Oh Yes I Can

Another album, so listen, wont you?

My name is Greg, I think you know Barack, don't you?

At least he helped me write the preface

Cause all these words can leave me breathless

But he asks the tough questions, like

Don't you think you're being

A little casual about your future?

Fair enough but I don't want to be a looter or polluter

I just really want to find a thing that only I can do

You can't just sit around like some good-time Charlie

waiting for luck to see you through

Nah, I've gotta grab with my both hands

Don't tell me that I'm crazy

Tell me yes we can

I want to make your new ringtone

So every time I call

I'm giving you a fistbump through the phone

Help me understand what it is

that makes white people so afraid

Um, it's getting something good

And hoping it won't go away

But also being ashamed of having that impulse as well

Living life on easy mode, not being able to tell

The filth, the noise, and the excess

All of it dazzled my senses

We were in goddamn Hawaii

I'm sipping from a mason jar

Blowing out the tiki torches

At a local Waikiki bar

Freaking out, thinking aloud

Wondering what gives me the right

To hold out for something that I might really like?

Nothing

Or so you interject and I reply:

You're right and yet

if it's an option for me I think I should take it

Because the lucky better use it

And the plucky better choose to

Try their hardest if we're ever gonna change it

I hope you make this your ringtone

So every time I call

I'm giving you a fistbump through the phone

I hope you make this your new jam

Don't tell me that I'm crazy

Tell me yes we can

I hope you make this your ringtone

So every time I call

I'm giving you a fistbump through the phone

I hope you make this your new jam

Don't tell me that I'm crazy

Tell me yes we can

And your mother was begging Barack to stop