Now we got this boy as POTUS,
Who will never set US free
Illegals stand in line to reelect this boy-king.

(King Tut) How’d you cross the border?
(Border Tut) America’s out of order.
Scorned in Arizona,
He came from Kenya’s home-a? (King Tut).

(King Tut) Now, if I’d known
He’d open up the border,
I would have hidden all my money
From his new world order. (King Tut)

Buried with his donkey (Donkey Tut)
He’s no favorite honkey!
Scorned in Arizona,
He came from Kenya’s home-a? (King Tut).

(Nanny, Tut) Dancin’ in Denial, (Disco Tut)
The progressives love his style, (Boss Tut)
Taxing every mile (Taxin’ Tut)
He ate your Crocodile.

He gave his life for socialism.
He’s an Egyptian.

Now, when I die,
From his social healthcare rut,
Don’t want no fancy funeral,
Just one like ole king Tut. (King Tut)

I bet he killed his Granny, (King Tut)
Buried in her Jammies, (King Tut)
Scorned in Arizona, he came from Kenya’s home-a? (King Tut).
He was scorned in Arizona, got a condo made of stone-a, King Tut!

Oh dang! Egypt don’t want him either!

Designed and executed By: Louis Turner from a concept by Jeffrey Bennett

Published in the February 13, 2011 issue of Shock And Awe Graphics . @ntiCopyright © 2001 – 2011 Louis Turner . Republication allowed with this notice and hyperlink intact.