The World Is In Our Hands

There once were two old white men you see, Mr. President is who they wanted to be. But they were both so old, their brains had turned to mold, and they couldn't remember for what country. So when they started their election campaign, We could see that they only had half a brain. Before we reached the booth, while searching for the truth, we found that both men were exactly the same. So now we are left scratching our heads you know, trying to decide which one of them should go. Makes no difference to me, as to which it will be, I guess it's eenie, meenie, minie or moe.