In a township, in a county,
Diggin' for any odd old vote
Was a rooky sans credentials
And the audacity to hope.
Oh that rooky, oh that rooky,
Oh that heavy-weight-playin' guy,
Thinks he's fit to be our president!
Dreadful sorry, no sale! No buy!
Light he is, light as a feather,
Feet won't fill a page boy's shoes,
Has his talkses with old foxes
Like old Ted with his old views.
Drove he always in the middle,
Turns to the right he only faked,
Pleasin' 'n appeasin' to left-wingers,
His fiddlin' with the middle is half-baked.
Brrrack Obama is for CHANGE, yes,
Maam, yes, sir, for change that's REAL!
All too true, but one thing's certain—
Short change's all that he would deal.
But Barack Obama's Black... and
Has charisma. That's a fact!
Just to dodge racist aspersions
Folks'll vote for a cute young hack.
Oh, you daring, oh, you daring,
Oh, you daring young greenhorn,
Back off, Barack Hussein Obama,
You're no oak, just an audacious acorn.
Good try, yes, but we won't miss him,
Will not miss Barack at all.
What a bummer how he bummed out!
No! "Obomba bombed out" is the call.
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