
The inspiration is Bob Dylan’s “Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again” (you can find Dylan’s original lyrics here).
The singer for this version is Obama, of course. And I didn’t even have to change the lyrics all that much.
STUCK INSIDE OF DC WITH THE OBAMACARE BLUES AGAIN
Oh, the MSM draws circles
Up and down the block
I ask them what the matter was
But it’s all just empty talk
And the press corps* treats me kindly
And records me on tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can’t escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Well, Hillary, she’s in the alley
With her pantsuits and her Bill
Speaking to some Ayers man
Who says I’ve lost my will
And I would send a message
To find out if she’s talked
But the post office has gone bankrupt
And my emailbox is blocked
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Valerie tried to tell me
To stay away from the insurance line
She said that all the insurance men
Just drink up your blood like wine
An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that
But then again, there’s only one I’ve met
An’ he just smoked my eyelids
An’ took away my cigarette”
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Biden cried last week
He’s into Scotch on the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew it was getting surreal
When I signed the bill in the East Room
And he called it a big effing deal
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Now the senator came down here
Showing ev’ryone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son
An’ me, I nearly got busted
An’ it’s really not a plus
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a bus
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Harry Reid looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of scandals
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
Then I whispered, “Not even you can hide
You see, you’re just like me
I hope you’re satisfied”
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Now Pelosi gave me two cures
Then she said, “Jump right in”
The one was public option
The other was just exchanges’ spin
An’ like a fool I mixed them
An’ it strangled up my mind
An’ now people just get uglier
An’ I have no sense of time
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Sebelius said “whatever”
In her grilling by the Reps
When I could watch her talk for free
And then descend the Capitol steps
Now people say, “Aw come on now,
You promised!” they tease and taunt,
An’ I say, “You just know what you think you like
But I know what you want”
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
Now the bricks lay on K Street
Where the lobbyist madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly
It all seems so well timed
An’ here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of DC
With the Obamacare blues again
[*Can be pronounced “press corpse” if preferred.]