-By Barack Obama

(Sung to the Tune of “Cold Kentucky Rain”, by Elvis Presley)

Two lonely years,

and three dozen czars ago

I reached out at Grant Park, and you all cheered

I sure knew why I’d run, with the Election I had won

All I know, is this is exactly what you all feared…

So I’m ridin’ in the rain, goin’ to make a speech

In this lonely, long black limo

You’ve loved me much too long

You’re love’s too strong

To let me go, never knowing

What went wrong…

Chorus:

My poll’s keep headin’ down-

and up ahead’s another Bill

That I can’t ram on thru

(In the Senate or House, too)

Now that Congress is new-

Without some old Hopey-Change

Without some old Hopey-Change!

So I read that Teleprompter

to some old gray bearded men

sitting on The Bench

Inside the House, on the Floor

Alito said, “No, not true

-What you’re trying to do..”

was it a trillion,

no wait, a trillion more!

So, I fin’ly got a ride

with a Preacher-man named Wright

who said “Your chickens comin’ home to Roost!”

As my polls sagged on down,

As I listened, he’d propound

And he left me, with a prayer

That I’d get a Boost!

Chorus:

My poll’s keep headin’ down

and up ahead’s another Bill

That I can’t ram on thru

(In the Senate or House, too)

Now that Congress is new-

Without some old Hopey-Change

Without some old Hopey-Change!

Repeat Chorus, and Fade out