We’ve got record foreclosures,
Folks are losing their homes.
The banks have got money,
But they won’t make loans.
The taxes are bringing small businesses to their knees.
And we owe our soul to the Red Chinese.
Mr. President, Mr. President,
What are you going to do?
Act real cool, and talk real soft,
And then go out, and play another round of golf.
Throw a party at the White House and give a big show.
Board Air Force One and away I’ll go,
Up to New York, take Michelle to a play.
Then shoot a few hoops and call it a day.”
Good Lord, committing mayhem and disorder.
States going broke trying to pay their benefits,
Stock market in the toilet, job market in the pits.
Mr. President, Mr. President, what are you going to do?
Yeah, the way I look at things out of my winda
What is bad for America is good for my agenda.”
What are you gonna do?
And then go out and play another round of golf.
Throw a party at the White House, put on a show.
Board Air Force One and away I’ll go.
To blame George Bush and his capitalist ways,
And then shoot a few hoops and call it a da