Song lyrics to Mr. President – a funny political satire song by the talented Ray Stevens
Song lyrics to Mr. President, by Ray Stevens
Mr. President,
We got record foreclosures, folks are losing their homes,
the banks got money but they won’t make loans,
the taxes are bringing small business to their knees,
and we owe our soul to the Red Chinese.
Mr. President, Mr. President, what are you going to do?
[response]
Well, I’m going to take off my coat and roll up my sleeves,
turn on the teleprompter and give another speech,
act real cool and talk real soft,
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 go,
up to New York, take Michelle to a play,
shoot a few hoops and call it a day.
But Mr. President!
We got illegal aliens crossing our borders,
and drug lords committing mayhem and disorder,
states are going broke trying to pay their benefits,
bond markets in the toilet, job markets in the pits,
Mr. President, Mr. President, what are you going to do?
[response]
Now listen real close, hear what I say,
never let a good crisis slip away,
you got to look at things out of my window,
what’s bad for America is good for my agenda!
Mr. President, what are you going to do?
[response]
I’m going to take off my coat and roll up my sleeves,
turn on the teleprompter and give another speech,
act real cool and talk real soft,
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 go,
to blame George Bush and his capitalist ways,
shoot a few hoops and call it a day.