Then you leave me no choice but to post lyrics I wrote last summer...  Obamagate (Sung to the tune of Renegade, by Styx) O-bama, in the clear with your wife while a-lone we face the law  I-G has put an end to our texting and we're con-fined to our homes  O-bama can't you hear us a dialing, though we're scared they've tapped our phones  Hu-ber is asking all kinds of questions and we can't hold out for  long Our time is up, they found us out  They shut down our spy ring  And poor McCabe just dug his grave  How long be-fore we sing? Best laid plans have gone astray  Bren-nan set us up to pay  We're all wanted men O-bama, they've got vid-eo cams   and they re-cord the things we said   Clin-tons know they can't let us survive, So Arkancide may leave us dead  Obama, can't you hear us a dialin', won't you please pick up the phone  Hu-ber is asking all kinds of questions and we can't hold out for long Our time is up, they found us out  They shut down our spy ring  And Lisa Page is gonna cave  How long be-fore we sing? Wasn't supposed to end this way   Comey thinks he got away  We're the wanted men O-bama, this is real life or death because we broke so man-y laws  Hu-ber is asking all kinds of questions and we can't hold out for long Our time is up, they found us out  They shut down our spy ring   As Peter Strzok co-operates  How long be-fore we sing? Can't be-lieve it ends this way  Guess we'll go to jail and stay  We're the wanted men The wanted men  And we don't wanna go, oh, no  O-bama, don't let them take us  No, no, no, we can't go  Hey, hey