by

Jaz Dorsey

As we go careening into another election year with our economy evaporating in to cyberspace, isn't it about time someone had a little FUN IN THE WHITE HOUSE?

Growing up to be the President

Isn't that what America meant

It doesn't matter, poor or rich

Good guy or a son of a bitch

O we'll have fun in the White House

Wait and see

It's just the right house for you and me

We'll party away international gloom

Smoking a blunt in the Oval Room.

But if you want to get elected

Then you have got to be respected

And if you want to be respected

Then you have got to get elected

And if you want to get elected

And if you want to be respected

You'd better tell them what they want to hear

Or you'll probably get rejected

And then instead of making headlines

You'll be standing in the bread lines

And you can't change anything there

Chinks and Pollacks, Wops and Spics

All get involved in politics

We may not like it but what can we say - We're

Victims of the American Way!

Fun in the White House

What the heck

Who cares if the country is a

Nervous wreck

To lighten up a day which is rainy

We can blow up Sadam Hussein- y

Come to Nashville and Go to the Theatre!

Copyright 1988 by Jaz Dorsey

First produced at in the George Lawes production of FAUST FOR PRESIDENT at The Alliance Theatre in Atlanta, Georgia.

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