Tag: Eagles

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.