,
We all live with Obama’s oil spill,
Obama’s oil spill, Obama’s oil spill.
With musical accompaniment for those without an ear for song.
