The Pied Pied Piper of Chi-Chi Town

Did you hear, did you hear, that curiosity

From the City by the Lake, a newly minted man

From the City on the Make, a political man

There’s a new breeze blowing in the City of the Wind

Taking charge, talking change, he’s everybody’s friend

Hawking Garden City hope with audacity.

Smooth and charming in a manner disarming he tells

Of a new age dawning where equanimity dwells,

Weaving spells warming to those thronging to set the crown,

True believers these who put their brains and feet down

True devotees who heed the call: “Come walk with me.”

He’s the pied pied piper

He’s the pied pied piper

He’s the pied pied piper of Duh Shy, Chi-Chi Town

He’s the pied piper of Chi-Chi Town.

Did you hear, did you hear, how perspicuity

Drew true logic from the Loop, and that he without sway

Inveighed against sending troops into Iraq that day.

This exercise of judgment was not an accident;

It set the precedent for a run for President

For a man with messianic acuity.

“Come, my friends, vote for me. Americans, follow me.”

He rolls up votes and he rolls up states, passionately

Pleading his case, raising the stakes despite doubts that grow:

Other than condemn the war, what else is there to know?

Is that all he did? Conga line fatuity?

He’s a one-trick pony,

He’s a one-trick pony,

He’s a one-trick pony, don’t you know, don’t you know;

He’s a one-trick pony, don’t you know?

Did you hear, did you hear, that animosity

Driving swift boats of hostility, they’re resurgent

Searching for bitter hypocrisy, gun-groan urgent;

Questioning judgment of odd associations like

Weatherman Ayers, Rezko deals and Reverend Wright:

Do you choose your words, friends, gods with tenuity?

Grown tired. Obamacans in the Obamanation

Bah, bah, Barack Sheep, an abomination

Come the voice with the ring of Gyges of Lydia

Gone the choice of a messiah’s criteria

From Sweet Home Chi-tizzle, Paris on the Prairie.

He’s a new Potemkin,

He’s a new Potemkin,

He’s a new Potemkin, can’t you see, can’t you see?

He’s a new Potemkin, can’t you see?

–Dan Speers, 2008