It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel,
That I still need your votes after all that I've done.
You won't believe me.
All you will see is a guy no one knew.
Although he's dressed up by the Times,
Aft six years, no heaven's for you.

I had to make **it happen; I hoped for change,
Couldn't stay with my wife down at heel,
Hanging out in the Senate, staying out of the fun;
So I'd vote "present."
Running for president, my ratings grew
From nothing. The press seemed to fall;
They never inspected my crew.

Don't cry for B. H. Obama.
The truth is: I'm clever Left-dude.
Although my guile frayed
Right's mad obstructors,
I broke my promise;
Don't keep your doctors.

Hands clasped, Republicans cast their blame;
I never invited them in.
Though it seemed to the world peace was all I desired,
They had delusions;
They fought transformations I promised you'd see.
My answer was: smear all with slime.
I govern and hope Blues love me.

Don't cry for B. H. Obama ...

Don't cry for B. H. Obama.
The truth has forever left me.
Although my bile slayed
Right's mad endurance,
I broke my promise;
Don't keep insurance.

Have I said too much?
There's nothing new I can think of to sway your vote;
But all you have to do is look at me
To know that ev'ry word is rote.

Don't cry for B. H. Obama ...