Well it's the big day in D.C. - it's O.'s second term.
The press is rejoicing, but some of us squirm.
He's taking the oath from Judge Roberts up there.
They'll let him 'cause John ruled for Obamacare.
His wonderful speech was all eloquent grace.
He told his opponents - Drop Dead! In Yo Face!
He won his big landslide. He's got his mandate,
So all of you must celebrate.

Hey look! Here comes the parade. They wear star-spangled hats.
S.E.I.U.'s beating - O.'s foes with ball bats.
There's eight hundred thousand - more people than stars.
They're all his appointees, campaigners, and czars.
See Denver folks sharing their legalized dope,
And on the stand Clinton gives some gal a grope.
Amid all the pomp we can hear Biden say
Gee! What a cold Labor Day!

And don't forget the big parties, so glitzy and good.
There's nary a soul left back in Hollywood.
There's Clooney, Beyonce, and O.'s loyal rich,
While Eva L. tells O. - this country's your b*tch! (1)
We'll always remember this glorious day.
Too bad that our problems just won't go away.
To O.'s loyal legions one problem appears:
How to get eight more years!
That's the sum of all fears.