We belong to the President's Hero-Worship Society.
Obama and we!
To express any discontent - is the worst impropriety.

He'll raise the debt limit four tril,
Yet up our legs he sends a thrill.
He laughs "No shovel-ready jobs",
We call the bad guys stupid slobs.
He's on the T.V. ev'ry day,
We say his is the only way.
O. we adore - since way back in oh-four.
He's greater than we!
We belong to the President's Hero-Worship Society.

We the press have proclaimed The One to be our true divinity.
He's our deity!
In his butt rises/sets the sun! We'll praise him to infinity.
We write odes to his chiseled bod.
The Newsweek boss says "He's like God".
He's Lincoln, Franklin, J.F.K.,
He's even Reagan if we say.
Forget Van Jones and Rev'rend Wright.
We keep such people out of sight.
All you will see - is our idolatry.
We worship Big B.!
We will honor our holy One! For this we have affinity.

We heap abuse and filthy lies
On those who dare to criticize.
We quash all questions 'bout the Czars.
We'll treat his cronies like rock stars.
On 'net, press, T.V. - we have locks
As soon as we can muzzle Fox.
We just don't care. Who says we must play fair.
We'll say what you see!
We belong to the President's Hero-Worship Society.

We're all in the tank.
Our Chosen we thank.