The Rise of Obama, in a Neat Package

As much as I, in true Big Lebowski fashion, hate the fuckin' Eagles, man,

Dear Hillary and Barack, take this as advice.



There's talk on the street;
it sounds so familiar

Great expectations,
everybody's watching you

People you meet,
they all seem to know you

Even your old friends treat you
like you're something new

Johnny come lately,
the new kid in town

Everybody loves you,
so don't let them down

You look in her eyes;
the music begins to play

Hopeless romantics,
here we go again

But after awhile,
you're lookin' the other way

It's those restless hearts
that never mend

Johnny come lately,
the new kid in town

Will she still love you
when you're not around?

There's so many things
you should have told her,

but night after night
you're willing to hold her,

Just hold her,
tears on your shoulder

There's talk on the street,
it's there to

Remind you, that it
doesn't really matter

which side you're on.

You're walking away and
they're talking behind you

They will never forget you 'til
somebody new comes along

Where you been lately?
There's a new kid in town

Everybody loves him, don't they?

Now he's holding her,
and you're still around
Oh, my, my

There's a new kid in town
just another new kid in town

Ooh, hoo
Everybody's talking
'bout the new kid in town,

Ooh, hoo
Everybody's walking' like
the new kid in town

There's a new kid in town
There's a new kid in town

I don't want to hear it

There's a new kid in town

I don't want to hear it

There's a new kid in town
There's a new kid in town
There's a new kid in town