Oh, she touched the hand of the President of
These United States of America!
In a Bonsenville School, so many people, she
Wanted this so much. Weaving her way through,
Finally as their president was slowly going toward
The door, she put her left arm through the crowd,
Careful of her broken right one--no way could he see her,
But he took her left hand, such a friendly hand.
Oh, what a glorious feeling, she touched the hand
Of their President. The feeling will last the few years
She has left.
Oh, how she'd like to ask him--
When their world gets so full, the jobs go down
To such low wages, the rents never stop rising,
When the fear takes over to rule,
Oh, her President, where can she run? America is
All she knows, oh, where can she run?