He gave her Vacations and Some Buns of Steel. . . She was proud of Her Time on The Hill

Folks, here´s a story about Michelle the Moocher
She was a Chicago red hoochie-koocher
She was the roughest, toughest frail
But Michelle had a butt as big as a wha-a-le

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hi
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hidee-ho

She messed around with a Barry named Obama
She loved him though he was more like her mama
He took her down to Choomtown
He showed her how to choom the weed around

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hi
Wooooooh
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hidee-ho

She had a dream that the Commie in Charge
He gave her things that made her quite large
He gave her vacations and some buns of steel
She was proud of her time on The Hill

Hidee-hidee-hidee-hidee-hidee-hidee-hi
Hodee-hodee-hodee-hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
scoodley-woo-scoodley-woo-scoodley-woodley-woodley-
woo
Zit-dit-dit-dit-dittle-but-dut-duttleoo-skit-dit-
skittle-but-dit-zoy

He gave her some lobsters and her bills he had met
Each time she ate up zoomed the national debt
She had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times

Hidee-Hidee-Hidee-hi
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hidee-ho

Now Michelle and Barry, they started Moochin’
They got a free ride in a limo they hoochin’
She gave him money to pay her bail
But he left her flat in the White House jail

Whoooa, yeaaaah
Hey de he de he he
Whoa Whoa

Poor Michelle met old Oprah Lowdown
She preached to her that she ought to slow down
But Michelle wiggled her jelly roll
And Oprah Lowdown yelled, “Barry save my soul!”

Hi de hi de hi de hi
Ho de ho de ho de ho
Skiddley doodley doodly do
Skiddly diddly day

They took her where they put the crazies
Now poor Michelle is kicking up those daisies
You’ve heard my story this is her song
She was just a good Moocher, but they done her wrong

Hi de hi de hi de hi
Skooby de be do
He de he de he de he
Whoa, Whoa Whoa

Poor Michelle, Poor Michelle, Poor Michelle.