A President’s Born Okkervil River

A president's born
A babe in new form
Dear friends and it's just so wonderful
They slap his behind and they pat down his head
Passing him to Elizabeth Christ and then Fred

The angels don't sing and the clouds they don't part
But imagine this feeling they feel in their hearts
It's just two human beings to his right and his left
And they've done this before
Still they feel that they're blessed

He's lying face-up in his first ever shit
On his lips, something half-like a smile and some spit
And they're glad that he's here
Cause they waited for him
Said it's just as sincere
As they might ever get

In the paper that week
Where the famous and rich
Get to launder their speech
There's a grey column-inch
Tell the world that he's here
One more billionaire's kid
In the same year as Tupperware and the UN