On a dark D.C. highway, cold wind in my hair,
Heavy smell of corruption, rising up through the air,
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light . . .
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,
I had to stop for the night.
Pelosi stood in the doorway;
She didn’t look too well.
And I was thinking to myself,
This could be Heaven, but it’s always been Hell.
She lit a bailout candle, and she showed me the way,
Past the bankers in the corridor,
She knew what to say…
Welcome to the new Hotel Obama.
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of change at the new Hotel Obama,
Any time of year,
You can find it here.
Their minds are Tiffany-twisted, they’ve got the Mercedes Benz,
They’ve got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, they call friends . . .
Criminal bankers dance in the courtyard, above the law, free of debt.
A sight to always remember, a sight to never forget.
I got a call from Kucinich,
“Please bring me my wine”,
He hasn’t had an ally here since 1969.
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…
Welcome to the new Hotel Obama.
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face.
Dems are fixing it up at the new Hotel Obama,
So don’t criticize,
Buy their alibis.
Mirrors on the ceiling,
Lobbyist champagne on ice.
They are all just prisoners here, of their own device.
And in the master’s chambers,
Democrats gather for the feast,
They poke this . . .
With their C-Span knives,
But they just won’t kill the beast.
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door.
I had to find the passage back,
To the place I was before.
Relax, said the night man . . .
We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like . . .
But you can never leave.
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Pull off that highway and get a
good night’s restexceedingly lengthy rest at theWall Street Hotelnew Hotel Obama!Say hello to the new “owner”. . .
Watch bankers frolic in that ten trillion dollar pool he just put in. You can swim in it too!*
*Some restrictions apply. You must be a Wall Street banker, K Street lobbyist, or Goldman Sachs credit default swapper to swim in the pool.
Everyone is welcome!*
*Some restrictions apply. Dirty fucking hippies, rule of law fanatics, and unruly freshman Democratic congressmen are not welcome.
The Harry Reid Kabuki Dancers perform every night in the Beltway Lounge. Prepare to be dazzled.
Listen to Larry Summers crooning old favorites of his from the 1890’s in the Piano Bar. It’s a magical experience.
Catch Arlen Specter’s Comedy Act in the Peanut Bar. The hilarity never ends.
So book a room now, be a part of it all, be where change is happening!*
*Endless restrictions apply.
this is excellent rusD!
thank you
♥~
Keep on rockin’ in the free world. 😉
Ch Ch Ch Changes, it stays the same
Obama is playing the same ole game. But now that I’ve learned what I’ve learned, it is no surprise at all.
And to think I really frigging hate that song too. (Only because it’s been overplayed to hell and gone, not because it’s a bad song.)
There’s even a tie-in… the original song is about cocaine. ;-7 Your tax dollars at work, kiddies!
And in a related vein, Emma was right…