Flashback: Remember when some guy who called himself Barry Soetoro was president?  Crazy times. But they did give rise to some good music: for instance, this collaboration by Oppo and Gumbeaux-funkle. All the best lines are from Gumbeaux.

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It’s five o’clock somewhere Saturday.
The Regulator crowd shuffles in.
There’s an old woman sitting on TV
Whose whole life has been lying and spin.

She says, “CNN won’t you play up my mammaries?
I’m not truly sure how it goes.
But I’m sad in my suite ‘cause I’m gonna get beat
And a prison cell soon will enclose.”

Lie lie lie, lie lie lie.
Lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie.

Chorus:
Tell us some lies, you’re Soetoro man.
Tell us some lies tonight.
We’ve endured eight long years of your treachery.
Go away, we’ll be feelin’ delight.

Now Bill, who’s disbarred, is a friend of mine.
And his wife is as crooked as he;
And he’s quick with his poke or to light up his “smoke”
When he’s someplace that he’d rather be.

He says, “Prez, no more interns are thrilling me
I’m too old and too weak for the chase.
Well I’m sure that I could be a porno star
As opposed to an impeached disgrace.”

Oh lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie….

Bill’s a Whitewater real estate novelist
Who never had time for his wife.
And he’s talking with Jarrett, who’s dangling a carrot
They should all be imprisoned for life.

And the witless are practicing politics
As the big donors slowly get stoned.
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call “Parse This,”
But it’s best to call a payoff a loan.

Chorus:
Tell us some lies, you’re Soetoro man.
Tell us some lies tonight.
For eight years you’ve looted our treasury.
Go away, we’ll be feelin’ delight.

It’s a tiny Dem crowd for a Saturday
They just dropped a handful of dimes.
But I know that it’s me, they’ll be coming to see
When pardons they’ll need for their crimes.

And my spokesmen all sound like compost,
Coming from Valerie our puppeteer
Yet they sit at the bar thinking I’m a rock star
Though I’m mentally stuck in first gear.
Oh lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie.

Chorus:
Tell us some lies, you’re Soetoro man.
Tell us some lies tonight.
You are clueless and so elementary.
Go away, we’ll be feelin’ delight.

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