Barama

“They Call Hot Air Barama”

By: Mike Foil
(To the tune of “They Call the Wind Mariah”)

In the West, we have a name
For liars and Osama.
Osama is the devil man,
We call hot air Barama.

Oh no, Barama gives another speech,
Wild promises start a’flying,
Barama spreads your wealth around,
Terrorists stop a’dying.

Barama, Barama, we call hot air Barama
Barama, Barama, we call hot air Barama

Now before we heard Barama’s name,
The Dems were all a’twitter.
They had a magic man-child,
Who still needs a babysitter.
Oh, but then one day he gave a speech,
He read a teleprompter.
They stood and cheered, laughed and waved
For this community organizer.

Barama, Barama, we call hot air Barama
Barama, Barama, we call hot air Barama

I know we have a name for Joe,
Dirty Harry and Queen Nancy,
But when you’re taxed and beat down,
There ain’t better words than angry.
You see these lost and dumbed-down men,
Who want a star to follow.
“Barama, make another speech,
Your words we all will swallow.”

Oh Barama, Oh Barama,
We call hot air Barama,
Barama, Oh Barama,
Why not make another speech,
We call hot air Barama.