Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The Devil Went Down To DC

The Devil Went Down to the White House


The devil went down to the White House, he was looking for a nation to steal.
He was in a bind ‘cos he was way behind, ‘cos he was losing voter appeal.
When he came across this stately Republican, helping the economy and creating work.
And devil jumped to the nearest podium and asked ‘Boy, are you some kind of jerk?

I guess you didn’t know it, but I’m a job creator too.

And if you care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you
Now you have a pretty record, but give the devil his due:
I bet the White House against your plan ‘cos I think I’m better than you.
The Republican said, My name’s Mitt and it might be a sin,
But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret, ‘cos I’m the best that’s ever been.

Mitt you roll up your sleeves and lay out your plan
Cos hells broke loose in Washington and the devil is the man
And if you win you get that mansion big and white
But if you lose, the devil stays another night.
The devil opened up his case and he said I’ll start this show.
And fire flew from his fingertips as rolled out his manifesto
And he pulled the manifesto open and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of Bidens joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Mitt said, Well you’re pretty bad Barack
But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how to rock

Socialists on the mountain, run boys run,
The devil’s in the White House and there is no fun
Comrades grabbin’ bread pans and kickin’ down your door
Michelle does your hubby care, he’s makin’ us all poor.

       The devil bowed his head because he knew that he’d been beat.
       He laid the White House keys on the ground at Mitt’s feet.
       Mitt said, Devil don’t come back, you’re kind we don’t need.
       Cause I told you once you son a gun, America I’ll feed.
      And he played God Bless America, land of the free

The devil’s out of the White House and he had to flee
Granny’s got her bread pan back, and we’re fixin’ up your door.
Michelle we know your hubby’s gone ’cos he’s welcome here no more.

H/T to Harold Poole

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