History called his name yeah, so he took the part, To wipe out the monkey business and, to speak from the heart. So into a White House whiter than, anyone planned, He’ll walk the halls of office and bush-wack the Marlborough Man. These are Obama Days ! If you’ve got stormy breezes, he’ll be your kite. Looking for new directions then he’s gonna flick his light. He’s gonna save the national safety plan, Then he will free the free world, and I sure hope that he can. Who’s gonna pray for the man ? Our father, who art in hollywood, hollow is thy name, Thy kingdom done, thy house over-run, by mortgages... Now this ship of state is listing, we’re gonna run a-ground, So let’s take a trillion dollars and pile it on the money-go-round. Don’t want to seem ungrateful, I don’t want to muddy the course, But life is a carrousel, and we’re all Harry the Horse. c2010 Ron Renaud