On a dark D.C. highway, cold wind in my hair,
Heavy smell of corruption, rising up through the air,
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light . . .
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,
I had to stop for the night.
Pelosi stood in the doorway;
She didn’t look too well.
And I was thinking to myself,
This could be Heaven, but it’s always been Hell.
She lit a bailout candle, and she showed me the way,
Past the bankers in the corridor,
She knew what to say…
Welcome to the new Hotel Obama.
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of change at the new Hotel Obama,
Any time of year,
You can find it here.