Rockin' around Obamacare,
no Christmas tree on the floor.
No wrapped-up presents for you and me,
can't afford those any more.
Our money's gone to premiums
for blind Bob's aids to vision
and toothless grandpa's dental checks
plus Sarah's circumcision.
People can't you see, this ain't liberty?
There's a word for this: Can you say statist?
Every call you make, every text you take,
long as you're awake, they'll be watching you.