A Communist Is Living in the White House (A Ukulele Composition in the Key of C)

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It seems these days

I’m in a haze,

And I can’t concentrate on things,

Don’t eat or sleep,

Feel incomplete,

And kinda scared and creepy.

I look over my shoulder lots

And shudder when I watch TV.

I bite my nails and cuticles

And watch my words very carefully.

I bite my lip a lot

And fidget with the buttons on my blouse.

Why?

…BECAUSE THERE’S A COMMUNIST LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!

I’m jittery, my teeth I grate

I twitch, I shake, I ruminate

Lately I’m perplexed and pinched

In pain, I pout and ponder.

Why aren’t people shocked or something,

Why aren’t people up in arms?

Does anyone read history?

Or see red flags, or hear alarms?

The streets are filled with deaf and dumb

As I squeal like a mouse,

“THERE”S A COMMUNIST LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!”

My husband really misses me.

My parents think I’ve gone crazy.

Only Glenn Beck understands me,

And, of course, Sean Hannity.

But, it seems, besides us three,

And the nice people who drink the Tea,

There’s no one else who can see

THE COMMUNIST LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!

Maybe I have lost my mind,

Or have been drugged by some narcotic.

Maybe I’m watching a movie called 1984

Or maybe I am just psychotic.

If I’m in a dream, fast asleep

I guess I will just try to keep

My eyes shut ’til this goes away

And I awake to a happier day

When my ukulele does not play

This dire song of distress and dismay

Called…THERE’S A COMMUNIST LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE!!!