with apologies to Johnny Cash and others
Ghost Writer for This Guy
An old donk went polling about one dark and windy day
Upon a bridge he pondered as he spun along his game
When all at once the winning word of slogan he foresaw
A-rising through a dimming hope and change the poll's outcome
His vision was still on fire when his news got off the reel
The word needs black man bright and clean give breath to the deal
A bolt of fear went through him as he thought about the guy
For he knew the writer had not skill and needs a better try
Barry, oh nooo
Barry, oy vaaaaay
Ghost writer for this guy
His face's dark, his speeches un slurred, their hearts beat pitty pat
He's writing hard to catch those words, but he ain't found them yet
'Cause they've got to tell these folks 'bout a story of their guy
A slogan caught fire
As their chests heave an adoring sigh
As the One wrote about himself he heard one yell 'all the same'
If you want to save your poll from Hell writing bout hope n change
Then donkeys change your game today or with us you will fry
Trying to catch the Devil pubs, with our endless lies
Barry, oh noooo
Barry, oy vaaaaay
Ghost writer for this guy
Ghost writer for this guy
Ghost writer for this guy
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