Hail to the chief
One doesn’t have to be born to rule. There are shortcuts.
Hey, dude! Can you spare some change?I am so hungry! I am not deranged.Hey mister, give me a dollar, please?I am not gonna rob you, don’t call the police
I am a fallen angel. Here, look at my wing.I look like a trump, but I was a kingI ruled the kingdom out of this worldBut I fell in disgrace with all-mighty lord
I was stripped off my powers, went from death to rebirthBada-bim, bada-boom, I am banished to Earth.You don’t believe me. That look on your faceTells without words that I am mental; In case
I try to jump you, you hold in your fistSome heavy object, yet I insistI am telling the truth and I prove it, lookI still possess this magical book
I will make you an offer that you can’t refuseBecome a president? A king if you choose!I am not joking, just look aroundI elected prime-ministers, princes I crowned.
You’ll get very famous, you’ll be in controlAll I need in exchange - your eternal soul…OK. Deal is done! Alleluia! Hosanna!All hail to the chief! To Barack Obama!