Capitol Steps - Obama Mia lyrics

Narrator: And now, the Capitol Steps brings you the newest musical out of Washington, DC. Please welcome the Washington, DC press corps! Press: We all work for the press, and our ethics are strong We know showing opinions clearly is wrong Look at us now, will we ever learn We don't know how, but we started to lose control There's a fire within my soul Just one look at the charisma he brings One more look and we're anointing him king Whoa, whoa, Obama mia, here we go again Obama mia, here we go again My, my, how can you resist him Obama mia, we just knew he'd win My, my, how I'd love to kiss him Yes, McCain heard us yawning While Barack has us fawning My, my, we're a bunch of biased dopes Press Member: Obama mia, he's pro-dream, pro-hope! Press: My, my, with Obama we eloped Narrator: Yes, it's the new hit musical, Obama Mia! But what will become of his prior rival, Senator John McCain? McCain: I'm standing over here The press could never see me Don't they want to know About that plumber Joe Barack had all the cards ‘Cause he's young and good looking And try hard though I might I'm still uncool and white So the beginner takes it all And I'm just standing small And my voice sounds to some Like I swallowed helium When we had our debates My answers got long-winded ‘Cause half my time I'd spend Calling you my friends I really need that job Boy, I could use the salary I've got outstanding loans On seven different homes So now I took a fall And president might be The only thing I missed On my bucket list The beginner takes it all Narrator: And how will it end? What will John McCain do next? Press 1: Though it's true that your votes were low Press 2: You got to show some getup and go Press 3: Maybe you should try dancing, give your wife a tip McCain: But I might break my hip Press 1: John McCain, we just cannot lie Press 2: You don't seem like a real smooth guy Press 3: Come on, get your groove on, show folks you can dance McCain: Get me an ambulance All: But you must take a chance Come on and dance McCain Dance McCain, work it through the pain Though we've seen you've been beat like a tambourine, oh, yeah McCain: Hey, look at me, I'm alive Doing the foxtrotish jive Press 1: You could be a celebrity McCain: I'm just like Brittany Obama: I'm Barack Obama, and I approve this message