The Illegal Alien Exchange Program

Just how many babies Are swapped at birth With a look alike other That other being Some demon or some Illegal Alien exchange program Being covertly done Right under our very noses In broad daylight In maternity wards worldwide I should know Being born with bi-fid thumbs And six toes on each foot Yet, it has to be my sister She's wicked smart Perhaps, too smart for her own good And she has a big head She’s got to be one Of course, what’s a little culture shock too Beings' stranger in a Strangeland After walking the long long walk Can’t even talk the strange talk Seeking asylum from oppression Seeking the land of Liberty Feel free to wear their worn-out sandals They’ll gladly trade for your Michael Jorden Nikes Then again, maybe the exchange comes later Some babysitter’s smuggling ring Except she promises to turn your little rascal Into an angel, for real Still criminal but God ordained