A theme song for Barack’s meeting with Benedict? To the tune of Jim Croce’s “Don’t Mess Around with Jim”:
ND’s got it’s hustler (Jenkins)
Kansas had it’s bum (Tiller)
Democrats in DC got the Great Kenyan Pretender
He’s one confused son of a gun
Yeah he talks a lot like Reagan
But acts more like Stalin and Mao
And when Planned Parenthood folks get together at night
You know they all call ‘Bama “boss” just because
Kansas had it’s bum (Tiller)
Democrats in DC got the Great Kenyan Pretender
He’s one confused son of a gun
Yeah he talks a lot like Reagan
But acts more like Stalin and Mao
And when Planned Parenthood folks get together at night
You know they all call ‘Bama “boss” just because
And they say
The abortion survivors can’t live
You don’t punish our girls with a kid
You don’t pull the mask off of our messiah
And you don’t mess around with B’rack
You don’t punish our girls with a kid
You don’t pull the mask off of our messiah
And you don’t mess around with B’rack
Well outta South Bavaria came a Godly boy
He say I’m looking for a man named B’rack
I am Mary’s boy
My name is Joseph R
But in Rome I’m called 16
He say I’m looking for a man named B’rack
I am Mary’s boy
My name is Joseph R
But in Rome I’m called 16
Yeah I’m looking for the king of the abortion mill
He’s the prophet of the Culture of Death
Last month he insulted Our Lady
And it may sound crazy
But I’ve come to give her honor back
He’s the prophet of the Culture of Death
Last month he insulted Our Lady
And it may sound crazy
But I’ve come to give her honor back
And they say
The abortion survivors can’t live
You don’t punish our girls with a kid
You don’t pull You mask off of our messiah
And you don’t mess around with B’rack
You don’t punish our girls with a kid
You don’t pull You mask off of our messiah
And you don’t mess around with B’rack
Well a hush fell over St. Peter’s
As Evil came walking off Air Force One
And when the Spirit was done
The only part that wasn’t quaking
Was the soles of the small man’s feet
Yeah there are over fifty million babies
So just like on Damascus road
You’d better believe
NPR sung a different kind of story
When Barry’s knees hit the floor
As Evil came walking off Air Force One
And when the Spirit was done
The only part that wasn’t quaking
Was the soles of the small man’s feet
Yeah there are over fifty million babies
So just like on Damascus road
You’d better believe
NPR sung a different kind of story
When Barry’s knees hit the floor
You don’t tug Juan Diego’s cape
You don’t change money in His home
You don’t pull a glove off of Padre Pio
And you don’t mess around with MOM!
You don’t change money in His home
You don’t pull a glove off of Padre Pio
And you don’t mess around with MOM!
Yeah, Barry got his hat
Find out where it’s at
And it’s not killing kids and dissin’ Our Lady
Find out where it’s at
And it’s not killing kids and dissin’ Our Lady
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made teleprompter
You don’t tug Juan Diego’s cape
You don’t change money in His home
You don’t pull a glove off of Padre Pio
And you don’t mess around with MOM!
You don’t change money in His home
You don’t pull a glove off of Padre Pio
And you don’t mess around with MOM!