Obamas

We drove to the portside, old russian boats swim

Wound down our window, let fumes on our skin

Now my grandma passed away

But my friend’s waiting on a child

God bless Hiroshima, save our lives

I’m so happy I could die

I’m so happy I could die

I still don’t know about hospitals

And how they make me feel

Clean blue light on a bedside TV

While somebody dies

When I grow older we’ll build the whitest house

And live like the Obamas, until the money runs out

I’m so happy I could die

I’m so happy I could die

I’m so happy, I’m so

I’m so happy, I’m so

I’m so happy, I’m so

I’m so happy, i’m so happy I could die

I could die

I could die

I could die

I could die

I’m so happy I could die