This song first showed up in  2008, and it did not age well.  I’m going to put the lyrics under the fold, largely because people need to be reminded about just how messed up some parents can get when it comes to using their children as political props, but let me just note something first: lots of those kids are now trying to find summer jobs.  Good luck, kids! – Because the folks that would hire you for said summer job can just as easily get a fifty year old these days, and frankly they’d rather have those.

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And you can thank Barack Obama for that.

The aforementioned lyrics:

We’re gonna spread happiness
We’re gonna spread freedom
Obama’s gonna change it
Obama’s gonna lead ’em

We’re gonna change it
And rearrange it
We’re gonna change the world.

Now’s the moment, lift each voice to sing
Sing with all your heart!
For our children, for our families,
Nations all joined as one.
Sing for joy and sing abundant peace,
Courage, justice, hope!
Sing together, hold each precious hand,
Lifting each other up;
Sing for vision, sing for unity,
Lifting our hearts to Sing!

[The song then devolves into an attempt to do a medieval round, written by someone who has apparently never actually heard a medieval round: a ritual ejaculation of ‘Yes we can.’ eventually rips its way out of the din.]

We’re gonna spread happiness
We’re gonna spread freedom
Obama’s gonna change it
Obama’s gonna lead ’em

We’re gonna change it
And rearrange it
We’re gonna change the world.

…It’s bad enough that somebody did this to their kids.  But dear God but that song is horribly written.  No rhymes, no rhythm, no scansion: nothing but a dreary secular fundamentalism checking off all the ‘right’ boxes and enough smug to choke a horse.  After listening to the song a couple of times – the things that I have to do in this gig! – I feel that I can safely say that it’s just horrid in every single way, and the woman who put the song together should be ashamed of herself. Pretty sure she’s not, though.

Via @AdamBaldwin.

Moe Lane (crosspost)