Dear Mr. President

Thank you

This next song

I wrote for all of the people in this country that I feel,

don't have a voice.

Well maybe the commander and chief will hear you this time.

This one for the so called commander and chief,

Wherever you are, wherever your heart is.

Dear Mr. President,

I want you to know,

I am deeper than you,

Listen and learn,

My heart is a chapel,

My head is a steeple,

My arms are the people,

And the people now yearn.

I stand for the midget,

I stand for the Negro,

I stand for the Injun,

all hopped up on booze,

I stand for the Jap,

And I stand for the beaner,

I stand, yes I do,

For the Christ-Killin' Jew.

And I stand for the dyke,

And I stand for the retard,

I stand for the Chinaman,

Washing my socks,

I stand for the bum,

And the pimp, and the bugger,

And the cripple that lives,

On my street in a box.

To conclude, Mr. President,

I'm not at all hesitant,

To tell you I think,

The first lady's a fox,

Her husband, the jerk off,

Has ruined my country,

That's all for today,

Sincerely, D. Cox.