New National Anthem - Or Obama's Song

Oh say can you flee, with all your money?

No you can not! Get back in line you lit-tle snot.

Who do you think that you are? Now we're seizing your car.

And you will be groped, by some fat TSA dope.

He will give you a glare, at your children he will swear.

Asking do you have fruit saying your butt looks real cute.

Jose you can just come right on in.

For the ride is free. We've left the back door open.