The president and I

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The president and I

It was a day I’ll never forget,

the day I met the president.

I remember when he shook my hand, saying;

“son, vote republican.”

How proud I felt to be a civil libertarian,

to be an ‘all American,’

And then, it was all over before I knew it,

I thought to myself, “O God I blew it;”

for I wanted to talk to him about the ‘national defense spending,’

and about ‘our boys in the war’ that we were sending.

And I wanted to extract his views on world politics.

But before I knew it, it was all over and that was it.

“O dame!” I thought, I wanted to raise all manner of things,

but hell it don’t matter, I’m not ganna be the voter that swings.

And even though I never got to put my stand,

he’s still ganna be, ‘my man.’

I’m still ganna vote for him -come what may on polling day,

Cause;

I shook the president’s hand.