Lyrics Oval Room - Calvin Russell

Oval Room

In his oval room, in his leather chair
He’s the president, but I don’t care
He’s got a big airplane, takes him everywhere
And a limousine, when he get there
But everywhere he goes, he makes the people mad
He makes the poor man beg, and the rich man glad
He’s the president, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
He’s the president, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
In the desert sand, and the ???
He thinks everything is his to keep
He’s a real cowboy, cowboy head on
Talks to kings and queens on his telephone
He’s the president, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
He’s the president, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
And down on the farm, nothing growing there
But the debts they owe and their gray hair
And at the factory, never been so slow
And the wage they pay then this way too low
He’s the president, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
He’s the president, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
President, I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
President, but I don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh
He’s the president, but I just don’t care
Ooh, Ooooooh, Ooh…