There's a man in the White House
Watching his administration
There's a crowd on the outside
Watching his degeneration
With his hands tied behind him
And they've broke down his resistance
And he wants to run again someday, you know
But, I don't really think he will
Politicians say they know the way
But they've all been bought and paid
Who listens to yesterday?
Well, his mother raised a good boy
Now he's the king of the mountain
With all the pushin' and a pullin'
It's a tricky occupation
But, he tried the straight and narrow
And he tried to be that good boy
And transparency's a good thing, he knows
But you must look the other way
Politicians say they know the way
But they've all been bought and paid
Who listens to yesterday?
Flip, flop, go, stop. It doesn't matter what they say
Two step, back step, side step the night away
There's gold in the hills, and a new horizon everyday
Blah blah la dee dah; that's what politicians say