COMFORT OBAMA: We are building a Religion!

[Leopolds Ghost]

Several Cake fans, who are also Clinton fans, objected to my use of
"She's Going The Distance" to parody Clinton's rearguard race
for the white house (to the tune of "Going the Distance" by Cake):

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so, in the interests of equal opportunity parody, may I present you
with another Cake song:

"Comfort Obama" (to the tune of "Comfort Eagle")

We are building a religion!
We are building it bigger!!
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes

We are building a religion
A limited... edition
We are now accepting callers
for these pendant key-chains!!

To resist it... is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash (ash) ...

He is grooming his llama
He is living comfort obama
You can meetup at his website
But you better come with cash (cash) !!

Now his hat is on backwards!
He can show you his tattoos
He is in the law-school business
He is calling you...."DUDE!"

Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out

And the fluffy white lines
That the press jet leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
of the waining of the moon

He is handling the pollsters
He's serving the food
He knows about your Party
He is calling you "DUDE!"

Now do you believe...
In the one big sign?!

The double-wide shine
On the bootheels of your spine

Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat

You can dress up like a Kenyan
In your onion head hat

We are building a religion!
We are making a brand!!!!

We're the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand

Take a bite of this apple
Mr. corporate events!

Take a walk through the jungle
Of Bushville shanties and tents

Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke (Coke)

The wacky morning DJ
Says democracy's a joke!! He says now,

Do you believe
In the One Big Song?

( He's now accepting callers
Who would like to Sing Along! )

He says, do you believe
In the one true edge (EDGE)...

By fastening... your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge

He is handling the pollsters
He is serving the food

He is now accepting callers
He is calling me.... "DUDE!!!"

Now do you believe
In the one big sign

The double-wide shine
On the goosebumps of your spine

There's no need to ask directions
If you ever lose your mind!
We're behind you...
We're behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way

We are building a religion

We are building it bigger

We are building

A religion

A limited

Edition

We are now accepting callers...
For these beautiful...
Pendant key chains



Caveat: I am an Obama fan.

[Leopolds Ghost]

1. Meanwhile, Ralph Nader...

Disempowered...
The scattering flock!
Dances in a fever
At the Castle Barack!

Dust devil Clinton...
Ripening fruit!
Sending press releases
to Obama's bathroom!

Fox, Joe and Tweety
Are out on a wire!
Cable news junkies
All full of desire!

Meanwhile Ralph Nader... makes his move

And there's nothing I can do!

Meanwhile Ralph Nader... makes his move

And there's nothing I can do!

And there's nothing I can say... to you!

I've got a lot of work to do!
I guess I'll leave it up to you!

Uninvited...
We'll stay if we want!
Searching through your grandpa's closets
For his racial hang-ups!

We'll swim in your kidney...
Kidney shaped pool!
Scratching at the bottom
For another clue!

yeah, Fox, Joe and Tweety
Are out on a wire!
Cable news junkies
All full of desire!

Meanwhile Ralph Nader... makes his move

And there's nothing I can do!

Meanwhile Ralph Nader... makes his move

And there's nothing I can do!

And there's nothing I can say to you...

I've got a lot of work to do...
I guess I'll leave it up to you

(to the tune of "Meanwhile, Rick James..." by Cake)

[Mz Pip]

2. And for McCain...

Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads...


I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep because my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire.

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh OH oh
AY AY AY AY AY Um
You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
AY AY AYA AY UM

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance vers la gloire ... OK
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
AY AYA AY AY um
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....

[Leopolds Ghost]

5. Ooh, awesome. More McCain tunes wanted!

Breakfast Serial Killers (spoken word)
from Live From the Wholly Stollen Empire

Chris Chandler, Phil Rockstroh

Personally, I’m sick of all these visions of the apocalypse
that have become as plentiful as Breakfast cereals
on the aisles of the supermarket of the next millennium.


The forces of destruction

have been eating their Wheaties, boy, while the

Rice Krispies of righteousness

Grow cold and soggy.

Perhaps this is the way the world ends

Not with a whimper or a bang but with a Snap, Crackle, and a Pop.


Chorus:

The world’s goin’ to hell and we know it

Why not make a show of it

Buy your tickets for the end of the world

From the breakfast cereal killers


The Lucky Charms leprechaun is an evil pagan

Imp if ever I’ve seen one...



The Trix rabbit, an obvious

Marxist terrorist seeking the redistribution of resources

from our children

to subvert 3rd world rodents like himself...



While the Fruit Loops bird

is a homosexual, drug addict...


The Sugar Smacks Sugar Bear is an androgynous pedofile looking
to lure our children into his cave of perversions by offering them
sugar coated smack...


The Coa-Coa Puffs coo coo bird belongs in a straight jacket.
His bird droppings have tested positive for cocoa...


The Quaker Oats guy is a charismatic cult leader, leading a band

of oddly dressed, wig-wearing, manson-like family, religious fanatic

breakfast Serial killers...


There's mutiny from stem to stern on the Cap'n Crunch ship of state.

It’s all enough to make you want to

Head for the beer Aisle.

Just say it, say it with me:

Head for the beer Aisle



Ahhhhh Beer Aisle -- an isle-- like an island of refuge...

an oasis in the dry cereal wasteland....



But there is trouble brewing in 6-pack paradise...



The Four Clydesdales of the Apocalypse ride the

random-breathalyzer highways....



A prophet of marketing says to me: The end of the world

is testing well indeed

And we need nothing less than a major market share of extinction:



Look at the latest numbers.

The apocalypse is trafficking well in front of the Elysian Fields,
the Rapture, Nirvana, Kroger", Star Market", Ralph’s", The second
coming, Piggly Wiggly.


The devil has 100% brand name recognition

Among every demographic group....

...All except for one small survey set...


Key groups finds it too all too... too...

Negative... They like the end of world angle --

Except for one thing... The ending...


They want a more... upbeat apocalypse....

Something that tells them like Tony the Tiger does:


That it’s all going to be

GRRRRRRRRREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


They want a cute, warm-fuzzy

Product tie in: a kind of tickle me Anti-Christ...

or Beelzebub Beanie Babies.


This is important business here.

[VolcanoJen]

3. OK. I forgive you for Cake.

:-)

[Leopolds Ghost]

4. See, Cake fans can come together :-)

[Leopolds Ghost]

6. Mean Mr. McCain (from the Beatles Abbey Road)

Mean Mister McCain sleeps in the Senate
Shaves in the dark trying to save his cheeks
Sleeps in a bus on the road!
Saving up to buy some new clothes!
Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose!
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man

His colleague Joe works in a shop
He never stops, he's got joe-mentum
Takes him out to look at the queen!
Only place that he's ever been!
Always shouts out something obscene!
Such a dirty old man
Dirty old man

Well have you seen Polythene Hill
She's so good-looking but if looks like could kill
Well you should see her dressed in her polythene pantsuit
Yes you should see Polythene Hill
Yeah yeah yeah

Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt
She's killer-diller when she dance at 'the Hill'
She's the kind of a girl that makes the "News of the World"
Yes you could say she was attractively built!
Yeah yeah yeah


Oh yeah, all right!
Is Obama going to be in my dreams
Tonight?!!!




And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

[Leopolds Ghost]

7. Don't Fear Obama (from the BoC)

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Republicans don't fear Obama
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear Obama
Baby take my hand... Don't fear Obama
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear Obama
Baby I'm your man...

Hillary's all done
The Clinton magic's gone
JFK and RFK
Are together in eternity...
JFK and RFK

40,000 men and women everyday... Like JFK and RFK
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine electoral success
Another 40,000 coming everyday...
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear Obama
Baby take my hand... Don't fear Obama
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear Obama
Baby I'm your man...

Love it if Edwards won
Here but now he's gone
Came the last night of the primary
And it was clear we couldn't go on
The door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared
Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby... And we had no fear
And we ran to him...
Then we started to fly
We drank the Kool-aid and said goodbye
We had become like they are
We had taken his hand
We had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear Obama ;-)

[Leopolds Ghost]

8. Carry on My Wayward Clinton...

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