Chicago, Chicago, that fraudulent town
In southside Chicago was Obama's ground
Bet your bottom dollar he'd choose the Blues (Democrat so)
Chicago, the town where Jeremiah would not back down

In State seat, that great teat,
He trusting would stray
To do things too clever for resume, nay

He used the time, that time in his life
To draw vast plan, enhanced by his wife
In Chicago, adopted by home town

In great feat, won Fed seat,
With lust for the day
He'd brew things that lever to White House stay, pray

He raised the dime, with Internet fife
Whipsawed a man with pants-armored wife
In Chicago and ev'ry urban town

On K Street, that maze street,
He just wouldn't play
He viewed things in never-before-trod way, hey

He wouldn't slime where crime was so rife
Washed raw his hands from dark former life
In Chicago, lest Rezko bring him down

He moved on, a proved fawn,
His thrust could crowds sway
To boo things he'd sever without delay, yay

"This is the time when I'm to pare strife
I'll bring a gun, while John brings a knife"
To Chicago, conventioneer-host town.