With apologies to Eric Idle... The Tale of Sir Obama!
NARRATOR: The Tale of Sir Obama... So each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Obama rode east, through the dark forests of Teabagistan, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTRELS (singing)
Bravely bold Sir Obama
Rode forth from Chicago.
He was not afraid to give up,
Oh brave Sir Obama.
He was not at all afraid
To be defeated in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Obama.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be worked over like a punching bag.
Or to have Medicare destroyed,
And his political base neutered.
To have the economy crash
And his political future go up in flames,
Brave Sir Obama.
He was not afraid
To lift up his leg over his base.
With their heads smashed in
And their hearts cut out
And their livers removed
And their bowls unplugged
And their nostrils raped
And their bottoms burnt off
And their penis...
BRAVE SIR OBAMA: "That's... that's enough music for now. There is bipartisanship to be had!"
Brave Sir Obama ran away.
("No!")
Bravely ran away away.
("I didn't!")
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
("no!")
Yes, brave Sir Obama turned about
("I didn't!")
And gallantly he chickened out.
Bravely taking ("I never did!") to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
("all lies!")
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Obama!
("I never!")
**FADE TO BLACK**