Oh, this black man draws applauses
Up and down the block.
They ask him about the election,
Yes, he can really talk!
His recruiters treat me kindly,
I signed up for his campaign,
They sent me to a trailer park
But it started pouring rain.
Obama, could this really be the end,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim?

There are cadavers in the alley,
And his closet really smells,
But at least he let me in,
While the Mississippi swells.
And I tried send a message
To Obama's campaign HQ,
But the telephone wasn't working,
Hope my email made it through!
Obama, could this really be a sin,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim?

Momma tried to warn me
To stay 'way from the trailer park.
She said that's where all the strange men
Keep their evil in the dark.
And I said "Obama, come and help me!"
Can I depend on rural DSL?
And he just fried some liver,
Don't know from what animal!
Obama, could this really be a sin,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim?

A young man died last week,
His bones are buried 'neath the blocks,
And everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
And now, in Milwaukee this did happen,
Yes, Dahmer lost control,
But now it's come right here to Memphis.
Slim's brain is full of holes!
Obama, this could really be a sin,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim!

Now the senator came down here,
Said, "Help is arrivin', son.
Now, I recognize this address,
Is the man who mailed the bomb?"
And me, I coulda get busted,
And wouldn't it be my luck,
To be marooned with such a madman
Who had explosives in his truck!
Obama, this could really be a sin,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim!

Now to partial birth abortion
His counsin Tiller is so sworn,
But Slim, now, it don't stop him
Just because the baby's born.
And he cursed me when I opened the door
To the closet he had tried to hide,
And saw all the skeletons,
And now I'm mortified!
Osama, how I wish you'd meet your end,
In a trailer park near Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim!

Now the rainstorm gave in to sun
Then he said, "Come right in"
One guest was a tax assessor
The other just a railroad bum
And like a fool he vexed them
And he rambled on and on
About dancing with the devil
Just before he pulled his gun
Obama, this could be a mortal sin,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim!

When Slim saw their father
At a local Marathon,
He drove by in his big white van,
And unloaded with his gun.
And he says, "Aw, come on, now,
I know you know about the fridge out back,
Where I keep the arms of the dead men,
That I'll sell to the rebels in Iraq!"
Obama, this is such a mortal sin,
to be stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim!

Now the water it's receded,
We now can say farewell.
Slim let us leave so patiently,
Looks like we've escaped from Hell.
And here I stand so nervously,
Thinking about what might have been.
We have to pray to Mother Mary,
No need to tell us again!
Obama, we must confess our sin,
We were stuck outside of Memphis
In a mobile home with Slim!