Well, I like the way you think, ol'buddy fer president.
As it happens I have one on paper already.

The first one is a talkin' blues called "Woke Up This Morning And Found That Chongo Ain't Nothin' But A Stinkey Poo-flingin' Mumble-mouthed, Pro-simian Who Should Crawl Right Back Into The Trees His Mama Left, And He's Certainly Be Ill-suited To Balancing The Budget, Or To Address The Other Various Responsibilities Of The Presidency Blues"
I may have to narrow the focus a bit.