This should ruffle the neo-con feathers. :)

My gf exposed this song to me recently. It has an interesting message.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eDJ3cuXKV4 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eDJ3cuXKV4)
Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

As is typical, the singer/writer of your lyrics is bitching about what he's guilty of herself.

Jimmy Alan Stewart/Jim Rudd

He'd known the ten commandments
From the time he was five
But in the jungles if Vietnam there was no wrong or right
He was a decorated hero when he stepped down off the train
But some folks in his home town only made him feel ashamed

Could you walk a mile in that man's shoes
When you have no choice how can you choose
Don't be quick to judge til you've been there too
Stop and think for awhile
Could you walk a mile in that man's shoes

There was no one there to hold her hand the night her baby came
Just a couple waiting down the hall whowould give her child a name
At seventeen she learned the meaning of a mother's love
To give her baby life she knew she had to give it up

Could you walk a mile in that woman's shoes
When you have no choice how can you choose
Don't be quick to judge til you've been there too
Stop and think for awhile
Could you walk a mile in that woman's shoes

They cursed him and they kicked him as
They dragged him down the street
They nailed him to a cross and soldiers gambled at his feet
And though his heart was broken from all they'd put him through
He said Father please forgive them
They know not what they do

Could you walk a mile in that man's shoes
When you have no choice how can you choose
Don't be quick to judge til you've been there too
Stop and think for awhile
Could you walk a mile in that man's shoes

Stop and think for awhile
Could you walk a mile in that man's shoes

Ok now!

Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all feel happy.
Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy.

You are the one who makes us feel glad
Please don't be sad to take up the straight life you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years.

Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune, something to treat us happy.
Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy.[

Also..

Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.

Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.

Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.

Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

Like part about hard work. Cause rich singer knows all about it while rich oil man doest or something. Was sorry to hear Pinks house got destroyed by bombs and stuff.

I don't know a ton about her but I do think she wasn't always a rich singer.

Harris) Ardmore & Beechwood Ltd / EMI (P) 1963
Arr. Johnnie Spence - Produced by George Martin

[Spoken:]
There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying,
and he gets himself up on one elbow,
and he turns to his mates,
who are gathered 'round him and he says:


Watch me wallabys feed mate.
Watch me wallabys feed.
They're a dangerous breed mate.
So watch me wallabys feed.
Altogether now!


Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down sport,
tie me kangaroo down.


Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl,
keep me cockatoo cool.
Don't go acting the fool, Curl,
just keep me cockatoo cool.
Altogether now!


Take me koala back, Jack,
take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac,
so take me koala back.
Altogether now!


Let me Abos go loose, Lou, *
let me Abos go loose.
They're of no further use, Lou,
so let me Abos go loose.
Altogether now!


Mind me platypus duck, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Don't let him go running amok, Bill,
mind me platypus duck.
Altogether now!


Play your digeridoo, Blue,
play your digeridoo.
Keep playing 'til I shoot thro' Blue,
play your digerydoo.
Altogether now!


Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died Clyde,
(Spoken) And that's it hanging on the shed.
Altogether now!


© 1960 Castle Music Pty, Ltd.
Words and music by Rolf Harris

http://www.rich.durge.org/rolf/kangaroo.html