We the People - Ray Stevens

It’s gonna be a big heart breaker

Grandma needs a new pace maker

And the doctor says, «I realize she’s ill»

But there’s talk of legislation on all our medication

And maybe all we can do is put her on a pain pill

Whoa, me, hey, Congress

You vote Obamacare, we’ll vote you outta there

We the people have awakened to your tricks

You vote to let this pass, you’ll be out on your

'Cause we the people have awakened

And to put it in words you might understand

If you had the common sense that God gave a billy goat

You’d no doubt noticed that your constituents

The electorate, that’s us, voters

Are onto your pork-barrel-special-interest-tax-and-spend-scam

Or, to put it more succinctly, «Heh, heh, heh, pff»

We’ve heard from Hannity, Beck, and Limbaugh

What you’ve got in mind for grandma

And we found this O’Reilly fella on Fox

We’re kinda like Joe the Plumber

And when we crunch the numbers

It all adds up to votin' you out at the ballot box

Heh heh heh heh

You vote Obamacare, we’re gonna vote you outta there

We the People have awakened to your tricks

You vote to let this pass, you’re gonna be out on your

'Cause we the people have awakened

And to put it mildly, we’re harboring feelings of extreme alienation

Due to copious amounts of horse manure

That have been shoveled out of the White House

And the Capitol Building

And we sense that we are being royally defecated upon, ha ha

Yeah, we’re gettin' the impression that you think

We are not relevant to these proceedings

And dismissing our input into the situation

Please tell Nancy Pelosi

We’re gonna do the Hokey Pokey

Put the right ones in

Pull the left ones out

You vote Obamacare, we’re gonna vote you outta there

We the People have awakened to your tricks

You vote to let this pass, you’re gonna be out on your

Yeah, we the people have awakened

And you might want to start looking for another line of work

How 'bout the medical profession? Ha, ha

Yeah, they’re gonna need every one that can put up

With the red tape and the pay cut

Hey, why don’t you kill every last job

Tax every last penny and infringe on every God-given

Right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?

'Cause let me tell you, ain’t nobody happy with you

We the people have awakened

And it occurs to me that

You might really like it down in Venezuela